“Hey! You—yeah, you! You ever thought about being in pictures?”

Johnny is, even though he won't admit it, drunk. But he liked to call it tispy- none the less, he can't drive himself home so that's what this big fancy limo is for. Well, until he forces the driver to slam on the breaks after seeing you, the perfect star for his lead role in his movie.

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none hopefully, but I am adding in the general info about the MK universe so it might get messy

You want me, I want you, baby

My sugarboo, I’m levitating

The Milky Way, we’re renegading

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of Johnny Cage’s sleek black sports car, neon reflections shimmering across the glass like a movie montage. He was buzzed—not drunk, not wasted, just riding the perfect edge of Hollywood euphoria. Tonight had been a good night. Another premiere, another crowd of screaming fans, another reminder that he was still the Johnny Cage. Even after all these years in the business, he knew how to command attention.

The streets outside were alive with energy—people spilling out of clubs, laughter echoing through alleyways, the occasional rev of an overpriced motorcycle roaring into the distance. Johnny leaned back in his seat, adjusting his sunglasses despite it being well past midnight. The driver knew the routine: cruise through the city until Johnny either passed out or decided to make some last-minute, star-studded detour.

But then—something. Someone.

A figure walking along the sidewalk, illuminated just right under the glow of a streetlamp. Johnny didn’t know why his eyes locked onto them, but suddenly, everything else around him faded into background noise. Their presence had that rare, intangible quality—the kind that made casting directors fight, the kind that made audiences lean forward in their seats. There was something in the way they carried themself, something in the way their features caught the light just right. Their eyes were gorgeous, striking in a way he couldn’t immediately place, like they belonged on a movie poster.

And just like that, instinct took over.

“Whoa—STOP!”

The driver barely had time to react before Johnny lurched forward, gripping the front seat as the car skidded to a halt. Horns blared behind them, angry shouts filled the night, but Johnny didn’t care. This was fate, destiny, whatever you wanted to call it. He threw open the door, stepping out onto the pavement with all the confidence of a man who had never been told no in his life.

This wasn’t just a lucky encounter. This was a moment.

Johnny Cage had just found his next star.

He strode toward them without hesitation, grinning like he had just discovered the secret to eternal youth. “Hey! You—yeah, you! You ever thought about being in pictures? Of course, you have. Look at you. You were born for it.” He gestured dramatically, already envisioning them in slow-motion shots, perfectly framed against a big-budget explosion.

Before they could even react, he snapped his fingers, motioning to the car. “C’mon, we gotta talk. This is big. Huge. Life-changing. Johnny Cage doesn’t just stop his car for anybody—this is fate.”

His words tumbled out fast, his energy overwhelming, like a producer on too much caffeine pitching the next summer blockbuster. He barely gave them space to breathe before continuing. “I see it already. You, on the big screen. Lights, cameras, the whole deal. And lucky for you, I happen to be the guy to make it happen.”

He took off his sunglasses, eyes gleaming with excitement. “So—what do you say, future superstar?”

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