Time to Welcome MYSELF to the Real Show....

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The scene fades in from the fuzz on the screen. The scene is set before you as you take a look at the people
that are in the limo you're riding in. You see Skarrphace, Xavier Apollo and a couple of people you don't recognize.
The music is pumping loud as the mood seems to be quite festive. Skarrphace is dressed in a pair of black slacks,
a white silk button down shirt, and his customary Italian leather shoes and platinum chain with the pendant "1" on it.
Xavier Apollo is dressed in a pair of light brown slacks, a mulit-patterned shirt, short-sleeved, and a t-shirt under that.
He also has a platinum chain around his neck, and his pendant is a platinum "X". One of the other men is dressed in a pair
of Levi 501 black jeans, a white shirt and leather jacket. The other is dressed in an Armani suit, grey, with a blue shirt and red tie.
Skarrphace and Xavier are talking to the others and the following conversation is picked up on.

Skarrphace :: Hey, X...what time did Scott say he was meeting us at the Garden?

Xavier Apollo :: I think he said 8:30....that's right before the Pitt/'Nova game is supposed to tip-off I think....they'll prolly be in between sessions....

Skarrphace :: Yeah, that's what I'm thinkin'....well man, it's official...the 'Phace has finally made it to BWO....I can't believe this. Well, wait a minute, actually I can believe it. It's a natural fit, just like a hand in a perfect glove. The 'Phace and BWO....we make great business partners, ya know what I mean? *grin*

Xavier Apollo :: I can't see how you can go wrong, 'Phace....think about your history for just a moment, ok? First off, you thrived in the GFWA....won a couple Extreme titles, and then the competition slacked off...you went to the IEW....what did ya do there? Well, you won the World Title there in a matter of weeks....realized that the competition wasn't right, so you went off again....

Skarrphace :: Then, from there, I found Legendary Wrestling, where after 2 weeks I was the International Champion....but then that operation folded....bad management there....then I fell into an opportunity with the UwF....and was set to make my move for the World Title there, but then that operation folded as well....I tell ya, X, I've had no luck when it comes to my work environments....*laughs*

Xavier Apollo :: Yeah, I just knew you had Nocturnal last week man....UwF picked up the stakes and ran right when you had him in your sights....

Skarrphace :: I know I would've destroyed him....that was easy to see. But I can't focus on the past, because there's not a damn thing I can do to change it. My goal right now is to make an immediate impact in the BWO....to be heard and felt throughout the entire organization...and I have it on good authority that a Hardcore title shot is in my future....I've always been partial to the Hardcore end of things when it comes to title runs, and what better way to get right into the thick of things than to make a splash in the Hardcore division?

Xavier Apollo :: Right on, man...right on....hey, King, what's your agenda for the next few weeks?

The man in the black jeans and leather jacket lifts his head up from the magazine he's
reading and look over at Xavier Apollo. It's "Awesome" Adam King, GFWA Champion.

"Awesome" Adam King :: Hell, X, there ain't no competition anymore since I killed off Vic Vega, and you know it....Hellsbane would like to think he can challenge for my title, but we all know where that'll end up....right now, I got no agenda but to kick it with a few of my friends at Madison Square Garden, courtside at the Big East Tournament....tonight.....

Skarrphace slaps hands with King as Xavier reaches into the cooler and pulls out a champagne
bottle. The man in the Armani suit gets 4 glasses out and X pops the cork and fills all four glasses,
while the man in the suit hands them out to everyone.

Xavier Apollo :: And now, a toast....

Skarrphace :: C'mon, X....you don't have to do this....

Xavier Apollo :: No, no, I insist....this is a momentous occasion, and one that should be noted....*raises glass*....to the best guy and the best wrestler in the world today...and my best friend....Skarrphace!

Group :: Cheers!

The four men toast the glasses then swallow down the champagne. King tosses his glass
to the floor as he continues reading his magazine. The limo comes to a slow stop in a few
moments and the man in the suit rolls down the window. Peering in from the outside is Scott Linx.

Scott Linx :: Anybody seen a new BWO signee around here? *grins*

Skarrphace :: Scotty! What's up bro!!

The man in the suit opens up the door and Scott gets inside. Skarrphace and Scott slap hands in greeting
as do Xavier and Scott. Skarrphace introduces the other two men as Scott gets a glass of champagne.

Skarrphace :: Yeah man, so has the Pitt/'Nova game tipped off yet?

Scott Linx :: I think it just did, but I got our courtside tickets right here, ready to roll...

Skarrphace :: Cool man....very cool....you know I was just talkin' about the contract I'm signing with the BWO....if I don't miss my guess, it includes an Hardcore title shot in the very near future....that's something I always use as a stepping stone to my success in any organization...and the BWO will be no different....

Xavier Apollo :: I don't see how you can be beat right now, 'Phace....you are at the absolute top of your game...and Mafia, Inc. is rulin' the roast, so to speak....with Scott as the Intercontinental Champ, and you the future Hardcore champ, what is it that Mafia, Inc. CAN'T do? *grin*

Scott Linx :: Let me answer that question for you, X....NOTHING....*laughs*....now, let's get a move on here, these seats are prime...courtside, right next to the visitor's bench and if I'm not mistaken, there will be a few ladies there keeping the seats warm for us....if you know what I mean...and I think you do....*grins*

Skarrphace :: Say no more, Scotty....and lead the way!

The five men start laughing to each other as they pile out of the limo in front of Madison Square
Garden. Linx hands the five men the tickets to get into the arena and they get to the doors.
As they enter the arena, they disappear in the throngs of the crowd and then the shot
fades out to black.