The Phantom Menace(O2Adrian then everyone)

[Joe Bruiser]

The Lights go out, a replay of last nights World Title Match plays and shows the loser and the winner. Joe Bruiser and Adrian Taylor stand together as one. Still hard to believe that such things can happen but only in the world of wrestling will they. Joe is the new SCW World Champion. Free BWWUUZZAA for everybody? Not anymore, that side of the fro is long gone. The new side is much more darker, meaner, leaner, and overall asshole. The days of Joe being the last of a generation r still there. Only in some peoples mind. Joe has fallen to the dark side. The last to do so, no more doing what he does for the fans. No more autographs, no more photos, no more appearances unless it benefits him in some way shape or form. This new Joe is now World Champion just like the old Joe.Just a different kind of champion then before. The arena stays dark as the Empires Theme begins to play with alot of black n red lights flickering all around the place. Fans booing all over, there champion in person and is Joe Bruiser. There hearts...it use to be Joe Bruiser to...not anymore. Jacob Cruise now has that part of the people. The Star Wars music ends and rapping begins and that is when Adrian walks out onto the stage slowly but surely. Smiling from ear to ear and then stops and throws his arms up in the air before turning to his side and leaning over and (Scott Hall) pointing to the entrance stage where Joe Bruiser then walks out slowly but surely. Joe holds the World Title high up above his head and points at it while smiling from ear to ear. A fan somehow jumps over the barricade and runs up the ramp towords Joe and Adrian but is pulled off when he is about 8 or so feet from Joe or Adrian. Both men share a laugh and laugh at the what ends up being a 14 year old boy's misfortune. Both men now make there way down the ramp slowly but surely. Joe climbs up the ramp and holds the ropes for Adrian to get into the ring. Joe then follows after. Arena still dark flickering with Red n Black strobe lights as sparks go off out of the turnbuckles as u see both men posing with Adrian's arms up in the air and Joe holding the title belt over his head. The lights come back on and both men pretend like the light hurts there eyes before sharing a laugh. Both are wearing sunglasses of course. Both men are given mics and Joe speaks first... or attempts to but the boos for this once prominent gentlemen are as loud as ever.

[glow=blue,2,300]I think that you all should chill out just a little.[/glow]

Fans boo heavily.

I mean REALLY cause if some kid can jump the barricade and come running up at us then I think yall need to chill out. Plus a damn hurricane hits and EVERYBODY freaks out like the world is gonna end. HELLO this isn't 2012, nor is it December. Grow up, RELAX, being from Miami we deal with hurricanes on an every day basis. But yeah back to the Security...

Fans boo.

[glow=blue,2,300]Not just that but if Security for SCW is this poor then I guess we'll just have to do something about that right?[/glow]

Fans boo again.

[glow=blue,2,300]Security? YOUR FIRED. Pyrotechnics? YOUR FIRED TO. Cooks in the back? FUCK YOU YOUR FIRED. Commentators? YOUR...well...your on parole so to say. And well...this was definitely Adrian's idea as he knows what its like to be on parole ha ha.[/glow]

Both men laugh as Joe continues to speak.

[glow=blue,2,300]But if you decide to knock us in any way shape or form or even much less use hate and Empire in the same sentence...YOUR FIRED.[/glow]

Fans boo and you hear the chant of WHAT getting started.

[glow=blue,2,300]Now I know that you are all saying well this is a load of Bologna, horse doo doo, crap, Reagan scum, SHIT. Yes, that was the words that all mean the same thing for every age in here. But the fact is... that is not the case. This is real people. The Empire is taking over. We have hefty paychecks, we have sources, we have friends in low and high and middle and all places around this earth. [/glow]

Fans boo.

[glow=blue,2,300]What you still don't believe me? Look at this...[/glow]

Joe looks at Adrian.

[glow=blue,2,300]Adrian they still don't believe me. I guess the Lies of the Beautiful People is true.[/glow]

Joe turns back to face the fans.

[glow=blue,2,300]I mean we are both two sexy individuals. We are beautiful. Life is Beautiful, because at Sixx AM tomorrow morning while we will be dreaming of Girls, Girls, Girls and getting our Heart kick started,You will read on front page news that The Empire has taken over the SCW. [/glow]

Fans boo heavily.

[glow=blue,2,300]Soon this company will be owned by Me and Adrian. It will be called EPW, EMPIRE PRO WRESTLING. And you talent that is under contract right now be warned that with thin the next few days you will either be kept or released depending on your use or if we like you or not. Starting with JACOB CRUISE and KENJI.[/glow]

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

[glow=blue,2,300]Oh and you already know that THE FRO BABY IS THE NEW AND FIRST EPW WORLD CHAMPION. ONE TITLE DOWN, THREE MORE TO GO.[/glow]

Fans boo.

[glow=blue,2,300]So I guess you are wondering why this trash can is in the ring. Well,...[/glow]

Joe then dumps the SCW World Title Belt into the trash can.

[glow=blue,2,300]Getting ready of the trash. That's all! GUARDS!!!!!!![/glow]

Guards all of the sudden come walking out onto the stage and down the ramp. Once at the ring they get into the ring and hand Joe what appears to be a new World Title belt?

[glow=blue,2,300]Feast your eyes upon the NEW EPW WORLD TITLE BELT AND YOUR CHAMPION THE MARVELOUS JOE BRUISER!!!!!![/glow]

Fans boo heavily as Joe throws the title up over his head and hands the mic over to Adrian who then speaks.

[Adrian Taylor]

~Adrian just soaked in all of the hate that was pouring from the crowd tonight. Completely typical of these idiot fans. They didn't know how close to the end they were at this point. The Empire practically owned this company. They proved that at Fight Night. They are a force to be reckoned with and they will do whatever is necessary in order to ensure they win. That pathetic drunk of a former World Champion, Jacob Cruise, must've thought he was wearing his beer goggles when he came out. How naive. All he needed to do was wear a fake wig and wear Joe's clothes, they couldn't even tell the difference. Adrian simply look a short glance at the championship belt that Joe was proudly displaying, before turning his attention back to the masses. He simply raised the microphone up and began to piece...~

"What you see before you is the best in this industry. No. What you see in this ring is the best damn wrestlers to have ever graced God's green Earth. The rest of the so-called talent in the locker room back there? They're sitting on borrowed time. The only reason that they're even still allowed to be in this company is because we have decided to let them stay here. We've been kind enough to allow everyone in the locker room to keep their jobs and continue their meager little existence out of the kindness of our hearts. And you've got the nerve to boo us? When we're allowing them to provide you with the mediocre entertainment to warm you up until the main event arrives?"

~The fans continue to boo Adrian and Joe. A smirk began to creep across his face. They were so fickle and undeserving of the greatness presented before them.~

"What you fail to realize is that the Empire owns this company. The Empire owns Sin City Wrestling. We've ran the show since we first stepped foot into this company. We're allowing the one everyone else calls boss to keep her office, just out of the kindness of our hearts. We've allowed the rest of our competition to keep their jobs because we need someone to kick around for shits and giggles. We've taken your former World Champion, your so-called GAWD, and we knocked him off of that pedestal that he put himself on top of."

~Adrian pointed out to the crowd as he paused for a moment. Then he continued...~

"Jacob Cruise was only the beginning. We've begun with your World Champion. And we'll work our way down the rest of the ones you've so wrongly crowned as your champions. We've already taken the top of the mountain down. The rest of you are going to be easy pickings. You might as well just roll over and die right now because you stand no chance in Hell against us. The longer you decide to hold out, the longer you keep a target on your back. And we'll just have to take your championships by force."

[Jacob "Mutherfuggin" Cruise]

The guards begin to escort the trash can containing the SCW world title out of the ring. Their destination, a large dumpster behind the back of the arena. They intended to give the title a proper burial, in a sea of garbage. However, someone else had other plans.

The men continue up the ramp and disappear behind the backstage curtain. Just as they do so, the loudspeaker booms to life echoing an oh so familiar voice.

"Howdy fellas!"

As those words echo, the titantron kicks to life. The image displayed on it is that of the backstage area. We slowly see the security men coming into frame. Out of nowhere, Jacob Cruise appears from behind a corner. In a quick motion, he kicks the first guard square in the chin. Sending him to the ground. A second kick connects with another guards groin, bringing the man to his knees. Then, the final guard carrying the trash can receives a few quick blows to the face, and a good old fashion stomping as he hits the ground.

"Wow fellas....Seems your security is a bit incapacitated at the moment. I hope no issues arise while their down. Who oh who would be able to handle said situations?"

Cruise reaches down into the trash can and removes the SCW World title. He dusts it off a bit then proudly drapes it over his shoulder. Now looking dead into the camera that he knew was broadcasting over the screen....

"You see Joe...This title....This championship here...Is still rightfully mine. The contract we signed for our match dicates...Heh, I said dick-tates....That in order for you to obtain this gold, you must beat me two out of three falls. Well, looking back at the evidence....Its clear you only beat me once....Your fellow jackass there holds the other pinfall...And therefore....I still hold this coveted trophy!"

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]You see Cruise, we own you now. So what we say goes. Whatever happened before is in the past. It don't MATTER. FROpeesh? Do you want to be fired? Cause if you do we can make that happen. No problamo...[/glow]

Joe pauses.

[glow=blue,2,300]And no BTW that was SCW Security we haven't hired our own yet but trust me they will be better then the jokesters that SCW had. But I think we got our point out so Nice talking to you Cruise as it may be the last time we do talk to to you ha ha. The EPW World Champion has other arrangements he needs to go take care of as well as Empire stuff. SO Long Cruise...[/glow]

Before Joe could lay the mic down he gets interupted...

[Zhafaria Rouge]

"Welcome to the Family" plays as the crowd cheers and Zhafaria walks out, hoping to finally inject some sense into this situation. She stood at the top of the stage looking down into the ring at Bruiser with a serious face.

First the VERSUS title situation, now this? Boys, I'm gonna clear this situation up right now. First off, Bruiser, what you did? You had no right to do. You're lucky I don't fire you right now. But no, If I did that, that wouldn't be good for business would it? You wanna know what would be good for business?

You, Mr. Bruiser, facing Jacob Cruise, in one more match. At the next Pay Per View, "Scars and Stripes." Live in front of a crowd filled with army ranger in Fort Benning, GA. If will be you two, in a match for the SCW World Championship. The title will be held high above the ring. The only way to get it? With a ladder... and tables.... hell, even chairs...

The crowd bursts into cheers as Zhafaria still stares at Joe with a serious face, and Adrian mutters something to him.

Oh, and Mr. Taylor? You wont be there. No no no, because I'm inserting a special stipulation into this match. If you, no in fact, if ANYONE gets involved in this match? You will be fired, IMMEDIATELY

Good day fellas.

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Her theme plays again as she heads to the back, letting the three men discuss this blockbuster match. [/center]