AiE - The Rise of El Grande Excelsior

>You look at your creation gleefully.
>Hundreds of hours of hard work, all culminating in the creation of this!
>Equestria's first Magic-powered Motorbike!
>And, naturally, the only reasonable thing to do with it, is jump a fuckton things with it.
>Oh sure, Twilight protested, I mean, why wouldn't she? She put in just as much work as you did, hours of enchantment and
conjuring, but in the end, she doesn't understand the nature of just what Motorcycle's were created for.
>You run your hand over the smooth chrome, feeling the coldness of the metal, and the eerie warmness of the magic running through
it's engine, keeping it strangely warm to the touch.
>Outside these curtains, is gathered all of Ponyville, waiting to see the fruits of your labor.
>"I suppose you won't listen to reason, Anon?"
Don't be silly, Twilight! This sort of thing is nothing to a handsome daredevil like myself!
>You grin wildly, and put your helmet on.
Besides, our audience would be disappointed if they didn't get what they came for! You don't want to disappoint the Princess now, do you Twilight?
>The look on her face tells you that one hit right in the feels.
>"Ugh, fine, whatever!"
>She stomps off to go start the show.
>Mentally, you run through your routine.
>Drive through the curtains, introduce yourself, pull a sick jump, and.. all the pony poon you could want. Fantastic-
>*EEECCCKKK* sounds the piercing wail of a microphone buzzing to life.
>Ah, no time to muse about all the pussy you'll be pulling, looks like the shows about to start!
>"All the way from Earth, it's A-"
>You clear your throat angrily.
>"Sorry, EL GRANDE EXCELSIOR!!!"
>You burst through the curtains, pulling your bike to stop.
>The stage lights reflect gloriously off your sequined jumpsuit, made by Rarity, naturally.
>You grin wide, taking in the view of thousands of ponies, roaring with excitement, and grab the microphone.
ARE YOU READY?
>The cheering intensifies.
I SAID, ARE YOU READY?!
>The cheering reaches maximum volume, and you kick the bike into gear, the metal monster roaring like some giant beast from hell as you scream down the ramp towards your goal.
>Fifteen apple carts, all fully loaded, just ripe for the jumping.
>Time slows down as you look at the crowds of adoring fans.
>You hit the ramp and soar through the air, suspended there as if frozen.
Radical.
>BOOM. You clear the carts and the crowd goes fucking wild as you land on the other side and throw your helmet off and your arms in the air.
>Microphone back in hand, you address the baying crowds.
Mares and Gentlecolts, you have just witnessed the first Equestrian Motorcycle jump ever! I am Anon, El Grande Excelsior, and goodnight!
>Mic drop.

...

>Offstage, you chug a bottle of water and run a towel over your face.
>Tonight was the most exhilarating night of your life, the spotlight solely on you and the crowds screaming your name.
>You grin. Tonight was only the beginning.
>You're gonna' light this town up soon.