(((FADE IN to a shoot of a full moon against a star-filled backing. A couple of small clouds scuttle past in the bottom right corner, but there is nothing spectacular except how clear the night sky is.
PAN ROUND and ZOOM OUT. We see that, in keeping with the night-time setting, we’re in a graveyard. As we continue to PAN ROUND we find Mr. Entertainment sitting on a gravestone, arms folded across his chest, looking rather disappointed)))
ME: Yer probably wonderin’ why I’m sittin’ in a graveyard this time o’ year. Am I becomin’ a gothic freak, tha’s the first think ya might think. Am I disappointed with my lot in New ERA? Am I still morose over havin’ lost ta Jeff Jorgenson, AGAIN?
Nah. Jeff’s so infuriatin’ I’ll be glad when Erik Black embarrasses him fer ME
Mister Entertainment
At RAUCOUS. No, the reason I’m here, is because I’m in mourning. I’m mourning the courage of the rest of the locker-room, because the way things’re goin’ – if things keep goin’ this way – then I’m gonna end up havin’ a match once in a blue moon because nobody has the guts ta face the greatest entertainer an’ professional wrestler on the PLANET!
ME.
Mister Entertainment.
Ya know, includin’ this match, only one guy had the testicular fortitude ta keep his commitment. I don’t mean HAL, who got replaced by Jorgenson an’ Burke. I don’t mean Ashe Corvin, who got soooo terrified by Chaos tha’ the mere thought o’ facin’ someone like Mister Entertainment so soon afterwards has him rockin’ back an’ forth in his mommy’s basement. Nah, only the Dragon from Empire Pro Wrestling had the guts ta show up an’ take his beatin’ like a man.
But let’s not speak o’ the cowards who’ve run like rats from a sinkin’ ship as soon as they see my name across from theirs. Because he’s been replaced by a guy tha’ New ERA fans recognise as the guy who got taken out by Chaos before a vicious Prodigy title match on Raucous twenty four. The man who at Raucous thirty two beat Adam Benjamin. A man I applaud fer stepping up to the plate an’ agreein’ ta face ME
Mister Entertainment.
I’m talking about Trevor Cane, mister Total lack of Carnage.
But don’t misunderstand, Trev. Ya’ll get a big ol’ thumbs up fer takin’ this match. But, seriously? You think you have a zombie’s chance in Hollywood o’ beatin’ ME?
Mister Entertainment?
NOT because ya’ll lost ta Corvin a’ Destrucity, because hey, everybody has an off night. I had one when I lost one on one ta Jorgenson. An’ no, ya ain’t gonna lose this match because of past loses or because ya’ve put on twenty stone o’ muscle an’ still have only an ounce o’ brain. You, Total Wimper, are gonna lose because of one simple irrefutable FACT.
You suck more than a buck-ninety hooker on the Vegas strip.
I mean, pu-LEASE! What kind o’ guy takes anything John Doe says, seriously? An’ yet before Destrucity ya’ll spent more time talkin’ abou’ him than John Doe himself! You may’ve had an off night when Ashe pinned ya but you made it sooooo easy for him by focusin’ on Doe tha’ it was ta be expected.
An’ what kind o’ guy thinks success is all abou’ putting on some extra muscle, stoppin’ talkin’ about savin’ the world, an’ becoming an arrogant prick? Trust it when I say, arrogance only works if ya’ll can back it up, Trev Trev, an’ from what I’ve seen of YOU?
You can’t carry it off without startin’ ta sound needy.
Your career, Trev, should be in here with the courage o’ HAL an’ Corvin. An’ the minds o’ the people who think yer gonna be somebody in the reborn an’ revitalised New ERA! Sadly ya’ll haven’t got the enough non-ability ta realise yer career died long ago. I ain’t gonna say I’m gonna put you outta the fans misery an’ totally end you, Trev, but I am gonna say tha’ ya’ll have one last good match before ya decide ta go out ta the glue factory.
After all, ya’ll’ll be in the ring with ME
Mister Entertainment
The man who can shine like the SUN at the drop o’ a hat, an’ ain’t so selfish he’ll deny others the chance ta bask in the reflected glory. The man who can have a great match with a hunk o’ steak. The guy who will climb the heights of New ERA and take back what is mine, the TV title.
And the man who’s gonna congratulate Trevor Cane’s moxie by showin’ the world tha’ it ain’t about him. It ain’t about cowards runnin’ away. It ain’t about Shawn Hart, Erik Black, Chaos or even God himself! It’s all about ME.
Mister. Entertainment.
(((FADE OUT)))
