New ERA's alive with the sound of... ENTERTAINMENT!
* Mr. Entertainment RP for C03.
(((FADE IN to a dank, filthy alleyway behind a fashionable night club. The music is loud and thumping, even with the doors closed, so heaven knows what it’s like inside the club. In amongst the garbage bags, crates and dumpsters we can see the shadow of a small rat scurrying about. From the far end of the alley we hear the faint clink of a glass bottle as it’s kicked mid-stride and rolls against the corner of a dumpster. A few seconds later, we hear footsteps as a shadowy figure steps into view, hands in the pockets of his jacket but head held high. The music from the club stops thumping momentarily, a spacey sci-fi interlude playing. The figure continues walking forward, until in the dim glow of a flickering street light we make out the man who is seeking to revolutionize New ERA – the man who knows ENTERTAINMENT and what the people need, New ERA superstar, Mr. Entertainment.
The wrestler stops in the glow, looking up at the light, before turning his ear to the music. He stays in silence, letting the assorted surrounding noises have their moment, before he sighs and begins to speak)))
ME: Well, what do ya know? Once again, I said it, an’ it came ta pass. An’ just like a true entertainer, I did what nobody else could do. With my superior sense of timin’, with my more than magnificent sense o’ DRAMA… I waited, an’ bid my time an’ then POW!!
The Tact Legacy found out why the next New ERA Heavyweight Champion is gonna be ME.
Mister Entertainment.
An’ the rest o’ the clowns on the roster? Well, looks like my words o’ wisdom did some good an’ my example paid off, because gosh darn it, I only felt like takin’ a nap once durin’ every other match on the show. Tha’s three times less than the number I felt like takin’ when I was actually wrestlin’ Fanatic.
Now, here we are, Cyberstrike Episode Three, an’ things’re gettin’ serious. Will Shawn Hart survive the brutal beatdown Chaos gave him? Will Stacey’s pants split? An’ who’s gonna be the first ta get a title shot by virture o’ winnin’ three successive matches? While there’s some uncertainty an’ drama over the first two, the third one? The one who’s gettin’ a guaranteed title shot? There’s no question, it ain’t gonna be Johnny Boy. Nah, the first one ta bank a title match is gonna be…
ME.
Mister Entertainment.
What, did ya really think I was gonna say First, the Justin Bieber o’ professional wrestling? Pu-lease! Tha’ whiney lil’ punk is the prime example o’ what’s wrong with this business, this company, an’ the whole entertainment industry in this country! No talent, no style, no understandin’ o’ what makes a true ENTERTAINER, an’ he thinks he deserves ta just waltz on up ta th’ top. He strode inta New ERA, buddied up ta the champ, an’ thinks tha’ people don’t see tha’ he’s tryin’ ta milk it fer all it’s worth.
Nah. First ain’t gonna get a banked shot. Johnny Boy’s gonna tear him a new one – hopefully in the right amount o’ time this week. Seriously, Johnny, speed the hell up! Sure ya ain’t ME
Mister Entertainment
But yer better than this! Jeez.
Anyways – I asked who’s gonna be the first ta bank a shot, an’ I still ain’t answered, have I? Michael Mountgomer did, though. Because despite wha’ it sounds like from the schedule, it ain’t just Johnny an’ the Wrestling Bieber who have tha’ shot. Before they get the chance, ya’ll have the honour of watchin’ ME
Mister Entertainment
Wipe the floor with the malignant one, Michael Mountgomer. The man who got spear-thrown by Chaos and took the disqualification win, like the coward he is. The man who thinks tha’ takin’ the Wrestling Bieber “to the limit” is cause fer celebration. Hell, Mike, the ONLY thing ya’ve gotten right so far is tha’ when I beat you, I get a guaranteed title shot.
Only thing he got right… yeah, tha’ abou’ sums it up. Ya didn’t even get yer own name right, Mountgomer! Ya think yer magnificent? Yer malignant, tha’s wha’ ya are. Yer a tumour, a parasite, a fetid lil’ sore an’ it’s up ta ME
Mister Entertainment
Ta expose the coward tha’ ya are an’ write you outta the script.
(((He brings a hand out of his pocket, and we see he’s got a bottled beer. He pops the top, takes a long drink, and continues)))
ME: The worst part abou’ ya, Mike? The fact tha’ yer an overblown ego tha’ the new New ERA just does not need. Sure, I’ve got a chip on my shoulder, but I back it up. Not just by pickin’ up win after win – an’ this week, after win again – but by bein’ so damn entertainin’ I bring the numbers. I shift the merchandise. I bring in the crowds so lil’ nobodies like YOU can get a pay cheque. The only thing you’ve done is been used as a projectile ta scare the fans. Tha’s IT.
Well, ya did give Wrestlebieber his second win. I guess tha’s two things ya’ve done.
But, oh, yer “magnificent.” Yer the “best wrestler in the Western Hemisphere!”. Tha’ might be true, but junior?
Yer steppin’ in the ring with not only the greatest entertainer on the PLANET… yer also steppin’ in the ring with the greatest professional wrestler alive today. THAT is why I, ME
Mister Entertainment
I’m the poster boy, the beacon, the salvation an’ the keystone of the new New ERA. Without Mister Entertainment this place has NOBODY. Just a bunch o’ losers like YOU, Mountgomer, pretendin’ ta be stars.
I know it’s gonna take damn hard work ta build this place inta MY edifice, the edifice it deserves, but I’m up to the task. An’ if I gotta do a lil’ surgery an’ gut the malignant tumour, Mountgomer?
(((He clicks his fingers, and suddenly the alleyway is gone – and we see it’s all been green-screen. As soon as the background changes, a pretty young red-head in tight jeans and a tank top comes over to the wrestler, giving him a surgical mask. He downs the rest of his beer and tosses it over his shoulder, where it hits the screen and falls to shatter on the floor)))
ME: Well, I guess I better scrub up so I can scrub… you… out. An’ when I’m done with you and am the first MAN ta win a guaranteed New ERA Championship Match opportunity?
I’ll be that much closer ta showing the entire PLANET… what they already know. That it’s all… about… ME.
Mister… Entertainment.
(((FADE OUT)))
