Post by terrymarshall on Oct 14, 2021 16:40:23 GMT -5
*The scene opens to a massive set of arms doing a downward pressing motion. The arms are huge, they are definitely the biggest arms in OCW. Oh, why be modest, they are definitely the biggest arms in ALL of professional wrestling brother. Those arms are coupled with the sounds of heavy breathing, not heavy from being out of breath, or the heavy breathing Forest Gump’s principal did with Forest momma when discussing Forest Education, but from pushing a heavyweight for reps.
The heavy breathing is replaced with a voice more soothing to the kind and frightening to the wicked than that of Sam Elliot. Although, even Terry Marshall can't touch Sam Elliott’s mustache game. The mere sound of Marshall's voice sends pops through the homes of all the Thundermaniacs watching on their TV, smartphone, computer, tablet, or whatever else you can watch OCW programming on today, you can probably even watch it on your microwave by now.*
Ya know something dudes, a lot of people have been wondering whatever happened to old Terry Marshall. People said it was like I fell off the face of the earth after GCWA closed. No brother, I blasted off the face of the Earth.
Space Lord... God rest his soul, and I headed out on an intergalactic voyage. After all, Space Lord was the Supreme Intergalactic Champion, and if you don't defend it every thirty months you have to vacate the championship. It was a heck of a time brother; we saw things I never dreamed of. I ate a Milky Way while cruising the Milky Way. Did pull-ups on the rings of Saturn. Did cartwheels in the Cartwheel galaxy. Smoke a stogie in the Cigar galaxy. Star gazed through all the constellations, and let me tell you brother I wouldn't recommend Orion's belt, only three stars.
Now that's a top-notch Dad joke dude.
And now brothers I've come back to the whackiest, most dangerous, and by far the most awesome world there is... the world of professional wrestling.
Now, I know you are al probably reeling from the bombshell I slipped in about Space Lord's passing, and I promise I'll go into that, just not right now. What, you expect me to spin an epic tale on a squash match? No way dude, that is a pay-per-view level story, and Space Lord deserves the big stage.
*The scene cuts to Marshall standing in front of a mirror wearing a Space Lord t-shirt and staring at a photo of himself with Space Lord and the Desolater crew. Marshall raises his head and instead of a somber face, he wears a mask of determination. *
Zeus, brother, you don't know what you are walking into at Massacre. You might be named after the God of thunder, but brother I'm the one who will be bringing the Thunder. Huh, I guess you could say you'll be calling me daddy after I'm done with you, cause I'm going to spank you all over the ring dude.
I've faced bigger. I've faced badder. And I've darn sure faced better. Normally, I would get out the shovel and bury my opponent, but brother if I can't run over you then it really is time for me to hang um up and go open a pasta restaurant.
*The scene cuts to Marshall pulling down a pair of wrestling boots from the mantel of the fireplace in his den. Even though the screen you can smell the rich mahogany bookshelves that contain many leather-bound books. Marshall gently blows on the boots, which sends a small amount of dust fluttering into the ether. *
I made Space Lord a promise before he expired. Well, two promises actually. One, that I would never reform the Sports Entertainment Xpress with that awful Space Lord rip-off called the Ultimate Renegade. And the second, but the biggest is that I would become the Supreme Champion of Earth, and brothers that means I got to become OCW champion because I always keep my promises.
And also, because there is no place with a Supreme Championship of Earth.
*Marshall grips the leather boots tightly in his canned ham-sized fist. The sound of the leather compressing in his palms is the only sound heard in the den. Marshall nods his head as if answering "yes" to a voice in his head. *
Like Drake or AQ, I got to start from the bottom be then be there, wherever there is. But also, like Drake and AQ, I'm going zero to one hundred real quick. Now, Zeus, I'm sorry to throw more dirt on you dude, but brother you are the bottom and you are where I'm starting. I will promise you this though Zeus, I’ll make it quick, real quick.
Cause I am “Thundering” Terry Marshall, but I also go by another name. First name greatest, last name ever. I sure hope these Drake references aren’t getting in your feels Zeus, but come Massacre this boot will be all up in your butt.
*Marshall holds the yellow boots up beside his face and looks very serious. Then the seriousness changes to doubt and an inquisitive look.*
Well, I’m holding two boots, and I mean I can’t put both boots in your butt, then I couldn’t stand up. Well, I mean, I wouldn’t literally put my boot up your butt, it’s a figure of speech, you know what I mean dude?
IN CASE YA DON’T BOTHER, I’LL BREAK IT DOWN FOR YOU!
*Marshall drops the boots, puts his elbows to his side, and points both fingers at the camera.*
What I’m saying dude, is that you may be named after the God of Thunder, but I’m the one who will be bringing the thunder. Only I won’t be slinging lightning bolts brother.
OH, NO DUDE!
I’m going to be slinging to the largest arms in all of professional wrestling right at your chest. So let me ask you something, Zeus. What are you gonna do, dude?
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WHEN THUNDERING TERRY MARSHALL AND THE THUNDERAMANIACS RETURN AND RUN WILD ON YOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!
!!!!*Marshall hits a big front double bicep pose because Marshall must pose.*
