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Post by azurinevebbins on Jul 5, 2019 1:14:13 GMT -6
World UFO Day or How Azzy Met Space Lord After He Flew Past the Path to Totality
"Mrs. Most Marketable" Azurine Vebbins leans against the left jamb of a boudoir door. Sporting her "Shush My Tush" Cooking Apron, new short leash, a Sports Entertainment Xpress Fanny Pack, and one pair of blue Hell&Heel Clear Stiletto Pumps, she appears awfully amorous. Plausible explanation for extremely elevated endorphins? Two heavenly hours spent attending her wife Nidia's chakra-centering Couples Yoga. After all, similar to M. Bison gracing Chun-Li's village in "Street Fighter: The Movie," it was a Tuesday. She, Azurine, also feels particularly perky since the couple are four days shy from celebrating six months being married. Combined with today's highlighted holiday Vebbins' very much "over the moon" in terms of mood. However, prior to commencement of any Two-Woman Conga Line, quirky luminescence beams onto the lanai.
"The Adorkable Angel" softly strokes her leash before learning about why such light lurks. For precaution purposes, Azurine picks up a recently-smelted steel chair.
Azurine Vebbins: It's too early for fireworks outside. Independence Day is on Dursday. Plus, dat source seems rad-er steady. It's not burstin' or strobin' into different shapes. Sugar-swivels, should I fetch some-din' more modest before investigatin'? Bit rhetorical as da only way dis apron's gettin' slipped off is when you start pullin' strin's. Be back soon, beautiful.
Teeming with trepidation, Vebbins vaults onto the lanai, peers upward, and attempts contact.
Azurine Vebbins: Greetin's. My name is Azurine Vebbins. What day is it today? July 2nd. World UFO Day. Well, I guess deyr's a first time to spot one. Den again, as soon as you introduce yourself, den you will be an I.F.O. or Identified Flyin' Object. Would render da original mention moot. Still, you must be some form of intelligent life to pinpoint dis location. Babblin' like a brook since I was just 'bout to...never mind...might be a drone or some-din' else sinister. I just want to go in peace. Y'know since din's tend to go and...yeah. No response yet. Is dis an analytic probe? Not really peachy keen on bein' mind-foxtrotted. Askin' since I have a Six-Person Samba wid Sports Entertainment Xpress, Da Foundation, and Finn Whelan dis upcomin' Sunday. Don't want to step on my teammates' toes so I'm in dire need of practicin' foot placement.
"The Adorkable Angel" notices a telescope nearby. She politely pirouettes towards it to view something written on the spacecraft's hull. Someone must have tagged it with "Keep Kayfabe Sacred Again" graffiti and another special symbol. Based on her viewing, Azurine believes it's either a modified bat or an arrowhead smashed between two boomerangs.
Azurine Vebbins: BE YE SPACE LORD?
As if on cue, a gigantic rainbow-hued hologram of Space Lord's head appears in front of Mrs. Vebbins. She twirls her leash around like a miniature lasso as the projection pontificates.
Space Lord: Yes, I am Space Lord, mortal who masquerades under the monikers of Mrs. Most Marketable, Adorkable Angel, Damsel in Dat Dress, and Vivacious Variable. En route to your coordinates I witnessed Chilean Solar Eclipse Path of Totality. Wore safety visor to avoid becoming like Manfred Mann's Earth Band...Blinded by the Light. Rest of crew looked away but I gazed at that gaseous giant until it was completely covered. Did not blink once.
Azurine Vebbins: Impressive.
Space Lord: As is your wardrobe ensemble. Few have fashion sense to combine your Cooking Apron with a Sports Entertainment Xpress Fanny Pack. Load the fanny pack with the gratuitous gimmicks. Load the Starship Desolater with Space Cadets. Only accessory that clash with crew is that leash. Sargent Spot is house trained and requires no such restraint.
Azurine Vebbins: It's more for me, Space Lord, sir. I very much enjoy when my wife Nidia takes me for long walks on da beach.
Space Lord: Isn't standardized human custom to do so while holding hands?
Azurine Vebbins: Usually and more often dan not, we do hold hands when walkin' on da beach. Dis is for special occasions. Probably should leave it here. Are you headed to da Marshall’s backyard anytime soon?
Space Lord: Yes. Departure is imminent. Will return you to residential rendezvous point Thursday night after Marshall's mondo bodacious barbeque.
Azurine Vebbins: Well, I still need a few minutes to freshen up and retrieve more appropriate apparel.
Space Lord: I would have hoity-toity dress on hand to impress Heather.
Azurine Vebbins: Appreciate da advice. I imagine we will discuss dose we're dancin' against in deeper detailer on Dursday?
Space Lord: Fans viewing footage understand this is casual exposition between us, Dat Azzy Doe. More exploratory mission since location software is on the...
Azurine Vebbins: Von Erich patriarch?
Space Lord: Fritz, yes. Transmission fading. Closest entryway opening in five minutes.
"The Adorkable Angel" hurries back into her adorkably humble home. She scrambles to find some unmentionables, toothbrush, toothpaste, perfume, and a couple dresses. She places all these items into a small piece of carry-on luggage. Vebbins then does her best to explain what is happening.
Azurine Vebbins: Nidia, I just met one of my tag-team partners for Mile High Wrestlin' Episode Nineteen on Sunday. His name is Space Lord and he's an alien. He's like a mix of Marvin da Martian and Gordon Shumway. Plus, he's givin' me a free lift to meet our additional teammate Terry Marshall in Huntin'ton, West Virginia. Will be back Dursday night so we'll still have time for fireworks. Blessed knowin' we've been married for almost six monds, dearest.
Vebbins unclips the leash attached to her halo and hands it to Nidia. They embrace momentarily before Azurine grapevines out the door back onto the lanai. While double blinking "The Vivacious Variable" extends her arms to signal her readiness. As the moon hangs high over Los Angeles, she's beamed into the Starship Desolater.
TO BE CONTINUED IN "Independence Day Cookout" or Whatever Clever Title Sports Entertainment Xpress Chooses
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2019 6:53:59 GMT -6
Monologue
Yeah, we are starting with the monologue this time. I've got to change it up, and keep you guessing. Let's be honest, the character development is the best part of these role plays. I mean that is where the best comedy is, so I want to make sure you read the promo and don't just stop after the sitcom part. Or, well if we aren't breaking the 4th wall, make sure you don't fast forward if you DVRed this, or skip last it on YouTube, or Hulu, or...well whatever these things are supposed to be played on. Anyway, enjoy.
We open up in Terry Marshall's backyard. His literal backyard. The soothing sounds of AC/DC play in the background as Marshall stands at a grill wearing the Azurine Vebbins "Shush My Tush" apron which is now available at the Mile High Wrestling shopzone for only $14.95, order one today and while you are there make sure you pick up the Sports Entertainment Xpress t-shirt and fanny pack.
Terry Marshall stands at the grill where he’s cooking hamburgers and hotdogs, classic American cookout food for this, America's birthday. That's right it is the 4th of July. Terry, the consummate All-American is hosting his annual cookout. His backyard is full of the most important people in West Virginia, Kentucky, and Ohio, and every single one of them are appalled by Space Lord and the crew of the Starship Desolater.
You have horse farmers from Lexington, trying to avoid eye contact with Private Pizza. "Jungle" Jack Hannah is mesmerized by Bug Girl and wants to give her, her own exhibit at the Columbus Zoo. Then there is Jim Justice (I know it sounds like a wrestling name, but it's his real name, Google it) the Governor of West Virginia in the middle of a hot dog eating contest with Space Lord. Justice currently leads Space Lord by 2 hotdogs. They are doing the race marathon style, not sprint style and are eating WV dogs which are topped with mustard, chili, and coleslaw...the best way to eat a dog. Keep your Coney’s, your Skyline, and your relish away from my wiener.
Marshall's wife Heather, who is normally super supportive of Terry and his friends is not happy with Terry's new friend and his crew. Heather is what you would call a socialite, a member of City Council who has her eye in a Mayoral and Governor position in the future. Needless to say, she doesn't need Major Helmet, Sargent Spot, and Private Pizza bothering her distinguished guest. Private Bug Girl, though, well everyone loves her, it must be her pheromones. Marshall's wife Heather slips up beside Terry and hands him another Mic Ultra, he has a match in a few days so he's drinking light.
"Thanks babe" Terry says as leans down and kisses her forehead. Then he notices the look on her face and realizes she isn't happy about something. "Is it the apron?" Marshall asks as he flip over a juicy all beef patty. "No, but it isn't my favorite thing you own." Heather replies through a smile. "Is it the $10,000 I spent on fireworks?" Marshall asks. "No, it's...wait $10,000 on fireworks? What the hell Terry?" Heather replies as her smile begins to fade. Marshall says nothing and takes a drink of his beer as he flips some more meat. "No, it is you friend Space Lord and his friends. Terry, they are ruining the party." Heather says.
Terry looks over at Space Lord who is now arm-wrestling Jim Justice while they both eat hotdogs. Good news, Space Lord has now taken the lead by 1 hotdog. Marshall looks then to Private Pizza who is offer Jennifer Garner a bite of his meat lover’s pizza. "Well, they love Bug Girl and First Mate Kirk" Marshall says in a tone that every scared husband knows. Marshall is 6'3" 311 lbs, but he knows better than to mess with his 5'8" 150 lbs redheaded wife. "She’s a supermodel with antennae and he's William Shatner, of course they love them" Heather snaps. "Babe, kayfabe" Marshall says before looking directly into the camera Zach Morris style.
"Terry" Heather says in the tone that every married man knows means he is on the edge. "Ok babe, I'll take care of it" Terry says, and then follows up with "but you gotta handle my meat". Heather gives him a smirk as Terry grins and hands her the tongs to take over the grill.
Marshall moves to the picnic table where Space Lord is celebrating his victory in both the arm wrestling match and the hotdog eating contest by bashing two cans of Mountain Dew together and pouring them down his throat like Stone Cold did after dropping a sucker with a stunner. Space Lord finished the sodas and tosses the cans to the side and then grabs two more and handing one to Marshall and then cheering him, smashing his can into Marshall's. "DRINK UP BROTHER! I AM THE WEINER MASTER!" Space Lord screams at the top of his lungs which draws laughter from almost everyone that can hear him, but draws a big eyeroll from Heather and a upset look Terry's way. "Hey Brother, let's go to my gym and cut a promo." Marshall says to Space Lord, trying to think of a reason to get him and the crew away from the crowd. Space Lord locks eyes with him and gets a dead serious look on his face, "YEEESSSSS!!!" Space Lord screams.
A few minutes later Terry Marshall, Space Lord, and the crew of the Starship Desolater are in Marshall's home gym, which rivals any Gold's Gym out there. The crew has taken seats to watch the monologue that Marshall and Space Lord are about to deliver, because they love their fearless leader, and because Space Lord likes an audience. If only it was 1996 and it was still ok to do house show promos where your character could come out, beat up some jobber and then cut an in ring promo, but that just is too cliché in 2019. Well, if it was good enough for my dial up AOL from the free 50-hour disc, it is good enough for my 400m Sudden Link connection.
Space Lord is looking on point and super patriotic today. His face is painted red, white, and blue. His arm tassels are red, white, and blue, and his trunks are red, white, and blue. Ya know, on second thought, Terry's wife is probably right. I mean, at first, I thought she was being kind of bitchy wanting Space Lord and the crew out of the cookout, but would you want a hulking man with face paint, who is screaming and wearing only arm tassels and a speedo at your cookout? Also, Private Pizza... a giant human pizza who tried to show Jennifer Garner his meat lovers pizza penis. Heather was right.
Anyway, Space Lord looks perfect for pro wrestling promo. Terry Marshall is looking sharp too, he has removed the Azurine Vebbins apron and is now wearing a Sport Entertainment Xpress t-shirt, that he has cut into a tank top to show off the 25 inch anacondas. The two men stand in front of a mural painting of Terry Marshall from Wrestlefest 3, where he body slammed the 500 lb plus Pierre The Giant. Everyone waits for their words with bated breath, but don't have to wait long.Terry Marshall: WELL YA KNOW SOMETHING BROTHER, SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XPRESS DOES IT AGAIN! We told everyone we were coming into episode 18 rocking and rolling, and baby we didn't disappoint. We said we were coming and going to run over the Foundation, and Daddy that is exactly what we did. Apparently, those boys didn't learn their lessons though because in a few short days at Mile High Episode nineteen they are coming back for more, but this time they are bringing a friend with them. Well that's fine, because I know that The Foundation is going to need all the help they can get, and we just happen to be bringing a friend of our own.Space Lord: Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, a song of death and destruction. I'll try not to sing out of key. Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends and the magic mushrooms from Mar, and at episode nineteen I'm GONNA WIN with a little help from my friends.I don't need friends to win, but I have learned in my travels that it is always a good idea to have backup when going into battle against multiple opponents. When I battled the Kakamora in the tropics I went into battle with the Demi-God Maui at my side and we wiped those little coconuts out. When I battled the little green Martians, I was out numbered twenty to one, and your American football legend Jim Brown had my back and together we Ax and Smashed our way through them all, causing total Demolition. (Ax & Smash...Demolition...get it). Now, I go into battle against "Huckleberry" Finn Whelan, "The Sixth Jackson Five Member" Kaito Jackson, and Johnny "Going Night" Knight, and I go with my brother from another galaxy "Thundering" Terry Marshall and our Sister from another mister... Dat Azzy Doe.Azurine Vebbins comes dancing in from off camera. What did you forget she was at the cookout? Did you think Terry's wife wouldn't want her to leave with the other wrestlers? MFers act like they forgot about Dat Azz. She holds her arms out to hug Mrs. Marshall for a few seconds. She believes this might help halt hostilities.Azurine Vebbins: Appreciate meetin’ your acquaintance, Missus Head-er Marshall. Can definitely deduce why Terry married you. It’s da seven adjectives all married folk look for in a mate: positive, upbeat, pleasant, perky, intelligent, endearin’, and sensitive. Just wouldn’t agonize over da anagram. Also, apologies if you aren’t a huge hugger. Wanted to ease tensions in a terse timeframe. Feelin’ nervous as a ninnyhammer since deyr’s so much chaos, confusion, and no Wiseguys in sight to “Start Da Commotion.” Well, dat coupled wid my hotter half Nidia still bein’ in Los Angeles. Yep, I’m a “Heels Over Head” honest housewife. One of many gimmicks I graciously gallop wid. Hearin’ me mumble must be a double-sized duffel bag to mentally unpack, eh? You’re not alone in dat assertion. Initial interactions can appear alien...especially when you get beamed up onto da Starship Desolator on World UFO Day Tuesday. Guess dat’s why Space Lord just called me Dat Azzy Doe since I viewed him like a female deer in headlights, right? Right. He’s da first actual alien I’ve crossed pads wid since becomin’ a naturalized citizen. Mention dat since it’s some-din’ I share wid our adversaries “Da Viper” Johnny Knight and Kaito “Silent Lucha” Jackson. Dey are naturalized to da system and rationalize remarkable rhy-dim. Difference, dough, is neider are astronomical anomalies. Wid how much merchandise we’re sellin’, Sports Entertainment Xpress and Azurine Vebbins are a cash cow constellation. We’re also shillin’ da sashay of dis sanctioned contest. Our chanters know who has da cachet when it comes to charisma, dudes. Terry Marshall: But, ya know...what do we know, brother? We're just some loud dudes who are all jacked up on pre-workout. HEY! SPACE LORD, COOL IT BROTHER!The camera pans around to Space Lord who has broken into Terry Marshall's supplement stash and is currently pouring a jug of Pre-Jym pink lemonade down his throat. Pre-Jym is my personal favorite pre workout, and the number 1 pre-workout of 2019 according to bodybuilding.com. Anyway, enough with the shameless plugging. The camera pans back to Terry Marshall.Terry Marshall: Johnny Knight, before our last match you said we were just a big mess, but when we stepped into the ring and the dust settled you two were the ones left laying in a big mess. You had a lot of shade to throw, but you two were the ones who went lights out, and come Sunday you will be left lights out again as the Sports Entertainment Xpress runs wild on you..AGAIN!!!
Space Lord: Shhhhh. CAN YOU HEAR ME!?! I speak loud because I want my voice to be heard throughout the farthest reaches of the universe. I want every being that roams the galaxies to know that Space Lord is HERE! I am here in MIIIIIIILLLLEEEEEE HIIIIGGGHHH! I am here to change the face of this sport you call pro wrestling, and the form known as Australian rules tag team matches (the original name of tag team matches, for real), and to capture the tag team championships of EAAARRTTTHHH!
YOU KAITO JACKSON! YOU JOHNNY KNIGHT! YOU FINN WHELAN! You deer deer step into the way of the Sports Entertainment Xpress and Azurine Vebbins...a mistake more foolish than Finn Whelan's haircut. Kaito and Johnny...you two have felt the BIG BANG! FINN...you will soon experience what build your galaxy, you will soon experience what will be the destruction of your world as you know it, you will soon experience the...BIG BANG!The camera pans back over to Azurine Vebbins for her turn at some trash talk, but she is looking at Space Lord in shock of how intense and loud he is. "Uh, you’re up Azzy" Marshall says, and Azzy snaps out of out saying "Oh, sorry" and then looking at the camera.Azurine Vebbins: Lost my line of logic when Space Lord kept repeatin' da phrase "Big Bang." Daydreamt of da extraterrestrial ecstasy I'll be havin' when headin' home. Usually in promotional materials like dese I mention how my opponents will meet deyr makers. Still, in keepin’ wid da deme of creation...dis time, however, wid “Dunderin’” Terry Marshall rollin’ down da plains and Space Lord conductin’ da proverbial pain train...Jackson, Knight, and Whelan...you dree will be tastin’ defeat prepared by undertakin’ bakers. Finn, most of all, prepare to get broken down into your basic elements. Can already view da oxygen escapin’ your soured soul like soarin’ steam.Terry Marshall: We be flying high brother, flying high on life, but that is easy to do when you are riding the wave of victory. Full Throttle, knocked them off. The Foundation, knocked them off. Now the Foundation wants to come back with a little friend, well brother that is fine with us. We are going to keep riding high, because we are going to keep riding that wave of victory. Be cryptic all you want Foundation and be emo all you want Finn, because Sports Entertainment Xpress is going to tell everyone how it is and we are going to say it straight up. So, brothers let me just go ahead and say it, straight up... Sports Entertainment Xpress is leaving episode nineteen three and oh, and head into Rise Again on the hunt for those tag team titles, brother.Space Lord: Oh no... here we go now. Oh no... here we go now. Got a crazy feeling I don't understand. Gotta get away from here. Feelin' like I shoulda kept my feet on the ground. Waitin' for the sun to appear. It's something that I enjoy. Because Cause you can't see what my eyes see. I CAN SEE IT! I CAN SEE IT! And you can't be inside of my MIND! Flying high again...flying high right into the Magness Arena to run wild all over The Foundation. To run wild all over Finn Whelan. TO RUN WILD ALL OVER THE MILE HIGH WRESTLING GALAXY!!!Terry Marshall: Kaito and Johnny discounted us last time because we are loud and brash. You thought we were just some jacked up dudes, who talked loud. You thought we were all bravado, you thought we were all show, and you thought we were all bark. What you found out though is that we are the real deal, we are more go than show, and our bite is much worse than our bark.You guys popped off at the mouth, spewing a lot of insults, and trying to tear down Space Lord and myself. Go ahead and take the low road, go ahead and play in the mud brothers. You go low, because we are going high, because just like I said earlier, we are riding high on that wave of victory. Just like a little kid at the ocean for the first time Foundation and Finn Whelan are standing in the water and watching the waves, and here comes the giant wave that is Sport Entertainment Xpress and Azurine Vebbins, and that wave is going to crash right into you three and send you flopping back into the shore.So, try and shush us, but brother you three can shush your tush. (Marshall winks at Azzy) because we don't have to close our eyes and imagine greatness. We go out and make our own greatness. As you found out last time we were in the ring, Sports Entertainment Xpress is the real deal, we back up what we say, and brother we got a reason to be jacked up, and it's because we know we headed FOR THE TOP! Try to tear us down brothers, but soon it will be your FOUNDATION that crumbles and sends you collapsing to the ground.Space Lord: RAAAAAAWWWWWRRRRR! ***SNNNOOORRRRTTT!!!***Azurine Vebbins: Becky "Icebox" O'Shea level of intimidation. Don't remember her? Here's a history lesson. She was a linebacker for da Urbania Little Giants back in '94. Helped turn da tide against Kevin O'Shea's Cowboys by stoppin' deyr star runnin' back Spike Hammersmid. Practically plowed his patellas. Dat's probably where I'll wallop Whelan. Debatin’ if I should head inside to help Missus Marshall clean da dishes? Maybe later. Right now, dough, I’m goin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd myself and ask Space Lord to “Gimme Dree Steps” before he emotionally erupts. Space Lord steps into the middle of the frame and moves slowly to the camera until all you can see is his face. His nostrils look huge, and it looks like he needs to trim his nose hairs badly, and there is even a little booger you can see popping out of his left nostril when he exhales.Space Lord: FOOOOUUUNNNNDAAATTTINNNN!!! HUCKLEBERRY FIIIINNNN!!! YOOOOUUU WILL FEEL THE BANG!Foundation, you wear your face paint and masks to hide your face from the world. Space Lord wears his war paint to show the universe that Space Lord is here to wage war. You three will go to war with Dat Azzy. You will go to war with the Thunder God. You will go to war with the SUUUUPREME INTERGALACTIC CHAMPIOOOONN! OH! OH! OH!Johnny, Finny, Katioy, you will be casualties of war. Your bodies will be boxed up and sent home to your families to deal with. You will be buried into the soil, and you will become worm food...THE CIRCLE OF LIFE! For you three it comes full circle at episode nineteen and it comes from a BIG BAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGGGGG!!!Space Lord’s yelling and blowing sends the booger flying from his nostril onto the camera lens. Space Lord doesn't even notice and starts pumping his arms up and down and walking around the room. Azzy looks at the lens and seems a bit disgusted. Terry just shakes his head and does a facepalm but finishes up the interview with the booger now obstructing the view.Terry Marshall: Foundation and Finn, you all three failed in your first outing in Mile High, and Brothers it is going to happen again in your second outing. Azurine Vebbins isn't the person you get your first victory in a company over. Sports Entertainment Xpress aren't a team you are going to get your first victories over, either. We aren't being cocky; we are just confident. We aren't overlooking you three, but we are looking to RUN WILD ALL OVER YOU, DUDES!They say that those who don't learn from their mistakes are doomed to repeat them. That the best way to tell the future is to study history. And my favorite is that history repeats itself. I can guarantee you that history will be repeating itself on July seventh. Some people say that lightning never strikes the same place twice, but it will be striking once again in the Magness Arena when Finn Whelan, Johnny Knight and Kaito Jackson one of you, if not all three of you...will be... THUNDER STRUCK!!!
Marshall hits a sick double bicep pose, looking swole like Arnold in his prime. Space Lord steps into the frame flexing as well, his face is blocked by the booger, but you can still see his body which is chizzled, and of course Azzy hits a pose too, it's standard when you hang out with S.E.X. The X stands for Xpress...not Xchange.
~Fin, well for the promo anayway.
Stardate: 06251019 Yeah, this is the second part of the RP and it takes place before the first, it’s ok to do that, this is all just make believe.
“Where to, or should I say…when to” Space Lord asks Terry Marshall as Space Lord takes his seat in the captain’s chair on the bridge of the Starship Desolator. Marshall sits beside of him in the First Mate’s chair, and First Mate Kirk sits in Terry Marshall’s office sipping on a Margarita. Marshall needed a seat, and Space Lord decided Kirk could take the week off for Summer Vacation. Trust me, Huntington, West Virginia is not a vacation destination.
Marshall still does not believe they can travel in time, even though he sits only feet away from a giant Pizza being and a Bug Girl. “Brother, is this legit, or is it just a rib?” Marshall asks. Space Lord looks him in the eye, with a deadly seriousness he says “I can assure you this is one hundred percent legitimate.”. Marshall smiles, and says “Brother there are so many possibilities, Woodstock in 69, Live Aid in 85, AC/DC and Metallica at Moscow in 91, but then again we should really go back to 63 and stop the Kennedy assignation.”. “WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! You can’t do that.” Helmet says in a scolding tone.
Marshall looks puzzled, and a bit upset, but Space Lord quickly addresses the issue. “We can’t do that Terry. There are a few rules to time travel. One, if something happened it happened. What people want to do with time machines is to go into the past and change it. You can’t. The past already happened, and it can’t un-happen. You might wonder what’s to stop you from jumping in your time machine, finding your high-school self, and convincing them that they really shouldn’t go to the senior prom after all, thereby saving yourself all sorts of humiliation. But if you really did go to the prom, then that can’t happen. The simple way out, of course, is to suppose that travel into the past is simply impossible. But even if it’s not, you can’t change what already happened; every event in spacetime is characterized by certain things occurring, and those things are fixed once and for all once they happen. If you did manage to go back in time to your years in high school, something would prevent you from dissuading your younger self from doing anything other than what they actually did. Even if you tried really hard. Second, have fun.”
Space Lord gives a big smile, and everyone is surprised by his very scientific explanation of not being able to change the past, that was totally not copied and pasted from some science website. “So, when too” Space Lord says” Marshall strokes his goatee for a moment, thinking it over. Marshall then says “Well on Mile High UnCut Rob said he wanted us to go to the B.C. Times, like Dinosaurs and cavemen, and I’m trying to get those brownie points so we can get a tag team title shot. Then again Katrina wanted us to go to Colonial Times, but we can always just go to Williamsburg, Virginia.”. “Wait, isn’t Mile High UnCut an OOC podcast?” Space Lord asks. Space Lord and Terry Marshall stare at each other in shock for a bit, their heads then slowly turn and look into the camera, peering past the lens and breaking the 4th wall. They then both turn their heads back to look each other eye to eye and in unison both say “KAYFABE!”.
They both snap back into character. “Well Brother, let’s go back to September 25th, 1971 and watch Marshall Universities first win after the plane crash that killed the entire team.” Marshall says. Space Lord, who looks a little surprised asks, “Really? You can go anywhere in time and you want to go to a football game?”. “Brother, I could live anywhere in the world and I live right here in Huntington, it’s because I love this town, and I’m a son of Marshall, I couldn’t think of too many more things I’d want to see”. Marshall replies.
Space Lords gives a big grin, basking in his partners loyalty to the town he loves so much. Space Lord turns his chair to Sargent Spot who sits at a control panel with lights of lights that would have looked super futuristic in the early to mid-90’s. “Sargent Spot, set time code September 25th, 1971”. Space Lord commands, to which Sargent Spot replies “WOOF WOOF!”. He is a giant man-dog…what did you expect him to say?
The Starship Desolator shoots off, breaking the speed of sound, light, Usain Bolt, and time itself. The Starship Desolator rips through the space time continuum like I do a bag a Salt & Vinegar chips, and lands in the middle of the woods in Hunting, but it is now 1971. “We, will hide the ship here with a cloaking device.” Major Helmet says.
“How are we going to get around Brother?” Marshall asks, still unable to believe any of this is real. “We have a shuttle; it changes form with the time period” Space Lord says. Yeah, I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but go with it, do you expect these guys to just walk? As the crew and Marshall exit the Desolator there is a VW Van waiting for them outside. “BROTHER!” Marshall says in shock. “Yes, this is our shuttle” Space Lord replies.
Marshall shakes his head in disbelief. “Brother, this is come crazy stuff, I just can’t wrap my head around it.”. Marshall looks back over his shoulder for Space Lord, but Space Lord isn’t there. Marshall turns back around and sees Space Lord now standing in front of him, about 10 yards away. Space Lord has done a quick wardrobe change and is now wearing a top hat and holding a cane. Suddenly music starts playing out of nowhere, and Space Lord begins to sing and do a bit of a dance.
Space Lord: It's astounding. Time is fleeting. Madness takes its toll. But listen closely. (Bug Girl) Not for very much longer. (Major Helmet:) I've got to keep control. I remember doing the Time Warp. Drinking those moments when, The blackness would hit me. (Bug Girl:) And a void would be calling.
“Brother…seriously?” Marshall asks as the entire crew now stands behind Space Lord and they begin to break into a musical number with Space Lord singing.
Space Lord: Let's do the Time Warp again. Let's do the Time Warp again.
(Narrator, yeah that would be mne:) It's just a jump to the left. (Desolator Crew:) And then a step to the right. (Narrator:) With your hands on your hips (Desolator Crew:) You bring your knees in tight. But it's the pelvic thrust. That really drives you insane. Let's do the Time Warp again. Let's do the Time Warp again.
It's so dreamy. So, fantasy free me. So, you can't see me, no not at all. In another dimension
With voyeuristic intension. Well secluded, I'll see all. (Major Helmet:) With a bit of a mind flip
(Bug Gil:)You're into the time slip. (Major Helmet:) And nothing will ever be the same. (Bug Girl:)You're spaced out on sensation. (Major Helmet:) Like you're under sedation. Let's do the Time Warp again. Let's do the Time Warp again
By this point Space Lord is on top of the VW van dancing, and Terry Marshall has his face covered in astonishment and hilarity. Imagine if Ultimate Warrior had played Tim Curry’s part in Rocky Horror Picture show, while still wearing the face paint and tassels.
Well I was walking down the street just-a havin' a think. When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink. He shook me up, he took me by surprise. He had a pick-up truck and the devil's eyes. He stared at me and I felt a change. Time meant nothing, never would again.
Let's do the Time Warp again. Let's do the Time Warp again. (Narrator:) It's just a jump to the left. (Desolator Crew:) And then a step to the right. (Narrator:) With your hands on your hips. (Desolator Crew:) You bring your knees in tight. But it's the pelvic thrust. That really drives you insane. Let's do the Time Warp again. Let's do the Time Warp again
The music fades and the production is over. Space Lord is posed on top of the van, and the crew is posed in front of him on the ground. Marshall shakes his head and says “I need a beer”.
To Be Continued….
Isn’t it always super suspenseful when something is to be continued? It’s a great way of making sure people tune in to the next installment. Well that is if people are actually interested in the story. I hope you are interested. Well, even if you’re not I already said “to be continued” so you’ll have to put up with this time travel nonsense next roleplay.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2019 20:37:49 GMT -6
(The scene opens with The Foundation’s Johnny Knight on a beach. It’s empty, and he’s walking down the shoreline carrying a black flag….)
JK: I came out here my friends earlier this morning and saw the beach was packed with people. Americans are wild during this time of year as they celebrate the country’s independence. I’ve never seen so many USA bikinis in my life…but I digress…..
People were everywhere having the time of their lives. They were enjoying the moment, the time off from work with their families and friends. They were having so, so much fun.
As the day passed I realized that the crowd was getting smaller and smaller and before you knew it, people had left the beach. Why? Why is this you may ask? Because of this little baby right here.
(He posts the Black Flag pole in the sand as the flag flaps in the wind.)
JK: This Black Flag meant something to these people. A black flag weather condition is in effect when the temperature reaches 90 degrees or higher. You see, when you’re having FUN, you never realize just how much the environment around you is changing. And before you even realize it, it’s completely dangerous to be in.
SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT EXPRESS. You have been having a lot of fun in Mile High for the past couple of weeks and it shows. But what you’ve failed to realize is that is the tag team division is only going to get HOTTER. And it still begins with THE FOUNDATION.
You guys take life as a big joke, and it’s all a beach to you two. You’re only now realizing that you’re standing in the rays of the REAL FUTURE OF THIS FEDERATION. And it’s only going to hurt more the longer you stand in OUR LIGHT. The Foundation of Wrestling has never, nor will we EVER respect a bunch of clowns like you. You are nothing more than side show freaks.
This invisible danger is what this flag represents. This flag represents something that could harm you in the future and you’d never realize it until it revealed itself on your skin. You’d never realize it until you’re in the hospital. It represents a force that can invade you anytime it desires and leave you speechless in horror. It can have you counting how many Summer days you have left rather than enjoying your Summer days.
This flag says that it’s too hot for you to endure. It says that the environment is so dangerous that your body cannot fully comprehend how to defend itself. And that’s the feeling you’re going have this week EXPRESS. You’re going to realize that last week you were simply enjoying the beach and now the heat will come. And this damage will affect you for a long time after you run for the shade of the corner turnbuckle, or the comforts of catching your breath outside the ring. No, it will never be over until we surpass you and rise to the top of the Mile High food chain and become champions.
But it begins with laying a FOUNDATION, AND WE ARE THE FOUNDATION. We are THE FOUNDATION OF WRESTLING. LIFE for you may be nothing more than Beach Boys music and white sand but for us it is about crushing dream warriors like yourselves who see themselves as more than this world.
In the real world, people like you cannot cope with just day to day life, so you go to other worlds in your mind just to maintain your lifestyle of being crazy in the head and for that you must be dealt with. This fed needs more than people yelling 24/7 about a spaceship and whatever nonsense you spew each week. Just watching you guys is like watching Mystery Science 3000 and just picking apart your lives before our very eyes. We laugh at you, everyone laughs AT YOU. No one is laughing WITH YOU. Why? Because we PITY YOU. You’ve been allowed to live some dreamworld where down is up and up is down, and I’m going to make sure you snap you back into reality.
(Johnny pulls up the flag and keeps walking)
JK: This week I bring this black flag to remind you that it’s getting dangerous out here. That your little party is going to get cut short, and a new foundation will be laid in this federation in the tag team division, and it will not be anything LIKE YOU. We will make this division in our own image, and you will be an afterthought.
It’s time to show Mile High what it’s like to have something more than YOU. And that my friend is what we’re going to give them. Something more than….YOU.
(The camera fades as Johnny walks off with the Black Flag…)
[The camera fades back in as Kaito Jackson sits in the darkness of a room only being lit by a candle…]
KJ: SHHHHHHHHHHHHH…..I can hear it. The doubt, the laughter. I can hear them mock me. Mocking Johnny…Mock The Foundation. They think they’ve won. How amusing can that be…
(The camera pans around to his face as he glares blankly into the screen…)
KJ: (whispers…) The black color is the absence of color. Black is a mysterious color that is typically associated with the unknown or the negative. Tell me S….E…..X…….What do you know about The Foundation that gives you such a thrilling confidence? I found that for many people, the more knowledge they have on a person, the more stronger they feel. The mind rationalizes how they will be victorious.
But you have so little, yet so much confidence. Could it be that you’re drawing some unknown power from the cosmos indeed? I don’t consider The Foundation as being anything celestial, but I think we can read you all just like a Horoscope. You’re nothing more than someone’s guess of the day – a lucky coincidence of connection, a explanation made up by man to explain the arrangement of the stars.
But TERRY MARSHALL, SPACE LORD, YOU MEAN NOTHING. You have no context. You’re nothing more than a bunch of random things put together.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH……..The quietness can speak so many details. I can hear the heartbreak of Ms. Vebbins as she’s trying to figure out just what she’s got herself into. I can hear her breath as she inhales trying to look normal around these two ….things.
But deep inside she is in a state of shock and panic when it comes to these guys because she doesn’t know if they are really serious.
These guys are just little celestial worlds that are a black hole away from being nothing.
The Foundation IS that black hole…..And this week we are going to remove from the galaxy this foolish world that is nothing more than formed aggravation. I’ve sat back this week and pondered the thought of facing these guys again. Johnny has pondered it, and we’re just tired of seeing them exist. So now, we will deal with them.
Because I didn’t come all this way to just EXIST. I came to lay a foundation for this federation. One that will hold strong the existence of a legacy that would last a lifetime. And I will not let them overshadow me.
I am he who casts the shadow, and controls the darkness
(Blows the candle out.)
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