New Belt for my suit(o2a)

[apex]

Apex's music begins to play as he makes his way out with the Pride championship around his waist. He stops at the top of the ramp and takes some hero pictures with fans. He then calls for a mic.

Welcome my version of Gotham. Welcome the newest super hero, I would most closely work as batman... Though the person I took the belt from is no where near bad.. He more reminds me of flash... A comic hero that does better as a side role. I enjoyed our battle... But it was already written in the pages... That I was meant to be the Pride Chanpion... So no hard feelings.... Good?
Now, I am laying out an open challenge to any of the villains in the back to face me in this ring tonight.

[Adrian Taylor]

While his so-called 'brother' was going to be defending his championship against that pain in the ass clown tonight, Adrian found himself in need of a victim to entertain himself for the night. Sure. He didn't make the trip to Iraq for Scars and Stripes. He'd already been there once this year and once was enough for him. Fuck that. He'd already heard about what happened that night. Poor little Scott Manor got his back knocked out of alignment by that man who has yet to be identified. He seemed to be making Adrian's life much easier. Taking care of Dragon Boy and keeping him out of Adrian's hair. Taking it into his hands and trying to cripple Manor. Had to be carried out in cuffs before any major damage was done. Can you imagine that? Damn, would he loved to have been there to see that. However, that was the past and tonight was a new night. His dark shadow was itching for some blood lust tonight. And who better than to deliver some much needed punishment to the resident superhero of SCW? The word through the grapevine was that they had been running their mouth about Empire. It was time.

Cue the sound of "Coming Undone" by KoRn as Adrian came walking out from behind the black curtain. All eyes hit the stage. Adrian came out dressed in a new, white attire and his face had the skull painted on it. The same kind of war paint he wore when it was time to head into the battlefield. Adrian already had a microphone in his hand as he kept his eyes focused on the PRIDE champion in the ring. Did he want the title? Not really. Was he here for it? No. He just needed some kind of punching bad to pass the time tonight and put that little bastard in his place. Once his music had been cut, Adrian raised the microphone and proceeded to speak...

"Well, well, well... It seems like our hero here has stumbled into the wrong city, my friends. Our poor, delusional Apex here seems to have this strange idea that he's living in the pages of a comic book... Unfortunately for him, he's in for a rude awakening when I've beaten him from one ring post to the other and drag his bloody carcass back into realm of reality..."

...An instant flood of boos hit his eardrums from the Las Vegas crowd. He just shook his head and continued on...

"You see... I remember long ago... When you first arrived on the scene... You made one fatal flaw when stepping into that ring you're standing in. When you come into my company... And you step into my yard... You don't... Under any circumstances... Bite the hand that feeds you. You took it upon yourself to speak ill of myself and those of my associates. What was it again? You wanted to remove the evils of this world? Ha! How naive of you to think that you could even fathom accomplishing such a goal. You want your chance to dance with the devil? You've got it. I'm not here for that little piece of gold you've been carrying with you. I'm just here to punish the noble and good, to remove the existence of light in this world so dark and so cold. What do you say, hero?"

[apex]

Quickly mic is placed to lips as if to say he would eat it. So quick he throws out his next word, as if he hasn't thought anything about the man who stands on stage.

I am the light you can never reach, the plants version of swamp thing...
His mind is in the pages of a dc comic.

I will do what must be done. I will fight the evils... I will take on the Punisher... I may look as if I am alone, but I have these people on my side. For good shall always best evil. The only question is what style of playground would you like?

[Adrian Taylor]

"It's fun to be a dreamer, ain't it hero? It's fun to have these dreams of being the one these people call upon when evil lurks in the shadows. It's fun to have these dreams of being the triumphant avenger who stops the villains wherever they may be. I'm afraid that these dreams you've been having of stopping me are simply just that. Dreams. And it's so easy for something so pleasant as a dream to become on big, fuckin' nightmare."

~...More boos from the fickle fans. Gah. He wished he had a violin so he could play these fools a sad song for all their displeasure. He just kept his focus on Apex in the ring, that smirk of his stretching across his face. He could feel the ice flowing through his veins as his dark shadow whispered such unpleasant and twisted ideas in his ear. Adrian raised the microphone and continued...~

"You want to know the style of playground I'd enjoy? How about we throw all these rules right out the window? How about you step into the darkness? You come into my world. You know my hatred. You feel my pain. You see what I see. We'll throw all the wonderful ideals right out the window and settle this in an anything goes no disqualification match."