Sweet Serenade

[Skyler]

INTRODUCTION TO ROCK:

A jet had arrived in an air field. It would make one believe that a huge swarm of photographers and fans would be present. But it was strangely absent other than Michael Cole who looked about awkwardly. Three men stepped out of the large aircraft.

Heath Slater. Crimson colored locks. Sunglasses. Rockstar stubble. Freshly inked tattoo's.

Drew McIntyre. Glorious long hair. Beard. Leather jacket.

Jinder Mahal. Appears somewhat less jovial than the other two. Black turban.

Heath Slater: THREE MEM BEEEEE-BAAAAABAAAAAAAY!

Three fingers were held to the sky but the front man pulled off his sunglasses and looked about in confusion.

Heath Slater: What the hell?! Where are all the fans?!

Drew McIntrye: We just came back from touring overseas and there's nobody here?!

There was outrage among the rock band as they approached the interviewer.

Heath Slater: Do you know who we are? We're 3MB!

Drew McIntyre: Do you have any ANY idea how many copies our latest single sold all over the world?! Tell the management to pull their heads out of their arses or we'll take our mutli-media extravaganza and go work somewhere else!

Heath Slater: Wait..I think I know what's going on here..

Heath and Drew looked at Cole with disgust.

Heath Slater: Are you..tryin' to hinder Jinder?!

Drew McIntyre: It's 2013 and you're hindering Jinder?!

Jinder glared and slowly shook his head with a stern expression.

Michael Cole: No. I'm swear I'm not trying to hinder Jinder. I'm just here to interview Heath about his match with Carlito.

Heath Slater: Carlito?! Carlito?! We're straight off a world tour of rocking faces and you wanna ask me about CARLITO?! I'm gonna ROCK HIS FACE, MAN! What does he got? A little talk show?

Drew McIntyre: A little talk show?! That's all?!

Jinder lifted one of his hands towards the sky as if he were holding the world in his palm.

Jinder Mahal: The sands of time will wash over the defeated and broken carcass of Carlito and everyone else who opposes us will be crushed and swept away like mere insects.

Heath and Drew: ..Y..YEAAAAH!

Michael was pushed aside by the rockers who began swarming the airport.

Heath Slater: Where is our limo?!

Drew McIntyre: Where are all the half naked women and booze?!

INTRODUCTION TO ROCK PART 2:

3MB's locker room looked more like a rock venue's dressing room. Now there was booze. And women.

Heath Slater had one of the aforementioned half-naked women hanging off of him. Drew McIntyre sat in a leather couch with a guitar laying in his lap in a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Jinder Mahal sat at a table with his hands folded in front of him in a deep look of thought on his face. Heavy music played from a stereo but it was unknown if it was actually 3MB's. Matt Striker stood in astonishment.

Matt Striker: Okay, I have a question. How are you three able to do all of..this?

Heath Slater: What the HELL are you talking about, man?

Matt Striker: The fancy dressing room. The women.

Heath Slater: Do you know who we are?! We're 3MB, baby!

Heath began to shimmy and air guitar from an excessively long amount of time.

Drew McIntyre: We're creative genius'. We have platinum records. Jinder's family also comes from money. It opened a lot of doors for us to express ourselves.

A small smirk appeared on Jinder's face.

Matt Striker: Wait, weren't you in prison or something?

Drew McIntyre: I got better.

Heath Slater: What do you WANT, Matt Striker?! Don't you see you're screwin' up our entire vibe?!

Matt Striker: Well, I'm a bit confused. Are you three musician's or wrestlers?

Heath Slater: We're 3MB! We're both! We're gonna conquer music and the ring! Do you understand how much publicity we're gonna bring to this company?!

Drew McIntyre: We're probably Wes Ikeda's favorite band.

Heath Slater: We taught him how to play guitar!

Matt Strker: All that aside, this is your EBWF debut so let's discuss your match with Carlito. He's caused quite a stir in his short time since arriving.

Heath Slater: Do you know what this is? It's like Hoobastank trying to go up against The Rolling Stones! Carlito ain't gotta chance! I'm gonna beat him like a drum! A drum with a bad hair cut! You know what's cool? THREEEE EEEMMM BEEEEE! This is his last serenade!

Drew McItyre: We're extraordinary on the stage, in the studio and between the ropes. How many records has Carlito sold? Zee. Roe.

Drew began to strum the guitar a few times.

Drew McIntyre: Wait. I just thought of a riff. I want you all to hear it. But not with him here.

Everyone in the room slowly turned their heads towards Striker.

Jinder Mahal: Remove his presence from the room so that we might create.

Before Striker could react, a large security guard that resembled Ving Rhames took him by the shoulders and removed from the room. He stood with his arms folded in front of the door so that 3MB could create their next sensation to top the charts without interruption.

[Ashlee]

....thank you. lol