Lets Make It Official (O2 Bruiser)

[Jacob "Mutherfuggin" Cruise]

The scene opens up to Jacob Cruise, SCW World Champion, standing in the ring. The audience in attendance chanting his name. He is dressed formally, a gray suit with red tie and the title draped over his shoulder. The ring is also decked out formally. A red carpet has been laid across the canvas and a long narrow table rests center ring. On opposite sides of the table are two leather chairs. Cruise inspects the setup some before picking a Mic up off the table and raising it to his lips.

"Ladies and Gentleman....Your Gaaaaawd has arrived!"

The fans continue to shower their champion with admiration, Cruise just soaking it all in blissfully.

"Now, I apologize for being a no show last week...."

The fans admiration turns to slight boos and heckling at the mention of this.

"But trust me...I wasn't slacking off to do some commercial...Or out in Hollywood to cut an interview with some talk show host. No, unfortunately I was at home...well, my friend Cam's home....Recooperating from a mild rib injury I suffered at the hands of Adrian Taylor two weeks ago."

Cruise rubs his arm across his ribs, trying to gain the fans sympathy.

"And while I still wanted to be here last week even if I couldn't wrestle....Upper management agreed with my doctors to not allow it. They assumed...Like a bunch of asses...That I would attempt to get revenge on Taylor and exacerbate my injuries....Now, I don't know what exacerbate means....But it sounds dirty....And I don't think I would do that to my own wounds but whatever....The important thing is....The docs cleared me just today...And I am set for action!"

Mike Adams: Well, I'm glad our sorry excuse for a champion actually had the nerve to show tonight. A little injury and he sits on the sidelines collecting a paycheck, it makes me sick.

Sasha Grey: Didn't you hear though, he's still living with Cameron Kincaid, his longtime friend and tag partner. Apparently being champion isn't helping his financial state to much.

Mike Adams: Well, maybe if he spent less money on alcohol and more time training he would be better off all around.

Sasha Gray: And maybe if you spent more time shutting up Mike, we could continue to hear what Cruise has to say.

"But, tonight I'm not here to dwell on the past. I'm here to look to the future. A future that holds a big match between me and one Joe Bruiser next week at the pay-per-view. Now, as you see....I've asked for the ring to be specially decorated for this tremendous occasion...That occasion being, when Joe comes out here to man up, look me in the eye, and accept my challenge officially by signing his name down on some top notch, official, SCW paper."

Again, the fans roar out in approval.

"But, I don't want Joe to walk into this blind. I want him to know what he's getting himself into. You see, this match is going to take place in a steel cage. No escapes....Just my specialty submission...and his specialty...Knockouts. So, I thought hey...Why not liven things up a bit....With a two out of three falls match!"

Mike Adams: Is our champion drunk right now? Thats probably a rhetorical question...But seriously, how many times does he want to get knocked out by Bruiser?

Sasha Gray: Don't forget, Cruise is the....well, I'm not going to say his stupid little moniker, but he's damn good at submissions. I think he has just as good of a chance as any to excel in this environment.

"So come on down Joe! Your limelight is awaiting you. Make your way on down here and sign your life away!"

[Joe Bruiser]

The Empire's Theme hits over the arena and for some reason the fans go crazy...Lights go out and some red flashes across the arena. The trumpet that sounds very familiar to Star wars he he keeps playing over the arena. Then all of the sudden...a Rapper begins to rap and out comes Joe onto the stage wearing red n black sunglasses with a black muscle shirt that says EMPIRE in white letters with some red designs around it. His shorts r now red n black instead of sky red and sky blue. Joe stands on the stage just staring around the arena before making his way down the ramp. Once at the end of the ramp Joe climbs the ring steps and dances his way on into the ring while smiling. Cruise is standing behind his chair that is at the small card table in the middle of the ring. Joe walks up to his chair and pulls it out like he is going to sit down. But changes his mind and laughs and teases the fans and Cruise. Cruise is now saying something to Joe as well as pointing at him while Joe gets out of the ring and gets a mic.

[glow=blue,2,300]Now now Jacob, this isn't some CRUISE line where you get to have your drinks for free. Course, that is only because you paid...[/glow]

Joe climbs the steps and is standing on the apron.


[glow=blue,2,300]thousands of dollars to take the cruise to begin with.[/glow]

Joe gets into the ring and walks over to his side of the table.


[glow=blue,2,300]So Jacob, I know for a fact that you don't think that I am just going to sign this paper right now and then head on my merry way back to my hotel room to the sexy long legged sexy feet women that I have waiting for me back at my hotel room. Not to mention the amount of alcohol I have back there. [/glow]

Joe pauses as he stares through his sunglasses lenses at Jacob.


[glow=blue,2,300]Oh I bet old yeller just woke up and spit out his vomit from the late night drinking last night. [/glow]

Joe pauses.


[glow=blue,2,300]Mention of alcohol ALWAYS gets you excited don't it Jacob? Hell, it excites me to. The moment I see my bottle of Gentlemen Jack in my bag I get excited to. Now, before I sign such a contract for us to have our match. We need to discuss some things. First, me and you r going to have a match tonight. [/glow]

Fans go nuts.

[glow=blue,2,300]That's right Jacob, TONIGHT you and I r going to have a pre match to Fight Night. The winner of tonight's match,...will get to choose our match type at Fight Night. [/glow]

Fans scream Loud!

[glow=blue,2,300]Don't like it Jacob? Ha ha I really don't give a shit what you think. You see, me and you have never faced each other prior to the tournament a few weeks ago. But your reputation for being a hot head and drunk is well known. Hell, were you drunk while we fought? Thought i smelled Jack on you. Hmmmm maybe not hell I don't know. We had an opportunity back in Detroit to face each other. But we never did. Never spoke a word backstage, never looked each other in the eye. You say that is my fault? You say that I am not man enough to compete with a drunk? You say it was ME who would never look you in THE EYE JACOB?[/glow]

Joe leans down and grabs the table and tosses it out the ring and throws his sunglasses down and gets into the face of Jacob.

[glow=blue,2,300]Hows this for ya huh? [/glow]

Joe smiles.

[glow=blue,2,300]The hell with this contract the hell with this fight tonight lets just settle this right now for the title. [/glow]

Joe lowers the mic and walks over to the side of the ring and removes his shirt and is ready to fight. This is a very different Joe then in years past. Jacob has other ideas.

[Jacob "Mutherfuggin" Cruise]

"Or......"

Cruise has a smug look on his face as he begins to respond.

"You could pull Adrian's dick out of your ass....Pick up that chair you just knocked over, which by the way is worth more than you make in a year junior....and sit your sorry ass down while your superior...That being me....tells you how things are going to go down tonight."

The fans are indecisive tonight, as their cheers rotate back and fourth for Cruise and Bruiser.

"You come out here running your mouth....Damn well knowing management wont lets us face off tonight and spoil the pay-per-view. You get these fans hopes up just for the hell of it. I, I just don't get it Fro-mo. Are you really that stupid?"

Cruise walks over to the clipboard containing the contract. Luckily, it had landed within the ring.

"Are you stupid enough to believe anyone cares what you want? Or cares how you think things should go down? Because no one does. If you don't want to sign this contract, fine. There's somebody else back in that locker room ready and willing. I mean, damn, SCW must have atleast five male wrestlers by now, right? Of course, not counting our Versus champion seeing as how I haven't seen his ugly mug since I locked that submission move on him when he was my tag partner."

Cruise begins to pace around the ring a bit...

"So Mr. I do things my way....Tonight, things are going down like this. We will be in pick your poison matches. Meaning, I pick your opponent for tonight, you pick mine. If you don't like that, well then shut the fuck up because I didn't ask you...."

The fans continue to be a mixed bag of emotions. Some excited that both Joe and Jacob will be wrestling tonight, some disappointed that it wont be an early pay-per-view sneak peek with them facing each other.

"And at the Pay-Per-View....as I've already stated....Our match will be a two out of three falls match. I think considering its already in a cage and its MMA rules....I don't think we need to add much more. So, here it is. Either you accept and get your Nancy ass over here and sign this contract...Or you go to the end of the short line of other guys who want this belt and you wait for the Gaaaaawd of Submission himself to call upon you once more..."

Cruise extends the contract out to Bruiser.

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]You seem to of forgotten something cruise.[/glow]

Joe does not take the clipboard but turns around and begins to pace.

[glow=blue,2,300]You see, I am not very smart. Because a smart man would of just signed that contract and went on back to his lady friend and enjoy some alcohol. But Jacob, I refuse to do that. I am JOE "MOTHERFUGGIN" BRUISER BITCH! I AM THE MARVELOUS ONE. I AM A LEGEND in the Wrestling world. I Have ALMOST done it all. I don't listen to NOBODY,...NOBODY...I do things MY WAY. And...[/glow]

Joe stops pacing and gets close to the face of Cruise.

[glow=blue,2,300]It's MY WAY... OR THE HIGHWAY. And because it is my way we will not do your way.[/glow]

Mixture of cheers and boos from the fans.

[glow=blue,2,300]Why in Docs time travel world would I allow YOU Jacob, to set my destiny for me? Why? I make my own destiny. You think im stupid? The Empire is the way to go. WE WILL STRIKE AGAIN if your not careful. You don't think I know what your doing? Your planning on picking someone and have them just grab a chair and beat me senceless so I can't fight next sunday. You wanna just stay home and drink your Jack. Don't we all.[/glow]

Joe pauses.

[glow=blue,2,300]So here's how were going to do this. Best two of three matches and each match is different. Now I am a fair man Jacob. I pick one, you pick the other. the third if needed is going to be picked by me.[/glow]

Fans boo.

[glow=blue,2,300]Boo as you please but I don't...[/glow]

Music begins to play all of the sudden...

[Freddy Jackson]

[Fast forward to 0:11]

...That music happened to be "Big Things Poppin'" by rapper T.I., the theme song for the Sin City Wrestling General Manager, Freddy Jackson. He had a problem that he needed to resolve last week. It seems like he had another problem right here that needed his say. These damn employees think they can just do whatever the Hell they want to do. A General Manager's work is never done, it seems. Freddy Jackson comes walking around from behind the backstage curtain with a microphone already present in his hand. He pauses at the stage and signals for his music to be turned off. It didn't take long for them to cut his theme before he was left with the sounds of the fans in the Wildcard Arena. Freddy kept his eyes focused on the two men in the middle of the ring. What was supposed to be a simply contract signing was turning into a pain in the ass because of the man with the red afro. Freddy raised that microphone of his and began to speak...

"Ai yai yai... If there's one thing that really gets my goat, it's when people make somethin' that is incredibly easy into somethin' that is incredibly difficult. What was your name, afroed one? Joes Bruiser, was it? Well, I've got some bad news that probably won't sit well with you. You don't make the rules around here. I do. Anthrax is my show. Not yours. And I've come to put a stop to this nonsense."

The crowd cheers. They sure didn't like that Joe Bruiser was prolonging this contract signing. Ever since what he did to Kenji Katana and joining up with Adrian Taylor, the fans didn't much care for Joe Bruiser anymore. Freddy couldn't blame them. These Empire guys were so freaking full of themselves. It was utterly disgusting.

"Now, you Empire guys walk around here like you own the joint and think you can do any thing you want. You two want to kill each other? That is fine by me. However, it is not going to be happening anytime soon. I am putting a restraining order in effect as of right this second. I am forbidding any confrontation between you two until Fight Night. And what are the consequences, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you what the consequences are. If Jacob Cruise and Joe Bruiser harm even a single hair on either one of each other's heads... I will be forced to strip Jacob of his World Championship. And for you, Joe Bruiser, if you decide to break this restraining order... You can forget about getting a shot at the World Championship. You can forget about ever getting a shot at the World Championship. I will be forced to remove you from the arena and from the Hellhound roster indefinitely."

Another cheer comes from the fans. They certainly enjoyed hearing that Joe Bruiser could be fired for fighting Jacob Cruise before Fight Night. They hoped he would. It might be harsh, but when dealing with someone who is out of control, you've got to be harsh. He had to make sure that the main event was preserved for the pay per view.

"Now then... Jacob Cruise has been so kind as to draw up a contract for you to sign and makes my job much easier. I find the idea of letting you two pick your own poison for tonight to be an absolutely amazing idea. So... If you want to get anywhere near that title, Bruiser, I suggest you pick up the pen and sign the contract."

[Kenji Katana]

G5 sittin' on tha runway | Big ass chopper, call that bitch Beyonce
This for my dawgs locked down all day | Money, power, respect: 3 the hard way

Kenji stepped out, in a leather jacket and sunglasses and his wrestling trunks, to the usual boos from the crowd. It was getting old, but this time he chose to ignore them. Wasting no time getting into the ring, he slid in behind Cruise.

Now hold on just a minute boys. Now, Joe, ever since you came out here and helped that bitch of a friend 187, I've wanted to beat the living hell outta you. Beat you so hard, that there wont be 2 hits, oh nono, there would be 3, cuz you would hit the ground twice! And now, I see my oppourtunity. See, I seem to recall Cruise here mentioning you two having Pick your Poison matches here tonight. I think you two know where i'm going with this...

The crowd started to do a mix of booing and cheering, some hated Kenji more, some hated Bruiser more.

Cruise, I'm asking, no fuck that, DEMANDING That you let me face that piece of shit Joe Bruiser, right here, TONIGHT!

[Jacob "Mutherfuggin" Cruise]

"And I demand you shut the fuck up!"

Cruise releases a short sigh, shaking his head as he does so. He looks the crowd over for a moment, then returns his attention to Kenji.

"When will all you lower class talents realize...I am top dog. You demand nothing of me. I tell you how its going to go down. So why don't you scurry on to the back and get me a beer. And while your doing so, get ready for your match."

The fans seem a bit surprised...

"You see, I planned on picking you all along. Not that I like you...Or think your worth a damn...But at this point in time, I think your the person who can weaken Joe the most for me. So Kenji, yes you will be Joe's poison tonight. And as for you Joe..."

Cruise, with the contract still in hand, signs his name where it needs to be signed.

"You heard the boss man. If you want this shot, you better do as your told."

Cruise throws the contract down at Joes feet...