Post by Mr. E on Mar 8, 2020 22:54:14 GMT -5
Dayglow orange, purple, green, and orange question marks of varying sizes light up your screen; all of them seemingly moving on a black background. They begin to fall into each ending with a loud and abrupt thud. An annoyed sigh makes its way out if your speakers. Overhead lights come on showing a headless mannequin; adorned with a body suit, covered in question marks; in the center of a mirrored room.. A small framed individual in a black hoody, with white block lettering that reads RASSLIN' steps into the frame; hood up. This individual picks up the wrestling mask covered head of the mannequin and scoffs; from behind the camera a slightly taller curly headed young man mutters ..still rolling, dude”. The hoody wearing individual turns toward the disturbance with a scowl underneath their white mask. A southern, yet feminine twang escapes a pair of Ruby red lips; placing the masked mannequin head between her legs; to hold it.
“I swear if you call me dude one more time…”
Stretching her left arm out she pulls her hoody sleeve up with her right hand; following swiftly with her right arm and left hand. She holds up the masked mannequin head.
“All Mr. E asked was that we get this in one take! Isn’t that right Mr. E?!”
The masked lady makes the mannequin head nod.
“Mr. E also asked that I address the issue should this happen. So, here goes!”
Behind her, in the mirrored wall you see a piece of poster board dart into the frame. Her scowl more prominent; the young masked lady speaks.
“First of all, put that away. Everyone knows when Monday Night Metal happens. They’ve already got their tickets by now, if not they already know they can watch Mr. E and Alpha Junior Heavyweight Champion advance from round one of block B in the tag team tournament, on Netflix.”
An approving chuckle is heard from behind the camera; she continues.
“Who am I? Mrs. E? Misses E? Mistress E?”
The chuckle from behind the camera is more prominent.
“First of all, if you’re thinking that, gross. Ew, even. Anyhow. Mr.E had this whole extravagant intro planned out. It was actually pretty cool. But, here I am, picking up everyone’s slack and honing my skills. However, who I am isn’t important at the time being. I’m just here to reassure 'ol Breezy aka Pomp of Pomp and Circumstance that he has nothing to worry about. Mr. E is a tag team specialist. And you’re in better hands than you would’ve been with any of those other random people that signed up. Funny how that works, huh? A promotion announces a tournament and everyone comes running. No one actually wants to work their way up from the bottom. They want in the mix right away.”
A round of applause and laughter escape your speakers as a masked man wearing a custom white suit with matching gloves steps into the frame behind the camera; ass seen in the mirror behind the masked female; signaling for her to wrap it up.
“But, I’m not done!”
Without notice the screen goes black.
“I swear if you call me dude one more time…”
Stretching her left arm out she pulls her hoody sleeve up with her right hand; following swiftly with her right arm and left hand. She holds up the masked mannequin head.
“All Mr. E asked was that we get this in one take! Isn’t that right Mr. E?!”
The masked lady makes the mannequin head nod.
“Mr. E also asked that I address the issue should this happen. So, here goes!”
Behind her, in the mirrored wall you see a piece of poster board dart into the frame. Her scowl more prominent; the young masked lady speaks.
“First of all, put that away. Everyone knows when Monday Night Metal happens. They’ve already got their tickets by now, if not they already know they can watch Mr. E and Alpha Junior Heavyweight Champion advance from round one of block B in the tag team tournament, on Netflix.”
An approving chuckle is heard from behind the camera; she continues.
“Who am I? Mrs. E? Misses E? Mistress E?”
The chuckle from behind the camera is more prominent.
“First of all, if you’re thinking that, gross. Ew, even. Anyhow. Mr.E had this whole extravagant intro planned out. It was actually pretty cool. But, here I am, picking up everyone’s slack and honing my skills. However, who I am isn’t important at the time being. I’m just here to reassure 'ol Breezy aka Pomp of Pomp and Circumstance that he has nothing to worry about. Mr. E is a tag team specialist. And you’re in better hands than you would’ve been with any of those other random people that signed up. Funny how that works, huh? A promotion announces a tournament and everyone comes running. No one actually wants to work their way up from the bottom. They want in the mix right away.”
A round of applause and laughter escape your speakers as a masked man wearing a custom white suit with matching gloves steps into the frame behind the camera; ass seen in the mirror behind the masked female; signaling for her to wrap it up.
“But, I’m not done!”
Without notice the screen goes black.
