On To A New Chapter(o2a)(Spoilz)

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Divide plays over the PA as Manor walks out onto the stage. Posing a bit for the crowd as they cheer he makes his way down the ramp. He shakes the hands of a couple fans before making his way into the ring and grabbing a mic.

Hell of a PPV we had. PRIDE Champion crowned, new World Champion. I got my head caved in. Good fun all around. Sure we had a VERSUS match that was only half entertaining in a sick and twisted mind fuck sort of way, but hey, can't be perfect. Manor scratches his chin as he gets a decent pop.

I'm sure people who read my blog know I've been taking shots at a couple people lately. Some would call them uncalled for. After all, what did Adrian and rapper boy do to me? Truth be told, nothing. For those that don't know me, I just like screwing with people. Manor places his free hand on his chest. It's kinda my thing that I continue to do despite claims of how I ripped other people off. I mean we all know how I'm uncreative. Stealing everything, from the way I talk to the way I dress from those I see.

I even go so far as to time travel so it doesn't look like I'm stealing another person's ideas. But really I am nothing but a no good thief. Saw Remmy's daughter too. Quite cute considering her father. Sort of expected some sort of alcohol birth problem or something, but damn I was wrong.

Manor paces a bit. Anyways, those who haven't figured it out. I'm gonna call rapper boy, DMX to come out to this ring. Maybe do something with that title. Maybe do something for the good of the company and give it to someone who's actually gonna show up, because unlike him, they actually want to be here. Manor stops a moment posing as he gets another little pop. Course I'm not expecting him to actually show up, which means I'm gonna keep running my mouth about him. I mean that's all a no talent overrated sack of crap who's legacy is a gift from those better than him can do. Hide behind my blogs and what not talking trash about him behind his back.

Manor holds up his hand cutting the crowd off. Since, I'm not expecting our VERSUS champion to actually show up and make the title worth something, I'm gonna add something. Anyone who wants to get involve, I'm not asking you to come out here. I'm encouraging it. Lets set up a multiman match, so if I win, it's only because I got lucky and cherry picked the win. Manor lowers the mic to see if anyone comes out.

[Adrian Taylor]

~...And what Scott Manor was going to receive was... Not exactly the man that he might have been hoping to come out. There was a brief moment of silence. Leave the people to speculate as to who was going to come out. Let them anticipate it. And then, boom goes the dynamite. "Lose My Mind" by Young Buck came blasting through the PA system. Instantly, all eyes from the crowd were focused on the stage. It had been a long time coming. Adrian came stepping out from behind the backstage curtain. Phase one of the Empire's plan had already been completed. Joe Bruiser was now the SCW World Champion. Phase two? Collect the VERSUS championship. And collect the head of one brother from another mother slash his other personality... That was more of a personal goal of his than an Empire goal. This man had been running his mouth for a little too long with zero repercussions. And the one thing Adrian will not do, is sit back and let some rip off artist with a God complex throw dirt on his name. Fuck that. DMX? He was just an innocent casualty in his way in accomplishing his goals. And so was this psychotic clown freak of nature thing that also decided to get involved. He quickly walked his way down the ramp, headed up the steel steps, and into the ring he went. Not wasting any time. He signaled for a ringside staff member to bring him a microphone before he knocked their block off. And that poor staff member ran as fast as he could to grab Adrian what he wanted. He snatched the microphone up and back pedaled into the center of the ring. He began to signal across his neck to have his music cut. He raised his microphone up and demanded...~

"Cut the music! Cut the music!"

~...And so they did. Leaving the three men with the sound of the audience... Another lingering silence as the fans must have been wondering what Adrian had been thinking during all of Manor's taunting... Perhaps, he was going to have to remind Manor of who he was...~

"Alright. I've heard about enough that I want to hear out of you. Scott Manor... You've been running your mouth for weeks now and I've been fighting back the urge to rip you a new one. First, you spread rumors about who I am or am not sleeping with. Airing out my dirty laundry and putting my business out there. You make the claim that we've got some kind of blood connection between us. And if that wasn't confusing enough, you've even gone so far as to subtly hint that we are the same person. And for what? Because you like screwing with people? Are you serious? Are you kidding me?"

~Adrian whipped around and looked at Shiggles. He didn't know if he was going to butt in or try to make his presence known again, but he just gave the clown a death stare and pointed at him.~

"You keep your mouth shut and stay in your lane. This does not concern you."

~Adrian looked back at Manor and continued...~

"All the fun and games are over. You want someone to fight? You've picked the meanest dog in the yard to screw with, and I'm not talking about our no-show VERSUS champion. If you wanted a real challenge... If you wanted some real competition... All you had to do was ask."

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Manor smirks at Adrian's entrance. Bingo, slam dunk, whole nine yards. He lets Adrian finish before raising his mic. I could do one better than all that. Manor pauses as he pouts his lips a bit. I could say I boned Lilith. I mean she did ask me to hurt you after all. Course you could end up being some kind of manwhore which would ruin the whole point of saying that. Manor scrunches up his face like he's confused.

It's surprising really. The way people talk about you, you'd think you were eight feet tall, shooting laser beams out of your arm pits. A force of nature, utterly unpredictable or some shit like that. Manor folds his arms, but positions the mic so he can still talk into it. And what the hell is up with your eye? Why not just get a patch to cover it? Then you wouldn't have to worry about it falling out during a match.

Manor shakes his head looking towards Shiggles. As much as I think you're fucked up even by my standards. And I mean to the point, I just want to stare confused and going what the fuck. Anyways, as fucked up as you are, I think I can do a match involving you and retain at least some sanity. A glance back at Adrian. By the way, if you're pissed off now, I can do so much worse and probably will for kicks. Gotta hide the fact that I'm a washed up has-been after all.

[theguy]

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The opening to "Crashing around you" plays as the champion makes his way out, and to the ring. He dragged the title on the ground behind him, because that's how much he cared about it. He was straighfaced, non chalant, and looked to be going through the motions as he reaches the ring, snatches a mic, and climbs up and into the ring to respond.
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You want this title so bad, take it, I don't care for it, never have, probably never will. It represents a company that fails to go out and sign the best talent in the world. Instead, it relies on the "good ol boys". Friends of friends, and beer buddies. Where are the big names? Where are the guys I'm supposed to compete against, and actually break a sweat? And as for taking shots at me like a little bitch for not cutting stupid promos to get over? I don't need to get over. I don't need to talk on camera and sell myself. I'm over, I'm established, and I'm above playing your little games for fun. So take the title, put it around your waist, and parade around like the big shot you feel you are. Wait, no, you don't think your a big shot, you believe it deep down, whether you say it out loud, or not. Hiding behind a webpage, talking about me, go cry on the roof like the little emo boy you are.

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He takes the belt and drops it on the mat between them
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If the boss wants to fire me for that, she can, I don't care. If she's not, good for her. Now, if you boys want to "have a match" and the winner takes that belt, have at it. I don't care about titles, your personal issues, or how you got to be where we're at right now. I came back to this business to prove something I realize I don't have to prove anymore. That is I still got it, and as you could see by the way I toyed with the clown for 20 minutes, I got it. As for seperating the thoughs and comparisons to my wrestling name, and that crack head born again christian rapper, DMX, fuck it. I'll change my name, even though I've gone by the name since the mid nineties. So, from now on, my name is the very name I sign on the dotted line every day. Kade Kronin!

No fake names, no gimmicks, just straight up me. Not to prove a point, or to sell shirts, or increase buy rates. Because I'm under contract, and I fight who I'm told, when I'm told. I don't go back on my word, and I gave my word I'd fight.
So let's fight.



(OOC: Sorry for not posting more often, you know having a life, 2 kids, a wrestling career and putting the finishing more needed touches elsewhere, I'd post more. No need to bring ooc stuff into your character. Shows a lack of ideas, and conscience. You got a problem with me, deal with it, don't drag it out where it don't belong)

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Manor only smirks as yet again he got what he wanted. Though it was more of a reaction than he expected, it was one regardless. Where are the people to test you? Uhm correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe I have a victory over you. Or was that just a fluke? I know people like you who talk about how they have nothing to prove like to call their losses flukes and such. Has to be a fluke, I mean Kenji whooped my ass good. The crowd boos a bit at that, before Manor continues.

You talk about how you don't care, yet here you stand talking about good ol' boys. Being annoyed by my pathetic attempts for attention. Oh you care. You care, just like as you pointed out, I think I'm better than others say I am. You care what others say about you. Or you wouldn't be out here. Manor lowers the mic with a smirk.