Post by terrymarshall on Sept 23, 2022 16:30:46 GMT -5
After all this time I still can't believe you're gone.
"Thundering" Terry Marshall looks up at the starry sky with a tear in his eye. His head drops as he is remembering his old friend and tag team partner, the Supreme Intergalactic champion, Space Lord.
Marshall sighs heavily as he stares down at his steaming cup of coffee. Marshall looks back up to the stars from his deck and continues his musing as he takes another sip of his sleepy time tea and tries to ease his mind.
I miss our whacky, out-of-this-world adventures. I tried a singles career, and it just wasn't for me. Not because I wasn't successful, I mean I'm Terry "Freaking" Marshall. It just wasn't as fun after everything we had done together. I even tried opening my own promotion. Man, talk about a headache, I don't know why anyone would want to work so hard for such little in return.
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And me…
I just miss my old friend. I opened a Thundering Lake Shop, and a Karaoke Coffee House to pass the time, and that is how I wound up in this situation. I was high on my own supply, slamming shots of Espresso and chasing them with the B.W.G O.G, pumpkin spice latte. I was jacked dude, like two scoops of original recipe Jacked 3D pre, jacked. I was surfing the world wide web and saw the M.W.A.T.T. and in my caffeinated state I signed up.
The problem is, I don't have a tag team partner. So, I'm kind of stuck. I mean I might be able to win the whole thing by myself, but my days of being a one-man Wolfpack are behind me. I need my partner. I need the crew…
I NEED S.E.X!!!
As Marshall screams "I NEED S.E.X!", his wife, the beautiful ginger Heather Marshall sticks her head out of the door to the back deck.
I TOLD YOU I HAVE A HEADACHE!
She then steps back inside and shuts the door with a hard thud. Marshall shakes his head and takes another sip of his tea as he looks to the sky. As he stares at the clear sky he sees a shooting star. Suddenly, the star stops in mid-air and begins to twinkle. Marshall stares at the twinkling star and as he does hears the voice of his old partner.
If you monologue, they will come.
Marshall looks confused at first, not believing his own ears. Marshall looks at his tea, wondering if it had been spiked with something. As he looks at the tea he hears the voice of Space Lord again.
IF YOU MONOLOGUE THEY WILL COME!!!
Marshall looks up at the twinkling star again. The star shines bright for a moment and then shoots across the sky and disappears. Marshall begins nodding his head up and down, he slowly stands to his feet and sits his coffee on the railing of his deck. He feels reassured and begins to do what he does best monologue.
Monologue:
WELL LET ME TELL YA, SOMETHING DUDES! Thundering Terry Marshall is back, and I don't mean spinal, I mean back in OCW and back in action. I'm stepping into this tag team tournament without even knowing who my partner is, but Alice's Knights best believe I won't be alone. No way Jose. I'll be coming with the strongest force in the known and unknown universe at my back dudes. That force is the unparalleled, unmatched, often imitated, but never duplicated combined force of the Sexamaniacs.
So I got a few questions I got to ask Alice's Knights. FIRST, what's eating Gilbert Grape? No one knows, but I know who's beating Gilbert Grape, and that's Thundering Terry Marshall. You're going to poop the bed after I Thunder Strike your head. Or, I guess it'd be pooping your armor, how did Knights go to the bathroom in those things anyway?
CJ O'Donnell, you got Paramount at your back, but you're more of a dysfunctional family than the Grape family. You need to get your house in order if you expect to win this tournament.
HA! CAP! As the kids say. The truth is you don't have a chance of winning this tournament CJ, because your path to victory is carrying you right into the path of a raging Thunderstorm. When you enter that storm there is a one hundred percent chance that you will be….
THUNDERSTRUCK!!!
Marshall has come out of his chair and is ripping his pajama shirt off, sending the buttons flying like buckshot. Marshall is pumped, both figuratively and literally as his chest and arms are looking like that of a bodybuilder half his age.
TERRANCE CLARK MARSHALL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!
Marshall spins around to see his wife standing behind him. Her arms are folded across her chest tighter than the belt of her robe is tied. Marshall doesn't back down though, he's in the zone, and I don't mean the danger zone there Goose.
Honey, I'm monologuing. I know it's late, and I know you have a headache, but all the Sexamaniacs and all Thunderamaniacs are counting on me dudette. But I heard Space Lord's voice, and he told me if I monologue they will come.
Oh, Terry…
Her arms unfold, and then her robe unties.
I haven't heard you monologue in months. You know what hearing you ask some lame jabroni what they're gonna do, does to me.
Her robe hits the deck, and then Terry Marshall's jaw hits the deck.
But I thought you had a headache.
She gives a coy smile.
If you monologue, I will come.
Terry Marshall grabs his wife's hand and runs into the house. Just as the scene is about to fade out Thundering Terry Marshall sticks his head back out of the doorway and holds up a packet of Blue Chew.
Blue Chew… it's like a hot tag for your Weiner.
Marshall winks and the scene fades to an ad for Blue Chew.
"Thundering" Terry Marshall looks up at the starry sky with a tear in his eye. His head drops as he is remembering his old friend and tag team partner, the Supreme Intergalactic champion, Space Lord.
Marshall sighs heavily as he stares down at his steaming cup of coffee. Marshall looks back up to the stars from his deck and continues his musing as he takes another sip of his sleepy time tea and tries to ease his mind.
I miss our whacky, out-of-this-world adventures. I tried a singles career, and it just wasn't for me. Not because I wasn't successful, I mean I'm Terry "Freaking" Marshall. It just wasn't as fun after everything we had done together. I even tried opening my own promotion. Man, talk about a headache, I don't know why anyone would want to work so hard for such little in return.
Things haven't been the same for the Desolator crew either. Major Helmet no longer wears his massive helmet. Now he just looks like "Honey I shrunk the helmet", I heard he had been running some little shop of horrors with a giant man-eating plant, before going on to be the lackey for some ghost hunters.
Private Pizza lost a game of Domino's at Little Caesars Garden casino to Papa John, and now as to work it off his debt at a California Pizza Company. Private Bug Girl got killed in a raid while Guarding the Galaxy, or maybe it was killed by Raid.
Sargent Spot, well he went Wagons Ear on a Summer Rental in the Great Outdoors, then his sister had a baby, and now he's called Uncle Buck.
Firstmate Kirk, well he is hosting some TV show on History, but just can't wrestle the number one spot on the Network from American Pickers.
The Space Cowboy went back to farming. Raising Fat Jim's, or something like that. Some sort of spicy beef, guess he feeds the cows peppers or something.
And me…
I just miss my old friend. I opened a Thundering Lake Shop, and a Karaoke Coffee House to pass the time, and that is how I wound up in this situation. I was high on my own supply, slamming shots of Espresso and chasing them with the B.W.G O.G, pumpkin spice latte. I was jacked dude, like two scoops of original recipe Jacked 3D pre, jacked. I was surfing the world wide web and saw the M.W.A.T.T. and in my caffeinated state I signed up.
The problem is, I don't have a tag team partner. So, I'm kind of stuck. I mean I might be able to win the whole thing by myself, but my days of being a one-man Wolfpack are behind me. I need my partner. I need the crew…
I NEED S.E.X!!!
As Marshall screams "I NEED S.E.X!", his wife, the beautiful ginger Heather Marshall sticks her head out of the door to the back deck.
I TOLD YOU I HAVE A HEADACHE!
She then steps back inside and shuts the door with a hard thud. Marshall shakes his head and takes another sip of his tea as he looks to the sky. As he stares at the clear sky he sees a shooting star. Suddenly, the star stops in mid-air and begins to twinkle. Marshall stares at the twinkling star and as he does hears the voice of his old partner.
If you monologue, they will come.
Marshall looks confused at first, not believing his own ears. Marshall looks at his tea, wondering if it had been spiked with something. As he looks at the tea he hears the voice of Space Lord again.
IF YOU MONOLOGUE THEY WILL COME!!!
Marshall looks up at the twinkling star again. The star shines bright for a moment and then shoots across the sky and disappears. Marshall begins nodding his head up and down, he slowly stands to his feet and sits his coffee on the railing of his deck. He feels reassured and begins to do what he does best monologue.
Monologue:
WELL LET ME TELL YA, SOMETHING DUDES! Thundering Terry Marshall is back, and I don't mean spinal, I mean back in OCW and back in action. I'm stepping into this tag team tournament without even knowing who my partner is, but Alice's Knights best believe I won't be alone. No way Jose. I'll be coming with the strongest force in the known and unknown universe at my back dudes. That force is the unparalleled, unmatched, often imitated, but never duplicated combined force of the Sexamaniacs.
So I got a few questions I got to ask Alice's Knights. FIRST, what's eating Gilbert Grape? No one knows, but I know who's beating Gilbert Grape, and that's Thundering Terry Marshall. You're going to poop the bed after I Thunder Strike your head. Or, I guess it'd be pooping your armor, how did Knights go to the bathroom in those things anyway?
CJ O'Donnell, you got Paramount at your back, but you're more of a dysfunctional family than the Grape family. You need to get your house in order if you expect to win this tournament.
HA! CAP! As the kids say. The truth is you don't have a chance of winning this tournament CJ, because your path to victory is carrying you right into the path of a raging Thunderstorm. When you enter that storm there is a one hundred percent chance that you will be….
THUNDERSTRUCK!!!
Marshall has come out of his chair and is ripping his pajama shirt off, sending the buttons flying like buckshot. Marshall is pumped, both figuratively and literally as his chest and arms are looking like that of a bodybuilder half his age.
TERRANCE CLARK MARSHALL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!
Marshall spins around to see his wife standing behind him. Her arms are folded across her chest tighter than the belt of her robe is tied. Marshall doesn't back down though, he's in the zone, and I don't mean the danger zone there Goose.
Honey, I'm monologuing. I know it's late, and I know you have a headache, but all the Sexamaniacs and all Thunderamaniacs are counting on me dudette. But I heard Space Lord's voice, and he told me if I monologue they will come.
Oh, Terry…
Her arms unfold, and then her robe unties.
I haven't heard you monologue in months. You know what hearing you ask some lame jabroni what they're gonna do, does to me.
Her robe hits the deck, and then Terry Marshall's jaw hits the deck.
But I thought you had a headache.
She gives a coy smile.
If you monologue, I will come.
Terry Marshall grabs his wife's hand and runs into the house. Just as the scene is about to fade out Thundering Terry Marshall sticks his head back out of the doorway and holds up a packet of Blue Chew.
Blue Chew… it's like a hot tag for your Weiner.
Marshall winks and the scene fades to an ad for Blue Chew.
