Forget the old
* Michael Montgomery RP for C01.
MONTGOMERY: I’ll never get used to this.
(Michael Montgomery steps out of the door of the taxi. His foot crunches against the fresh snow.)
MONTGOMERY: Agganis Arena, huh?
(The camera spans to the front of the Arena. On the billboard to Montgomery’s right, a single page flyer for New ERA of Wrestling’s season opener blows in the wind.)
MONTGOMERY: This is the marketing scheme? What the fuck did I sign myself up for?
(Montomgery reaches forward and rips the flyer from the board, tossing it on the snow. He watches as the wind blows the crumpled white ball across the snow.)
MONTGOMERY: Whatever, man. This promotion apparently meant something before, but now it is trying to gain street cred by going back to small venues. What this federation really needs is a true star.
(Montgomery shoves his hands in his empty pockets and buries his chin in his coat. He looks up at the Agganis Arena again.)
MONTGOMERY: I’m not talking about some has been, Shawn Hart, either. All I hear is how great Shawn Hart is. How fucking fantastic the main event at Cyberstrike is going to be. Shawn Hart and Larry Tact. Two of New ERA of Wrestling’s greatest stars.
(A quiet smirk rolls across his lips.)
MONTGOMERY: Until now.
(Montgomery walks briskly towards the darkened Arena. Keeping his head down he avoids as much of the spine chilling winds as he can. The snow breaks beneath his feet. He gets to the front door and pulls it open, slipping inside.)
MONTGOMERY: And I have to stay here for five more weeks after this?
(He shakes like a wet dog.)
MONTGOMERY: I got myself into a stupid mess. This could turn out horribly wrong. It could be a blessing in disguise. Either way, New ERA of Wrestling is about to get a taste of something that is sorely lacking.
(He pulls off his winter hat and rubs his matted hair.)
MONTGOMERY: The stars of yesterday are fading. Mr. Entertainment goes the way of the VHS. Marx and The Druid distant memories. And Chaos.
(His eyes light the dimly lit room.)
MONTGOMERY: Chaos will be put in order. For good.
(Montgomery stares deeply into the camera.)
MONTGOMERY: You might be a four time PCX champion. You may have won the Television championship. You have had your time in the sun, big man. At Cyberstrike, you will see, as will all of New ERA of Wrestling, that there’s a new sheriff in town. And he is quiet…
(Montgomery lifts his head, the aura of confidence surrounding him.)
MONTGOMERY: Magnificent.
(Montgomery swats at the camera and knocks it out of focus.)