Post by sportsentertainmentx on Mar 18, 2021 11:01:20 GMT -5
Stardate 20211503:
“I hate moving”, Space Lord says as he lifts up a box of trophies and places it securely into the cargo bay area of the Starship Desolator.
Terry Marshall walks up the loading platform door with his gym bag on his shoulder and some sweet short shorts showing off his massive quads. Marshall is clearly dressed for a workout, and also is shaking his pre-workout in his S.E.X blender bottle available at sexshop.com (I dare you to go to that site on your work computer).
Uh, brother, what are you doing?
Without looking at Marshall, Space Lord continues to stack boxes preparing for a move. “I told you to come ready to put in work”, Space Lord says as he places a giant box of canned Mountain Dew onto a pallet and then begins securing it down with some ratchet straps.
Yeah, but I thought you meant to put in work at the gym.
Space Lord stops for a moment and looks at Marshall.
Not everything in life is about the gym Terry, there is also tanning and doing laundry.
Marshall shakes his head, not knowing that Space Lord has been to the Jersey Shore. Before Marshall can respond to Space Lord’s statement, Major Helmet comes in carrying a small box of trinkets.
You know what I like best about moving, the memories that get stirred up from the things you pack. Like this for example.
Helmet sits down the box and pulls a triangle out. The musical instrument, not like a plushy triangle, he isn’t that into geometry.
Brother, were you in the band in High School or something? I haven’t seen a triangle since junior high music class.
No, I was in the Empires Royal Band. We were bigger than the Brian Setzer Orchestra and had more lasers than the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
Ya know, I was in a band myself.
ME TOO!
Really?
Yeah, I was in a Def Leppard cover band but got kicked out of the band after critics called me out for drumming with both arms.
*awkward silence. *
Suddenly a light bulb goes off about Terry Marshall's head.
WE SHOULD START A BAND!
“Oh, wrong switch.”, Bug Girl says, and then flips a switch and turns the light bulb off about Marshall’s head.
That is a brilliant idea, Terry, I could tell because a light bulb was on about your head.
I didn’t know you guys played anything; we have a crew jam session every other week.
Why didn’t I know about this?
We do it while you are wrestling, and we didn’t know that you or Terry played.
Brother, I don’t play, I rock and roll.
Suddenly, Space Lord is gone, just vanished without a trace.
YOU WANTED THE BEST! YOU GOT THE BEST!
Marshall and Helmet look to a balcony to see Space Lord, but he looks quite different. Space Lord’s normal neon colors are replaced by black, white, and silver. For the first time in history that Marshall knew him Space Lord has on pants and a shirt, tight leather ones. Gone are the normal fringes and tassels and in their place are spikes. That’s right, Space Lord is dressed like a member of KISS.
Space Lord lands and instantly unhooks from the harness. Marshall and Helmet look at each other, both a bit stunned.
I booked us a gig.
But brother, we don’t have any songs.
Terry, we will do what any new band does, we will be a cover band.
Stardate 20212003:
The Dynamic Duo and their supporting cast stand on a stage. Terry Marshall has a guitar hanging from his shoulder, and behind him is Space Lord who sits at the drums. Bug Girl is on bass, Spot is on the keyboard, Pizza is on backup guitar, First Mate Kirk is on background vocals, and Major Helmet is on the triangle. What? You questioning the awesomeness of the triangle? Well, Major Helmet is to the triangle what Charlie Daniels is to the fital or Yo-Yo Ma is to the cello.
The bright spotlight shines on Terry Marshall, with Space Lord visible behind him. A light turns on over Spot as he begins to play first. As Marshall begins to sing the rest of the lights begin to come up revealing the rest of the band.
It was a late-night Thursday
We were closing down the merch table
And we really have enjoyed our stay
But we must be moving to Proving Ground
Like a team without a division
Like superstars without a push
We’re the people's champs, and super over
And we must be moving on
Now believe when I say
We will be the champs, cause it’s the truth
But we have to have things in a non-hardcore way
Cause brothers, we ain’t in our youth
Like a team without a division
Like contenders without opponents
Just the thought of those sweet titles
Sends adrenaline through my veins
And champs go on shine um
Shining like brand new
You'll never have to look behind you
Cause brothers, we’re coming straight for you
Goodbye Fallout it's been nice
Hope you find your tag division
Tried to pop your ratings
Hope your pay per view will buys are through the roof
Goodbye Christian, goodbye Arik
Will, we ever get booked again
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, we’ll be Proving Ground
Sweet tag division (Goodbye Christian)
It's the best for us (Goodbye Arik)
Gives us motivation (Hello Legacy)
To clang and bang (Hello Big Drip)
In the land of tag teams (Feel the S.E.X)
Fridays on FX (Flowing through your veins)
Tag Team’s the style we’ve chosen (Come Fridays)
Every team is now on notice (Every other week)
So goodbye Christian (Goodbye, Christian)
So goodbye Arik (Goodbye, Arik)
Will we ever get booked again (Will we ever)
Meet us at Proving Ground (Get booked again)
Now some know us and some they don't
And some of you just can't tag
And some they will and some they won't
With some of us, it’s just as well
You can laugh at our behavior
And that'll never bother us
Say that Drip is tag division saviors
But we don't fall for the hip
S.E.X will go on shining
Shining like brand new
We'll never look behind us
Cause Fallout we’re done with you
Goodbye, Fallout, it's been nice
Hope you find your tag division
Tried to work your hardcore style
Hope your insurance rates, aren’t insane
Goodbye Christian, goodbye Arik
Will, we ever get booked again
Proving Ground, fell the energy flowing in your veins
Come tomorrow, we’ll be on FX.
Sweet tag rules (Goodbye, Christian)
Hardcore’s not our style (Goodbye, AMC)
Just give us a tag match (Will we ever)
To see your ratings pop (get booked again)
In the land of Proving Ground (Prove ourselves)
The titles aren’t far away (Pop the ratings)
It's the life we've chosen (Tune into FX
Every other Friday (Other Friday)
So now we’re leaving (Goodbye, Fallout)
Got to go (Goodbye, Christian)
Hit the road (Will we ever)
Heading to Proving (Get booked again)
Oh, yes, we’re leaving Fallout (Feel the Sexamania)
Got to go (Flowing through your veins)
Got to go (Come Friday)
I'm sorry, but Drip is going down (Every other Friday)
So goodbye Fallout (Goodbye, Fallout)
So goodbye Christian (Goodbye, Christian)
Will we ever (Will we ever)
Get booked again? (Booked again)
Go and believe it
Legacy, we’re coming for you.
Guys, we still have another song.
Space Lord and Helmet freeze as the crowd grows silent. An awkward silence falls over the entire stage and extends out into the crowd. Space Lord quietly moves up the stage and picks up his drum and begins setting it back up. As Space Lord sits the drum up he bumps into his symbols, knocking them over with a giant clang on the stage. This only increases the awkwardness and hilarity of the situation.
Space Lord finally gets the symbol set back up and takes his seat. Space Lord starts smacking his drumsticks together.
ONE!
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
The crowd begins to cheer as S.E.X & The Desolators (which is their band name by the way) begin to rock the crowd with a brand-new original hit, guess they aren’t just a cover band after all. The crowd goes crazy with cheers for this original song, just like the crowd at Proving Ground will.
Monologue:
Ya know brothers, it might be a new show, a new channel, and a new color for our logos, but I tell ya what dudes the more things change, the more they stay the same. What that means brother is that no matter where we are or who we are fighting for, S.E.X is still the best. We have come to the brand to shake up the tag team division, and right now it might be Legacy and the Drippers battling it out for tag team supremacy, but take this as your notice that the Sports Entertainment Xpress is coming for the crown brothers.
Speaking of the Drippers looks like right out of the gate we are facing the big dipper and the good dipper. The Big Dipper, the Jerry Heller of Big Drip, and if you don't know who that is, then don't step to me about hip hop, but I'm referring to Scott Oasis. I call you the Big Dipper because you only come around in the right conditions, and because, well, you are the biggest member of the group.
But, I'm bigger, right brother?
Marshall looks at Space Lord while he asked the question. Marshall suddenly develops invisible lat syndrome and holds his breath to puff to inflate his chest.
Of course, you are Terry, he can't bring the Thunder like you. And, I'm more cut than he is right?
Space Lord flexes his abs and biceps as he asks the question, doing his best Mr. Olympia pose.
Of course, not brother, you need a band-aid you're so cut. Cut, like Oasis, is going to be from the Big Drip roster after he is exposed as a fraud, and as someone just there for a cash grab. Drippy Boys, take this advice from an older, wiser, tanner, and jackeder, Terry Marshall. Oasis ain't nothing but a gold digger, trying to dig his claws into the hot and current trend to suck them dry.
Sounds more like a parasite.
You know what brother, you're right. Scott Oasis is just a parasite. He's sinking his teeth into Big Drip Productions and is going to feed off of them until he sucks them dry, and then he'll move on to the next host. And what Big Drip doesn't even realize and they are getting done just like Eazy-E and the rest of the N.W.A, and they are getting it with no vaseline. He's going to rob you blind, cause descent in your ranks, and leave the scraps for Suge Knight. In this case, Suge Knight would probably be Callum Walker.
Am I just saying this to try and throw you guys off your game plan? No. I don't need to do that, because of a game plan or no game plan we are going to beat you two. The reason is that we are a team, we are brothers in arms, and we have fought against and beaten some of the best teams throughout the cosmos. You two are just master and puppet, Geppetto and Pinocchio. The question is, is Oasis just pulling the strings, or does he have his whole arm up Big Drips butt?
Drippy Boys, Friday is gonna be the day. The day, that we're gonna big bang the crap out of you. By the end of the night, you will've somehow, realized what defeated you. I don't believe that anybody can beat us the way we are training now. S.E.X, won’t just be talked about in the sheets. The world will know the fire in our hearts will never burn out. I'm sure you've heard it all before, but you’ve never seen men who can prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt. I don't believe that anybody, wants to champions the same way we do, and our time is now. And all the Sexamaniacs are popping. And all the pain from the big bang will be blinding. There are many moves that I would like to do for you but I don't get paid by the hour. But maybe, you're gonna be the one exception. And after all, we’re going to be Big Drips downfall.
That’s right dude, Sexamania is going to be running wild all over Proving Ground, and all-over Big Drip Productions. But let me tell ya, something dude. Space Lord and I have been having a lot of fun spitting this hot fire about Scott Oasis, but don’t think we are sleeping on TJ Thompson. TJ might be a simpleton, but he’s the kind of underdog that anyone can get behind and that could win one on any given Friday. As a matter of a fact, TJ is the only member of Big Drip to have won a championship here in Project Honor. I’m just wondering if there might some deep-seeded jealously in the Dripper house, brother.
Sports Entertainment Xpress is like the Three Musketeers dude.
We’re whipped mouse covered in chocolate?
No, not the candy bar, the classic novel.
Oh, good. If I was a candy bar, I’d probably eat myself to death, I’d have to be a Snickers though.
What I mean dude, is we are one for all and all for one. I don’t know how things are in the Drippy house, but I know how things are on the Desolator. I do know that TJ has to be hungry to get his gold back, or any gold back for that matter. I’ve been there before, the champ who is coming off a title loss, and brother you either respond in one of two ways. You either curl up in a ball and slowly die, or you come out like a mad man who fights like hell to get back to the top. TJ, I’m guessing you are the latter of the two.
Well, brother, I got bad news for ya. The bad news is you aren’t going to be getting back on the winning path at Proving Ground because you aren’t going to get past Space Lord and me. I know you got something to prove, but we do too dude. We are here to prove that we aren’t just table scraps from Fallout being kicked to the curb. We are here to prove that we belong at the top of the card, not the first match or dark match. We are here to prove that we are a top tag team in the entire cosmos. But most importantly we are here to prove to ourselves that we are the best.
TJ you may be the Steve Urkel to the Family Matters of BDP, but I know you're teaming up with the Nelson Munts to the Simpsons of BDP. TJ, you might be the love-able fool, but your partner is a big jerk that no one likes. So, that makes you guilty by association, which means S.E.X has marked you for assassination.
Are you a rapper now?
Na brother, just a coincidence.
Just like Terry Marshall is a poet and doesn’t know it, DJ Thompson is a beaten man walking.
Uh, brother, it’s TJ Thompson.
No, a DJ spins the records and drops the beats, he’s like Eric B to the Big Drips Rakim or Dr. Dre to their Eminem.
Dre was a producer for Eminem.
Ok, he’s the Jazzy Jeff to their Will Smith. And just like Uncle Phil would throw Jazz out of his house, the Sports Entertainment Xpress will throw Oasis and DJ right out of contendership for the tag team titles. Go ahead and drop the beat DJ Thompson, because for you and Oasis the obese lady is about to sing.
~Fin
“I hate moving”, Space Lord says as he lifts up a box of trophies and places it securely into the cargo bay area of the Starship Desolator.
Terry Marshall walks up the loading platform door with his gym bag on his shoulder and some sweet short shorts showing off his massive quads. Marshall is clearly dressed for a workout, and also is shaking his pre-workout in his S.E.X blender bottle available at sexshop.com (I dare you to go to that site on your work computer).
Uh, brother, what are you doing?
Without looking at Marshall, Space Lord continues to stack boxes preparing for a move. “I told you to come ready to put in work”, Space Lord says as he places a giant box of canned Mountain Dew onto a pallet and then begins securing it down with some ratchet straps.
Yeah, but I thought you meant to put in work at the gym.
Space Lord stops for a moment and looks at Marshall.
Not everything in life is about the gym Terry, there is also tanning and doing laundry.
Marshall shakes his head, not knowing that Space Lord has been to the Jersey Shore. Before Marshall can respond to Space Lord’s statement, Major Helmet comes in carrying a small box of trinkets.
You know what I like best about moving, the memories that get stirred up from the things you pack. Like this for example.
Helmet sits down the box and pulls a triangle out. The musical instrument, not like a plushy triangle, he isn’t that into geometry.
Brother, were you in the band in High School or something? I haven’t seen a triangle since junior high music class.
No, I was in the Empires Royal Band. We were bigger than the Brian Setzer Orchestra and had more lasers than the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
Ya know, I was in a band myself.
ME TOO!
Really?
Yeah, I was in a Def Leppard cover band but got kicked out of the band after critics called me out for drumming with both arms.
*awkward silence. *
Suddenly a light bulb goes off about Terry Marshall's head.
WE SHOULD START A BAND!
“Oh, wrong switch.”, Bug Girl says, and then flips a switch and turns the light bulb off about Marshall’s head.
That is a brilliant idea, Terry, I could tell because a light bulb was on about your head.
I didn’t know you guys played anything; we have a crew jam session every other week.
Why didn’t I know about this?
We do it while you are wrestling, and we didn’t know that you or Terry played.
Brother, I don’t play, I rock and roll.
Suddenly, Space Lord is gone, just vanished without a trace.
Where did he go?
Marshall and Helmet look to a balcony to see Space Lord, but he looks quite different. Space Lord’s normal neon colors are replaced by black, white, and silver. For the first time in history that Marshall knew him Space Lord has on pants and a shirt, tight leather ones. Gone are the normal fringes and tassels and in their place are spikes. That’s right, Space Lord is dressed like a member of KISS.
Space Lord leaps off the balcony begins slowly lowering down on some cable harnesses. Space Lord raises his arms revealing leather bat wings hanging from the arms of his leather shirt and he looks way cooler than John Stamos did something like this on Full House with Jesse and The Rippers.
Space Lord lands and instantly unhooks from the harness. Marshall and Helmet look at each other, both a bit stunned.
I booked us a gig.
But brother, we don’t have any songs.
Terry, we will do what any new band does, we will be a cover band.
Stardate 20212003:
The Dynamic Duo and their supporting cast stand on a stage. Terry Marshall has a guitar hanging from his shoulder, and behind him is Space Lord who sits at the drums. Bug Girl is on bass, Spot is on the keyboard, Pizza is on backup guitar, First Mate Kirk is on background vocals, and Major Helmet is on the triangle. What? You questioning the awesomeness of the triangle? Well, Major Helmet is to the triangle what Charlie Daniels is to the fital or Yo-Yo Ma is to the cello.
The bright spotlight shines on Terry Marshall, with Space Lord visible behind him. A light turns on over Spot as he begins to play first. As Marshall begins to sing the rest of the lights begin to come up revealing the rest of the band.
It was a late-night Thursday
We were closing down the merch table
And we really have enjoyed our stay
But we must be moving to Proving Ground
Like a team without a division
Like superstars without a push
We’re the people's champs, and super over
And we must be moving on
Now believe when I say
We will be the champs, cause it’s the truth
But we have to have things in a non-hardcore way
Cause brothers, we ain’t in our youth
Like a team without a division
Like contenders without opponents
Just the thought of those sweet titles
Sends adrenaline through my veins
And champs go on shine um
Shining like brand new
You'll never have to look behind you
Cause brothers, we’re coming straight for you
Goodbye Fallout it's been nice
Hope you find your tag division
Tried to pop your ratings
Hope your pay per view will buys are through the roof
Goodbye Christian, goodbye Arik
Will, we ever get booked again
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, we’ll be Proving Ground
Sweet tag division (Goodbye Christian)
It's the best for us (Goodbye Arik)
Gives us motivation (Hello Legacy)
To clang and bang (Hello Big Drip)
In the land of tag teams (Feel the S.E.X)
Fridays on FX (Flowing through your veins)
Tag Team’s the style we’ve chosen (Come Fridays)
Every team is now on notice (Every other week)
So goodbye Christian (Goodbye, Christian)
So goodbye Arik (Goodbye, Arik)
Will we ever get booked again (Will we ever)
Meet us at Proving Ground (Get booked again)
Now some know us and some they don't
And some of you just can't tag
And some they will and some they won't
With some of us, it’s just as well
You can laugh at our behavior
And that'll never bother us
Say that Drip is tag division saviors
But we don't fall for the hip
S.E.X will go on shining
Shining like brand new
We'll never look behind us
Cause Fallout we’re done with you
Goodbye, Fallout, it's been nice
Hope you find your tag division
Tried to work your hardcore style
Hope your insurance rates, aren’t insane
Goodbye Christian, goodbye Arik
Will, we ever get booked again
Proving Ground, fell the energy flowing in your veins
Come tomorrow, we’ll be on FX.
Sweet tag rules (Goodbye, Christian)
Hardcore’s not our style (Goodbye, AMC)
Just give us a tag match (Will we ever)
To see your ratings pop (get booked again)
In the land of Proving Ground (Prove ourselves)
The titles aren’t far away (Pop the ratings)
It's the life we've chosen (Tune into FX
Every other Friday (Other Friday)
So now we’re leaving (Goodbye, Fallout)
Got to go (Goodbye, Christian)
Hit the road (Will we ever)
Heading to Proving (Get booked again)
Oh, yes, we’re leaving Fallout (Feel the Sexamania)
Got to go (Flowing through your veins)
Got to go (Come Friday)
I'm sorry, but Drip is going down (Every other Friday)
So goodbye Fallout (Goodbye, Fallout)
So goodbye Christian (Goodbye, Christian)
Will we ever (Will we ever)
Get booked again? (Booked again)
Go and believe it
Legacy, we’re coming for you.
Marshall gives one last big windmill strum of his guitar and the music fades out. As the song stops the crowd of this un-named but totally sold-out arena comes to their feet and gives a standing ovation for the best parody act since Michael Scott.
Marshall has a massive smile on his face as he takes a bow. Space Lord on the other hand jumps to his feet and kicks his bass drum over. Major Helmet slams his Triangle into the giant speaker next to him and the crowd cheers louder as Marshall looks around in curiosity.
Guys, we still have another song.
Space Lord and Helmet freeze as the crowd grows silent. An awkward silence falls over the entire stage and extends out into the crowd. Space Lord quietly moves up the stage and picks up his drum and begins setting it back up. As Space Lord sits the drum up he bumps into his symbols, knocking them over with a giant clang on the stage. This only increases the awkwardness and hilarity of the situation.
Space Lord finally gets the symbol set back up and takes his seat. Space Lord starts smacking his drumsticks together.
ONE!
TWO!
The crowd begins to cheer as S.E.X & The Desolators (which is their band name by the way) begin to rock the crowd with a brand-new original hit, guess they aren’t just a cover band after all. The crowd goes crazy with cheers for this original song, just like the crowd at Proving Ground will.
Monologue:
Ya know brothers, it might be a new show, a new channel, and a new color for our logos, but I tell ya what dudes the more things change, the more they stay the same. What that means brother is that no matter where we are or who we are fighting for, S.E.X is still the best. We have come to the brand to shake up the tag team division, and right now it might be Legacy and the Drippers battling it out for tag team supremacy, but take this as your notice that the Sports Entertainment Xpress is coming for the crown brothers.
Speaking of the Drippers looks like right out of the gate we are facing the big dipper and the good dipper. The Big Dipper, the Jerry Heller of Big Drip, and if you don't know who that is, then don't step to me about hip hop, but I'm referring to Scott Oasis. I call you the Big Dipper because you only come around in the right conditions, and because, well, you are the biggest member of the group.
But, I'm bigger, right brother?
Marshall looks at Space Lord while he asked the question. Marshall suddenly develops invisible lat syndrome and holds his breath to puff to inflate his chest.
Of course, you are Terry, he can't bring the Thunder like you. And, I'm more cut than he is right?
Space Lord flexes his abs and biceps as he asks the question, doing his best Mr. Olympia pose.
Of course, not brother, you need a band-aid you're so cut. Cut, like Oasis, is going to be from the Big Drip roster after he is exposed as a fraud, and as someone just there for a cash grab. Drippy Boys, take this advice from an older, wiser, tanner, and jackeder, Terry Marshall. Oasis ain't nothing but a gold digger, trying to dig his claws into the hot and current trend to suck them dry.
Sounds more like a parasite.
You know what brother, you're right. Scott Oasis is just a parasite. He's sinking his teeth into Big Drip Productions and is going to feed off of them until he sucks them dry, and then he'll move on to the next host. And what Big Drip doesn't even realize and they are getting done just like Eazy-E and the rest of the N.W.A, and they are getting it with no vaseline. He's going to rob you blind, cause descent in your ranks, and leave the scraps for Suge Knight. In this case, Suge Knight would probably be Callum Walker.
Am I just saying this to try and throw you guys off your game plan? No. I don't need to do that, because of a game plan or no game plan we are going to beat you two. The reason is that we are a team, we are brothers in arms, and we have fought against and beaten some of the best teams throughout the cosmos. You two are just master and puppet, Geppetto and Pinocchio. The question is, is Oasis just pulling the strings, or does he have his whole arm up Big Drips butt?
Drippy Boys, Friday is gonna be the day. The day, that we're gonna big bang the crap out of you. By the end of the night, you will've somehow, realized what defeated you. I don't believe that anybody can beat us the way we are training now. S.E.X, won’t just be talked about in the sheets. The world will know the fire in our hearts will never burn out. I'm sure you've heard it all before, but you’ve never seen men who can prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt. I don't believe that anybody, wants to champions the same way we do, and our time is now. And all the Sexamaniacs are popping. And all the pain from the big bang will be blinding. There are many moves that I would like to do for you but I don't get paid by the hour. But maybe, you're gonna be the one exception. And after all, we’re going to be Big Drips downfall.
Oasis, Drippers, someday you will find us, standing at the top of the PH mountain while you are caught beneath the landslide. When a big bang hits so hard it causes a supernova in the sky. Someday you will find your selves, caught in the big bang. In a big bang supernova, a big bang supernova that sends you flying into the sky. You’ll wake up in the hospital and yourself why you dreamed a foolish dreamer dreams of beating S.E.X when they are the best. Wipe the tears away now from your eyes, your worst fears are coming true. Slowly walking down, the entranceway to your doom. Faster than a cannonball, I am coming to BIG BNAG YOU ALL!
That’s right dude, Sexamania is going to be running wild all over Proving Ground, and all-over Big Drip Productions. But let me tell ya, something dude. Space Lord and I have been having a lot of fun spitting this hot fire about Scott Oasis, but don’t think we are sleeping on TJ Thompson. TJ might be a simpleton, but he’s the kind of underdog that anyone can get behind and that could win one on any given Friday. As a matter of a fact, TJ is the only member of Big Drip to have won a championship here in Project Honor. I’m just wondering if there might some deep-seeded jealously in the Dripper house, brother.
Sports Entertainment Xpress is like the Three Musketeers dude.
We’re whipped mouse covered in chocolate?
No, not the candy bar, the classic novel.
Oh, good. If I was a candy bar, I’d probably eat myself to death, I’d have to be a Snickers though.
What I mean dude, is we are one for all and all for one. I don’t know how things are in the Drippy house, but I know how things are on the Desolator. I do know that TJ has to be hungry to get his gold back, or any gold back for that matter. I’ve been there before, the champ who is coming off a title loss, and brother you either respond in one of two ways. You either curl up in a ball and slowly die, or you come out like a mad man who fights like hell to get back to the top. TJ, I’m guessing you are the latter of the two.
Well, brother, I got bad news for ya. The bad news is you aren’t going to be getting back on the winning path at Proving Ground because you aren’t going to get past Space Lord and me. I know you got something to prove, but we do too dude. We are here to prove that we aren’t just table scraps from Fallout being kicked to the curb. We are here to prove that we belong at the top of the card, not the first match or dark match. We are here to prove that we are a top tag team in the entire cosmos. But most importantly we are here to prove to ourselves that we are the best.
TJ you may be the Steve Urkel to the Family Matters of BDP, but I know you're teaming up with the Nelson Munts to the Simpsons of BDP. TJ, you might be the love-able fool, but your partner is a big jerk that no one likes. So, that makes you guilty by association, which means S.E.X has marked you for assassination.
Are you a rapper now?
Na brother, just a coincidence.
Just like Terry Marshall is a poet and doesn’t know it, DJ Thompson is a beaten man walking.
Uh, brother, it’s TJ Thompson.
No, a DJ spins the records and drops the beats, he’s like Eric B to the Big Drips Rakim or Dr. Dre to their Eminem.
Dre was a producer for Eminem.
Ok, he’s the Jazzy Jeff to their Will Smith. And just like Uncle Phil would throw Jazz out of his house, the Sports Entertainment Xpress will throw Oasis and DJ right out of contendership for the tag team titles. Go ahead and drop the beat DJ Thompson, because for you and Oasis the obese lady is about to sing.
~Fin
