Post by Mr. E on Mar 15, 2020 22:49:29 GMT -5
Slowly fading in from a pitch black screen to the glow of a laptop screen and a distorted voice.
“…Beezles!”
Radiant in the glow of the computer screen is a safety orange balaclava.
“Thanks for finally answering. I can tell by the look of shock on your face you weren’t expecting 'ol Mr. E to be calling you via Skype and what not. But, here’s the deal. And I’m going to kick it to you straight. ”
Mr. E straightens his posture; before continuing.
“The question marks, the mask, the body suit. I’m just having a good time. As one should in the business overrun with overly serious Neanderthals and miscreants. You shouldn’t be asking who I am. Especially after this Skype session.”
A muffled Peanuts adult like response escapes the speakers of the lap top.
“ Chill, brizz. I’ll show you after I finish what I have to say. Now, I know I wasn’t exactly in the best of conditions last Monday. But, you showed quite clearly, you’re capable of picking up my slack. And I’m hoping to show you this week, you won’t need to pick up too much of my slack. Just working off some rust. Back to my point. You should be asking why wear a mask! And I’ll tell you why! I’m a multi time tag team champion. A former WRLD champion in his own right, multiple other singles titles, several tours of Japan; a mainstay in Puerto Rico. You name it, I’ve been there, done that. So, why a mask? Why Alpha? Why the tag team tournament? Why team with you? Why Pomp and Circumstance?”
The distortion makes the man’s chuckle quite eerie; as he rares back.
“I could cry and say I got stuck with you. But, I believe in something higher than the powers that be. See, a man like you? You need someone with my pedigree to guide you through this landmine of egos known as Alpha Pro Wrestling. Last week was a cake walk. This week? We’re stepping up from the elementary school cake walk to the local VFW hall level bingo at least. You ever played bingo with middle aged women when Aunt Betsy’s coveted Pineapple upside down cake is on the line?! It gets rough. And these Architects…”
Mr. E attempts to light up a cigarette . Growing frustrated he tosses it to the side.
“…ugh! These Architects! I’ve seen it seventeen times over. They think they’re the be all, end all. Blah, blah, blahblablah. Now, I know you’ve had people in your ear since they announced the brackets of this tournament. Talking all that ‘you can’t trust a man you don’t know' mess. Truth be told you probably wouldn’t trust me if you knew who I was from the jump. And if you choose not to trust me when I show you who I am, that’s on you. Believe me, though. When I say I’m a man you want on your good side. Because, I can make your life and everyone else’s life in Alpha a living hell. And I won’t need my buddies to do it.”
Covering his ears and nonchalantly bouncing his head back and forth; Mr. E ignores the response.
“I don’t care how many titles The Architects Currently hold, or have held. Hell, I really don’t care how many I’ve held. I don’t even care that you’re the current Alpha Pro Wrestling Junior Heavyweight Champion. None of that matters. What matters is that light at the end of the tunnel known as the Alpha Pro Wrestling Tag Team Titles. Alpha needs a team like Pomp and Circumstance to hold those titles. They need something fresh! Not a couple of egomaniacal talking heads that have overstayed their welcome. The most important thing in all of this… I’m a tag team specialist, baby! I’m the boost your career needs. I’m the learning tree whose branches you need to sit under, Eli.”
Clearing his throat; Mr. E continues.
“You’re already on your way to being a superstar! Presentation is everything, and you’ve pretty much got that down. Now all you need is the knowledge to back it up. I’ve got a wealth of that. So, what do you say we show up and show out at the Nassau Coliseum in front of some of the most unappreciative fans in existence? And before I forget…”
The camera pans directly behind Mr. E's head as a white gloved hand pulls the balaclava off his head; revealing a bald cap.
“I can tell by the look on your face, you weren’t expecting me! Good! Neither will The Architects. See ya in New York. ”
The camera zooms in on the laptop screen. Adorned in a rather flamboyant suit is a mannequin. Mr. E has got to be off his rocker…
…fade to Black.
“…Beezles!”
Radiant in the glow of the computer screen is a safety orange balaclava.
“Thanks for finally answering. I can tell by the look of shock on your face you weren’t expecting 'ol Mr. E to be calling you via Skype and what not. But, here’s the deal. And I’m going to kick it to you straight. ”
Mr. E straightens his posture; before continuing.
“The question marks, the mask, the body suit. I’m just having a good time. As one should in the business overrun with overly serious Neanderthals and miscreants. You shouldn’t be asking who I am. Especially after this Skype session.”
A muffled Peanuts adult like response escapes the speakers of the lap top.
“ Chill, brizz. I’ll show you after I finish what I have to say. Now, I know I wasn’t exactly in the best of conditions last Monday. But, you showed quite clearly, you’re capable of picking up my slack. And I’m hoping to show you this week, you won’t need to pick up too much of my slack. Just working off some rust. Back to my point. You should be asking why wear a mask! And I’ll tell you why! I’m a multi time tag team champion. A former WRLD champion in his own right, multiple other singles titles, several tours of Japan; a mainstay in Puerto Rico. You name it, I’ve been there, done that. So, why a mask? Why Alpha? Why the tag team tournament? Why team with you? Why Pomp and Circumstance?”
The distortion makes the man’s chuckle quite eerie; as he rares back.
“I could cry and say I got stuck with you. But, I believe in something higher than the powers that be. See, a man like you? You need someone with my pedigree to guide you through this landmine of egos known as Alpha Pro Wrestling. Last week was a cake walk. This week? We’re stepping up from the elementary school cake walk to the local VFW hall level bingo at least. You ever played bingo with middle aged women when Aunt Betsy’s coveted Pineapple upside down cake is on the line?! It gets rough. And these Architects…”
Mr. E attempts to light up a cigarette . Growing frustrated he tosses it to the side.
“…ugh! These Architects! I’ve seen it seventeen times over. They think they’re the be all, end all. Blah, blah, blahblablah. Now, I know you’ve had people in your ear since they announced the brackets of this tournament. Talking all that ‘you can’t trust a man you don’t know' mess. Truth be told you probably wouldn’t trust me if you knew who I was from the jump. And if you choose not to trust me when I show you who I am, that’s on you. Believe me, though. When I say I’m a man you want on your good side. Because, I can make your life and everyone else’s life in Alpha a living hell. And I won’t need my buddies to do it.”
Covering his ears and nonchalantly bouncing his head back and forth; Mr. E ignores the response.
“I don’t care how many titles The Architects Currently hold, or have held. Hell, I really don’t care how many I’ve held. I don’t even care that you’re the current Alpha Pro Wrestling Junior Heavyweight Champion. None of that matters. What matters is that light at the end of the tunnel known as the Alpha Pro Wrestling Tag Team Titles. Alpha needs a team like Pomp and Circumstance to hold those titles. They need something fresh! Not a couple of egomaniacal talking heads that have overstayed their welcome. The most important thing in all of this… I’m a tag team specialist, baby! I’m the boost your career needs. I’m the learning tree whose branches you need to sit under, Eli.”
Clearing his throat; Mr. E continues.
“You’re already on your way to being a superstar! Presentation is everything, and you’ve pretty much got that down. Now all you need is the knowledge to back it up. I’ve got a wealth of that. So, what do you say we show up and show out at the Nassau Coliseum in front of some of the most unappreciative fans in existence? And before I forget…”
The camera pans directly behind Mr. E's head as a white gloved hand pulls the balaclava off his head; revealing a bald cap.
“I can tell by the look on your face, you weren’t expecting me! Good! Neither will The Architects. See ya in New York. ”
The camera zooms in on the laptop screen. Adorned in a rather flamboyant suit is a mannequin. Mr. E has got to be off his rocker…
…fade to Black.
