Back From Parts Unknown(Invite)

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

The camera fades in from commercial on a ring decorated for a celebration. Balloons on the turnbuckle posts. A red carpet laid over the ring with a design similar to Manor's face paint in the middle. Over the design is a table covered with various types of junk food. Several large pizzas, a bowl of jolly ranchers, and of course an assortment of chips and dip line the table. Around the table sits several, obviously cheap, lawn chairs.

As the crowd wonders what this is about, "Divide" plays over the arena speakers and the crowd begins to cheer. From backstage, Manor walks out on stage as multiple fans stop cheering not quite sure what to make of Manor's attire. Wearing his usual blue jeans, he's also wearing an Empire t-shirt a black cape, and a Darth Vader mask as he lifts the VERSUS Title into the air letting the crowd begin to cheer him again. Making his way down to the ring, he slaps hands with a few of the people at ringside, before sliding into the ring. Once in the ring he asks for a mic and lifts it about where his mouth would be and speaks in a Darth Vader sounding voice.

They doubted me. Said either Kronin or Adrian would annihilate me. Said my weak jokes would keep me from ever holding a title here. And yet here I stand, a loyal servant of the TRUE Empire, holding the VERSUS Title. I have made Emperor Palpatine proud. He poses with the title again letting the crowd cheer him on before continuing.

Joe Bruiser stole music associated with my life story. Together with Adrian they tried to trick you into believing they were part of the TRUE Empire. But with my asthma of doom, I struck down Adrian. And in celebration we shall feast on true food. Unlike most people who line their tables with expensive food they've probably never so much as sampled or ever will, I line mine with real food. Food that my fellow followers of the Emperor shall consume with great eagerness.

Manor calls for something to be brought from backstage, and two people come out carrying something on a stand. They set it ringside and pull the cover off revealing a cartoon version of Joe Bruiser's and Adrian's heads in the center of a bullseye. And when we can consume no more, we shall enjoy a game of pin the ass on the fake Empire. The crowd cheers even though more than half of what Manor said was weak or made no sense. Despite wearing an Empire shirt, he clearly was not with them as he posed with the title again, before being interrupted.

[Adrian Taylor]

~...And cue the theme music of one Adrian Taylor. The fans heads turned to face the stage with the presence of the leader of the Empire. He pushed his way pass the curtain while he came walking out onto the stage with microphone already in hand. Instantly, he was met with the negative reaction of boos from the fans. Adrian didn't care though. He wasn't out here for them. No. His main focus tonight was to get his hands on the new VERSUS Champion. He spent the last week recovering from that fatal four-way from the week before. His shoulder and back got messed up by Manor when he had slammed him not once, but twice onto that steel chair. And he was the one who happened to have been pinned for Manor to win that title. Was Adrian a happy camper? Hell no. He was livid and his aim was to make Manor pay dearly for what he's done. It wasn't even the fact that he lost the match that really irked him. It was the fact that he was still pissed off about what Manor had been saying about him the previous months. That bastard clown and the former VERSUS champion simply had gotten in the way of his vengeance. Distractions, Adrian fucking hated them. He was going to have none of that tonight. He continued his way down the ramp toward the ring.

He headed around to the steel steps, walked up them onto the apron, and climbed in through the ropes. Passing by the tables, lawn chairs, and other annoyances that had been in his way. He motioned with his free hand for his music to be cut. And so, the two men were left with the sound of the crowd. Adrian stood there in the middle of this atrocity of a celebration, his eyes fixated on Manor with the utmost hatred in his heart. He shook his head slightly and proceeded to raise his microphone to speak...~

"Enough! Enough of this blasphemy! You think you're really funny, don't you? You come out here with this ridiculous display and continue to make a mockery of me and the Empire. Throwing a big celebration because you once again have conquered the unthinkable. People were honestly believe that Kade Kronin was never going to lose that title. You've once again come out and proved them wrong. However, you keep making this one fatal mistake since you've stepped into this company and that's you continue to poke a wild animal that you've been told countless times to leave alone. You keep making your jokes about. Does this amuse you? Do you really get your rocks off doing things like this?"

~Adrian paused. The fans cheered for Manor, much to Adrian's dismay. Then he continued...~

"It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. You remember that old saying, don't you? The fun stops once someone gets hurt and starts crying off to momma because things got ugly. And I foresee in your very near future, Scott, a very grim and ugly future. You see... If I have to go back there in that locker room and cripple the clown... If I have to go back there and extinguish the flame of the Darkest Man Alive... If I've got to hospitalize any other nuisances who dare get in the way of what I've got planned here tonight... I will gladly do so. And I won't stop until they need to carry me out of this arena in cuffs because I refuse... FLAT OUT REFUSE... to allow anyone else to get in my way here tonight. No more distractions. No more annoyances. No more nuisances. We are going to settle this little dispute here tonight. You can continue to sit there with that stupid little smile I'm sure you have underneath that mask, but before the night is out.... You are going to rue the day you dared to utter the name Adrian Taylor..."

~The fans started to boo Adrian once he lowered the microphone. Waiting for whatever response was going to come from Scott Manor...~

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Was Manor smirking? You're daaaaaaaaaaaaamn right he was as he raised the mic where his mouth would be. Adrian, you know as well as me, that when someone gets hurt and cries for momma is the best part. It's just not a party in this business unless someone goes through the table for these type of celebrations. So bear with me a sec...

Manor's voice trails off at the end as he adjusts the food table in front of one of the turnbuckles. With the crowd cheering him on, he scales the turnbuckle all the while smirking under his mask. He motions for Adrian to go where he's perched, but quickly waves his hands as if saying, "whatever". He gives a wave to the crowd, before leaping off the turnbuckle and crashing through the cheap table belly flop style. The conditioned crowd cheer for him out of habit and genuine enjoyment.

He cautiously picks himself up off the ground to avoid any of the big table shards from lacing him open and grabs his nearby mic. I really don't have to say anymore do I? Manor peels the Empire shirt off, managing somehow to keep the mask on before tossing the shirt at Adrian's feet. Since we're like brothers, I figured you wouldn't mind if I borrowed one of your shirts to keep myself from becoming a mess. Manor wipes some traces of the food off his face as he smirks under his mask, knowing he's just making shit up to piss Adrian off.

[Adrian Taylor]

"What the fu...?"

~...He mouthed after watching what Scott Manor had just done. That was the first thought to come to his mind. Seriously? This guy just put himself through a table? Was this fool nuts? Or was he just plain stupid? Adrian figured it must be a little from column A and a little from column B. One would have to be a little stupid and crazy to dare take on Adrian. He figured that's why no one else in this damn company wanted to fight him. Manor might think he wants a fight with Adrian, but he had no clue the kind of Hell that he was going to endure. The rage that was building up in Adrian was only further starting to boil over with mention of Manor saying that he and Adrian share the same bloodline. 'Like brothers.' Seriously... Considering himself to be like a brother to Adrian? Oh. Manor was well on his way to be slain like Dragon Boy. He was going to make damn sure that he bled this bastard dry in the middle of the ring and leave him for the vulture to pick his bones clean. He raised his microphone up to respond...~

"I honestly don't know what's worse... The fact that you're willing to put yourself in harms way by foolishly provoking me to choke the life out of you. Or the fact that you've go so few brain cells to do bodily harm to yourself. I mean, seriously... Are you slow, simple, or just plain stupid? Which one is it? There's got to be one logical answer for why you would want to commit suicide here tonight. And I'm not talking about your career."

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Manor shrugs and raises his mic. Maybe I have a reason, maybe I don't. Don't really know or care. But you obviously care, so maybe you could tell me why, sugar. The crowd's jaw drops for a second unsure if they heard Manor right, but quickly brush it off as typical Manor. But you had a reason to come out here, so what exactly is it that you want? Manor lowers his mic knowing what Adrian wants, but feels like being difficult.

[Adrian Taylor]

"Hmm... What do I want...? That's a tough question..."

~Adrian took a moment to think. His gaze rising to the ceiling of the Wildcard arena. What is it that Adrian Taylor wants? He certainly wondered what happened to Lilith Creighton. It's been weeks since he's seen that woman. Maybe he had scared her off. Maybe she was plotting his downfall. Adrian would also like to see any and all enemies of his to be resting six feet under the dirt. However, that's what some would call a personal problem of his. Gah. Let's just start with one step at a time. His gaze returned to Scott in that stupid Darth Vader Mask. And he shrugged his shoulders before responding...~

"Happiness? Nah. That's too cheesy. An end to world hunger? Nah. I'm not going to win any Miss America contest with an answer like that. To see one Scott Manor battered and bloodied in the middle of this ring right here tonight? Close. Very warm. Perhaps... I just want to wipe that stupid grin off of that face of yours... Perhaps... I want to put an end to all the fun and games that we've come to know and love you for. Perhaps... It's time for the King of Fools to be put to rest..."

~That sinister grin of his crept across his face. The dark shadow snickered in the recesses of his mind. His blood lust growing with the thoughts of physically punishing this man tonight. Thoughts of beating him so bad that he'll need his mouth wired shut and his meals needing to be sucked through a straw. Pure, raw, unleashed, violent rage. That's what was growing inside of Adrian Taylor. The more Scott Manor spoke, the more he could feel the icy breath of Death circling around them. Adrian continued...~

"Since you refuse to give me a straight answer as to why it is you decided to pick a fight with SCW's resident homicidal psychopath... I guess it'll be up to me to crack that skull of yours open and pick your brain to learn the truth. So, what do you say, Scott? Care to face me, one on one, no distractions, in this ring tonight? See if we can't come to an understanding... Or rather... You'll be under and I'll be standing."

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Manor puts his free hand up. On one side, we have the most unoriginal annoying washed up has-been, Scott Manor. Manor moves his hand in front of his chest to the other side. And on the other. We have wrestlings very own Vanilla. The only man who's mother has beaten me in a pie eating contest. My other half, the one and only, Adrian something something...something. The crowd pops as Manor pauses.

I have to say though, that I'm impressed. We've been out here for how long with me pissing you off, and you still haven't smacked this ridiculous helmet off my head. Would be funny if there was a speaker in the mouth area so it sounded like I was under the helmet, but really someone else was.

Manor looks over his right shoulder and nods his head. Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me. Manor looks at Adrian. As for your challenge. My buddy here wants to face you instead. Calls himself Knox. Says he boned Lilith and wants to fight you for her honor or some shit. Manor lowers the mic. Of course he accepted Adrian's challenge, he just felt being an ass still. He had an image to keep afterall.

[Adrian Taylor]

~Adrian cocked an eyebrow up at Manor's response. Knox? How did Scott Manor know about Knox? No one was supposed to know about the roommates living inside of his cranium. Then, that smirk of his returned to his face. How could he forget? He remembered that one of his roommates had gotten out of their cages a couple of years ago. Atlanta. How could he forget Atlanta? Of course. The memories were very vague and fuzzy. Afterall, he wasn't there. He was physically, but mentally... That's another story. He simply shook his head. Playing off his shock. He remembered the world simply understood the name of Mickey Knox being an alias he went under incognito as. He figured there was nothing to be worried about. Then he raised his microphone and said...~

"Oh? Does he? And why? Because the Great Scott Manor... The Maniac... Is afraid of facing? Is there something you should be worried about? I mean, I know I have that kind of effect on people. You know... They duck challenges. They hide. They invite others to get involved in our little disagreement because they can't handle facing me on their own. And I can see that the fear has caused you to grow delusional... So, let me make this simple so someone even as hard of comprehension can understand it..."

~Adrian pointed at himself and said...~

"I.... Adrian Taylor... Me..."

~Then he extended his hand out and began to move his fingers like he was grabbing something...~

"Waaaant.... Are you still following me? Want."

~Adrian pointed down at the mat they were standing on and continued...~

"A match... A wrest-l-ing match... Wrest-l-ing... Match..."

~He pointed at Manor and said...~

"With you... Scott Manor... Comprende'? I want a match with you. I can't say it any other way to make it any easier on you."