Unaired Parking Lot Segment: MNB #565

[Nightcall]

A white stretch limousine pulls up to the nearest parking zone of The Stan Sheriff Center. It idles before the rear door opens. After a lot of aggressive incoherent shouting, Nightcall is thrown from the limo. He lands in a heap on the pavement as the car veers off down the street. He picks himself up and brushes himself off.

Bob Murray sprints up to him with a microphone in hand.

Murray: Nightcall! Nightcall, welcome to Monday Ni-

The new wrestler stumbles and seizes the microphone from Bob’s hand.

Nightcall: You're too kind brah, God Bless you. Here's something for your troubles.

He reaches inside his red jacket and pulls out a roll of dollar bills. He tosses it to the interviewer and starts to stagger off — mistaking Bob for an intern. Nightcall whips his head back around and points at the money.

Nightcall: Don't try to gamble with that. It's illegal here. I found that out the hard way…

There is a jumpcut to the crowd watching the interaction from the X-Tron. A few natives laugh. The camera jumps back to The Night Dude as he enters the building with cameramen in tow. He looks directly into the lens.

Nightcall: Monday Night Brawl MAKE SOME NOISE!!!

The crowd cheers. He shakes his head.

Nightcall: That’s not cuttin’ it, fam. I need to hear you out here. MAKE SOME NOOOOIIISE!!!

They raise their voices louder.

Nightcall: Better, better. Plenty of time to get a rallying cry loud enough for SpaceX satellites to hear. Many of you don’t know me so let me break it down.

He enters a hallway.

Nightcall: I’m Nightcall, and I’m here to have a good time.

He looks away from the camera, finding himself into another hall. He shifts his eyes back to the viewers watching.

Nightcall: That’s it. That’s my sales pitch. It’s been a long night, alright?  I think Hawaii 5-0 is onto me so if you're expecting Shakespeare... I'm not your guy right now.

A good portion of the native audience laugh. The Night Dude grins.

Nightcall: Some of ya get me. We're about to go on a journey together, my new friends.

He turns into a large room with flashing lights. They are implanted into the walls. Nightcall raises an eyebrow and strolls around the room.

Nightcall: One full of great adv...advent...err …where the hell am I?

Everyone has a chuckle. He smiles sheepishly.

Nightcall: Huh. Brawl may take some getting used to...

The camera fades out on the lost rookie.

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