Post by Travis Pierce on Apr 18, 2012 13:44:13 GMT -5
You get off the plane in Australia, tired from the long flight, but more annoyed that Chastity wasn’t entertained by your joke about her riding a Jet all the way down under. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised, after all, it’s probably pretty silly to expect a woman named for a habitual cock-blocking to find humor in such matters.
Yet you are supposed to be a dynamic and versatile entertainer, aren’t you? Not versatile in the Kiseragi sense, but rather that you can bring joy to people in a variety of ways, find humor in any situation, touch those buttons and command attention. You’re the mouth to compliment the fist, right?
It’s weighing on your mind as you and Opie make your obligatory promotional visit to the Sydney Opera House. You note that the Sydney Opera House is an opera house located in the city of Sydney, right by Sydney Harbor, which is a harbor in Sydney, and close to the Sydney Tower, which is a tower in the city of Sydney. It is a relatively close distance to the Sydney Harbor Bridge, which bridges the harbor in Sydney, the Sydney Entertainment Centre, which is a center for entertaining activities as opposed to opera, and the Sydney Cricket Ground, where you surmise they must breed insects. You wonder if you can find Captain Obvious to interview this week as you guess that he might be the mayor of town, but the locals don’t seem to have heard from him. Apparently they find their city to be exciting, unlike the uninspired losers in Melbourne, who have local attractions such as the Melbourne Cricket Grounds and Melbourne Entertainment Centre.
You arrive along with the rest of the Piercing Media Network staff at the Generically Named Opera House, where you are all promptly shown to the green room. As the group peruses the playbills and other documents and information related to where you are, you find yourself drifting back to your pre-trip planning meeting, as your trusted producer Rob Cartwright ran down the agenda for your upcoming broadcast. A special live edition of The Piercing Truth, held right at the Opera House, co-hosted by both you and your partner, round-robin style. Alternating presentation of stories. A quiet moment together as a cooperative team. Questions pulled directly from fans live, and asked of each other. Co-Hosts.
The word hangs in your mind. Co-Hosts.
It makes perfect sense, of course. The hottest cooperative team in the industry today, perhaps ever, going into a big event title defense, presenting a unified front. Showing what a phenomenal team they are. You understand the reason for it. After all, I becoming we was a big part of what this was all supposed to be about, wasn’t it?
Your entire group sits together at the promotional press conference on site. It feels odd. How could it not? After all, it’s rare you have to share a stage with two people, let alone this entire crew. Yet it goes off without a hitch, and inside your Piercing Mind, you begin to wonder.
What is your place in this brave new work of piercing entertainment?
When all this started, you were the face of the franchise. You were the entertainer, the one that dazzled them with his oozing charisma. Jet took care of the rest of our business. He spoke with his fists, his legs, he more than earned the name of the Living Weapon. He could be the Living Weapon because you were the Eternal Entertainer.
But you look around the table at the press conference, and who do you see sitting up there with you? Jet brought in Pepper Phoenix. Jet developed the Score, at your urging no less, and that brought in Chastity. This is the Piercing Media Network, but it’s also the group that Opie built.
When did the pendulum swing the other way? Will it swing back? You’re not so sure. You laid the groundwork for this empire. Did you also pave the way for your own fall into obscurity?
Jet snaps you back to attention, asking if you’re okay, and you realized that you’re sitting together at the desk for the live broadcast. You’re happy for him, you really are. You’ve found a friendship in a place you would have never expected. But you have a career and a future to consider as well.
Your immediate future is going to take you into the Bushfire Match. Last year you were too busy being the World Heavyweight Champion to notice or care about it, but Opie watched it, and he compared it to watching hell on earth. A double cage, filled with weapons of Australian origin, no doubt called names such as “Sydney Scimitar” or “Melbourne Mop.” To win means you and Jet and to not only escape the cages, but make your way to the top of the ramp without getting blown apart by the recklessly placed pyros that will be exploding in random intervals. You smile as you think of fictionalized survival games, like the Running Man or the Hunger Games, and realize you’re about to live it. Entertainment, indeed.
As Rob starts counting down to the start of the broadcast, you know that winning this match over Marek and Peterson is going to take nothing less than both of you acting as one, a unified alpha and omega, a yin and yang, two halves coming together as a whole.
But as the theme music starts to play, and Rob reads his voice-over before pointing to you, you push those thoughts aside to focus on what you’re doing, with one lingering question that you can’t shake.
If Jet Somers is now the mouthpiece, if he has indeed become the face of the franchise, what is left for you?
Is it time to become the fist?
Yet you are supposed to be a dynamic and versatile entertainer, aren’t you? Not versatile in the Kiseragi sense, but rather that you can bring joy to people in a variety of ways, find humor in any situation, touch those buttons and command attention. You’re the mouth to compliment the fist, right?
It’s weighing on your mind as you and Opie make your obligatory promotional visit to the Sydney Opera House. You note that the Sydney Opera House is an opera house located in the city of Sydney, right by Sydney Harbor, which is a harbor in Sydney, and close to the Sydney Tower, which is a tower in the city of Sydney. It is a relatively close distance to the Sydney Harbor Bridge, which bridges the harbor in Sydney, the Sydney Entertainment Centre, which is a center for entertaining activities as opposed to opera, and the Sydney Cricket Ground, where you surmise they must breed insects. You wonder if you can find Captain Obvious to interview this week as you guess that he might be the mayor of town, but the locals don’t seem to have heard from him. Apparently they find their city to be exciting, unlike the uninspired losers in Melbourne, who have local attractions such as the Melbourne Cricket Grounds and Melbourne Entertainment Centre.
You arrive along with the rest of the Piercing Media Network staff at the Generically Named Opera House, where you are all promptly shown to the green room. As the group peruses the playbills and other documents and information related to where you are, you find yourself drifting back to your pre-trip planning meeting, as your trusted producer Rob Cartwright ran down the agenda for your upcoming broadcast. A special live edition of The Piercing Truth, held right at the Opera House, co-hosted by both you and your partner, round-robin style. Alternating presentation of stories. A quiet moment together as a cooperative team. Questions pulled directly from fans live, and asked of each other. Co-Hosts.
The word hangs in your mind. Co-Hosts.
It makes perfect sense, of course. The hottest cooperative team in the industry today, perhaps ever, going into a big event title defense, presenting a unified front. Showing what a phenomenal team they are. You understand the reason for it. After all, I becoming we was a big part of what this was all supposed to be about, wasn’t it?
Your entire group sits together at the promotional press conference on site. It feels odd. How could it not? After all, it’s rare you have to share a stage with two people, let alone this entire crew. Yet it goes off without a hitch, and inside your Piercing Mind, you begin to wonder.
What is your place in this brave new work of piercing entertainment?
When all this started, you were the face of the franchise. You were the entertainer, the one that dazzled them with his oozing charisma. Jet took care of the rest of our business. He spoke with his fists, his legs, he more than earned the name of the Living Weapon. He could be the Living Weapon because you were the Eternal Entertainer.
But you look around the table at the press conference, and who do you see sitting up there with you? Jet brought in Pepper Phoenix. Jet developed the Score, at your urging no less, and that brought in Chastity. This is the Piercing Media Network, but it’s also the group that Opie built.
When did the pendulum swing the other way? Will it swing back? You’re not so sure. You laid the groundwork for this empire. Did you also pave the way for your own fall into obscurity?
Jet snaps you back to attention, asking if you’re okay, and you realized that you’re sitting together at the desk for the live broadcast. You’re happy for him, you really are. You’ve found a friendship in a place you would have never expected. But you have a career and a future to consider as well.
Your immediate future is going to take you into the Bushfire Match. Last year you were too busy being the World Heavyweight Champion to notice or care about it, but Opie watched it, and he compared it to watching hell on earth. A double cage, filled with weapons of Australian origin, no doubt called names such as “Sydney Scimitar” or “Melbourne Mop.” To win means you and Jet and to not only escape the cages, but make your way to the top of the ramp without getting blown apart by the recklessly placed pyros that will be exploding in random intervals. You smile as you think of fictionalized survival games, like the Running Man or the Hunger Games, and realize you’re about to live it. Entertainment, indeed.
As Rob starts counting down to the start of the broadcast, you know that winning this match over Marek and Peterson is going to take nothing less than both of you acting as one, a unified alpha and omega, a yin and yang, two halves coming together as a whole.
But as the theme music starts to play, and Rob reads his voice-over before pointing to you, you push those thoughts aside to focus on what you’re doing, with one lingering question that you can’t shake.
If Jet Somers is now the mouthpiece, if he has indeed become the face of the franchise, what is left for you?
Is it time to become the fist?
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