EFNW Wrestling >> "A New Chapter"

The fans in the arena are chatting with each other, when the lights go out.



The fans boo at the music, but the lights do not go back on. Instead, a spotlight appears on the stage, and Omega is standing in it. He raises his arms above his head, putting 1 finger up on his right hand, and using his thumb, pointer and middle fingers to form two zeroes on his left, then puts both hands right next to each other, forming a "100" with his hands. He throws his arms back down to his side and walks down the ramp. He jumps onto the apron and steps into the ring, and talks over the booing fans.

Omega: This past Friday on EFNW, I defeated Peter Linch in the most brutal match, using the most brutal fashion possible! I've got to admit, I was close to losing just as much as I was close to winning, but the only thing that matters is the result! I'm currently 1-0 in this buisness! How? I hit the Soinebuster on Peter Linch, onto thumbtacks! I bet doctors are STILL removing those tacks AS WE SPEAK! But, now I've got to face Peter at EFNW 1: Revolution? I already beat him in a back and forth match, what else is there to prove? Guess I still need to prove I can win a normal one-on-one match, which I WILL do! Peter, I hope your listening because come EFNW 1: Revolution, I will hit you with the 100% Bomb, and claim a victory for my own and prove myself dominate over Peter! Then, I will move on to the EFNW Extreme Heavyweight Championship! And when I win that title, I will prove myself dominate over the entire EFNW Roster! I am officially putting the entire roster on notice, because I will tear a path through this company that only a man like me can tear! And by the time I'm sone with that tear, I will be the Extreme Heavyweight Champion! Don't worry guys, soon enough, you'll all have a worthy champion, a champion that can be the face of this company, a champion that is... "Mr. 100%" Omega!

Omega's theme plays again, and he goes to leave the ring, when ________'s theme plays over his and he stares at him.

[As soon as the familiar music of Peter Linch hits, the fans jump to their feet. Linch slowly walks out from the back in a suit, looking down at Omega in the ring with a smirk on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off of Omega the entire way. He stomps up the steps and winks at Omega before stepping in the ring. He walks right passed Omega and grabs a mic before walking back over and keeping his distance from Omega.]

~Peter Linch~
"You're right Omega; I lose to you this past Friday night. No excuses, I lost. However, that is just one match and on September 29th, we will face off once again but this time in a normal one on one match. I got thinking over the weekend and I don't think you will be able to beat me with no weapons involved. I think that when push comes to shove, all you are is a big pussy."

[The fans give a loud pop as Omega looks around with a glare on his face.]

~Peter Linch~
"Now, now big boy, don't get excited. I said you are a pussy, not that there was a pussy. Anyway, in all seriousness, there is no chance in hell that you can beat me again. I am going on record right now and guaranteeing that I will beat you at EFNW 1: Revolution. As for you going to win the EFNW Extreme Heavyweight Championship, talk about high hopes..."

Omega glares into the eyes of Peter, in an attempt to intimidate him.

Omega: High hopes? HIGH hopes? That is not a high hope, that is something that WILL happen! High hopes, would be for you to be able to even hold a candle to my in-ring talent! You apparently don't know what I've done. Other than destroy you, I've destroyed many a career. Me not beating you, no weapons involved? Thats impossible. Unlike you, I'm driven. I will do anything to get the victory. You pander to these worthless fans in an attempt to get over with them! And you do, but thats not the point. You need to beat down your opponent, win, and make a mark in wrestling. I have done that. Has pandering to the idiotic fans helped me in any way? No. The only thing that has helped me is my brute force and ruthless aggression!

Omega flexes, as the fans boo.

Omega: Now, pretty boy, I don't need to prove anything to you, to management, to ANYONE! I've already proven myself in a most brutal match, a simple one-on-one match won't be a problem, especially against the same man I took, lifted into the air, and SLAMMED right into tacks! I'm surprised your standing out here, and not sitting in the trainer's room, getting tacks removed from your back. When it all comes down to the question, "Will Omega win at EFNW 1: Revolution? Or will Peter Linch defeat him?" The correct answer, will be Omega defeats Peter Linch!

Omega continues to stare into Peter's eyes.

[Linch stares into the eyes of Omega with a serious expression on his face before busting into fits of laughter.]

~Peter Linch~
"Are you serious? Please tell me you are not serious. Omega, you have no in-ring talent. All you are is a roided up freak just like the guy you look up to. You got lucky in our match because if it had not had weapons involved, you would never have walked out with the victory. I am going to prove this at EFNW 1: Revolution when I take you out with The Linch, or maybe Bank On It, and pin you and finally get you out of my way. You see, I am a future World Champion and when this petty little feud with ECCW is over, I will win the EFNW World Championship and finally bring some prestige back to the belt."

[Linch smirks, getting right in the face of Omega now.]

Still staring into Peter's eyes, Omega is nothing but business.

Omega: First off, I've explained this time and time again, just because someone is big, like me, it DOESN"T mean they're on 'roids. Believe what you will, I know my life, and I'm not 'roided up. If I were, getting into companies would be impossible. Second, I don't look up to anyone, I only look to myself. Third, that Spinebuster was only 50% of what I could actually do. Maybe, instead of your stupid little moves, I'll hit either the 100% Bomb, or maybe even the A+ Drop. Come EFNW 1: Revolution, I'll be out of your way, but, it will be at your expense. You'll never bring prestige to the EFNW World Championship for 2 reason. 1: I'm here, in this company, and 2: You aren't worth a thing. All you are is a pretty boy who somehow made it into the big leagues.

[Linch tries to keep a straight face but bursts out laughing once again. He manages to stop laughing long enough to speak.]

~Peter Linch~
"You call my moves stupid? Please. The "100% Bomb" and the "A+ Drop". Could they sound any stupider? Please, you're move set is about as varied as John Cena's and we all know that ain't very varied. As for you saying you're not on 'roids, you can't deny it. I mean look at you, you got the "huge" muscles but a brain the size of a peanut. It is guys like you who are a disgrace to this business and to this company. You could never bring prestige to anything, especially not a World Championship. YOu got something right though; I am a pretty boy but I think it is pretty obvious why I got into the "big leagues". Would you like me to explain to you? It is because I have something that you don't; pure talent. I am one of the greatest wrestlers in the history of this industry and all you are is fake."

[Linch stares right through Omega, shaking his head in disgust.]

Omega tilts his head down, both eyebrows raised. He looks to the crowd, points at Linch and laughs.

Omega: Me, fake? You couldn't be more wrong! If I were fake, why would companies pay me top dollar just to have me wrestle for them. Pretty boy, the only fake person in this ring is you. All you got is looks, no talent, just looks. Looks get you no where in this business. What you need to make it in a business, is what they call "it." You can't explain what "it" is, but when someone has "it," you can tell. I have "it," you don't. When the time comes, I will destroy you AGAIN, then go on to MUCH bigger, and MUCH better things, than a pretty boy who goes by the name "Peter Linch."

Omega smirks, while he backs up and leans against the ropes, then spreads his hand to point to Peter, as if giving him the time to talk.

~~~ The following promo took place on Extreme Created Championship Wrestling ~~~



'Lights Out' by Hollywood Undead plays over the PA system and the ECCW fans instantly begin to boo, whilst the smarks in the arena burst into an uproar. Harry Jones walks out onto the stage wearing his casual attire, consisting of an ULTRAnumb shirt and denim blue jeans. Harry walks down the entrance ramp, giving the nod of approval to the people who are unconditionally cheering for him. Harry slides into the ring and is handed a microphone from an ECCW official.

“Hello there one and all, I am of course, Harry Jones and according to the nurse that just treated me I’m too old to get something sweet after being checked over. Clearly, she didn’t understand what I was proposing. Anyway though, tonight I need to get a few things off my chest, which is why I decided to gatecrash this ECCW event and speak my mind on a certain somebody…"

The smarks in the arena begin to cheer as Jones paces around the ring -- Unfortunately, Jarrett Calloway has a pretty big fan base in ECCW.

"Jarrett Calloway. (Harry would pause and look down at his feet, chuckling under his breath at the name of Calloway; obviously expecting to hear some sort of pop from the ECCW crowd. He would then look up back into the camera with a smirk on his face as he shook his head.) What is there to say about him that hasn't already been said? He's a corporate kiss-ass who is living in constant denial. He is the self proclaimed EFNW World Champion whom is completely unworthy of that title and he truly does think he is the best wrestler in the industry to date. There is one particular thing that bothers me about Jarrett Calloway. It's not the propaganda he sells the puppet-like ECCW fans, it's not his attitude... but it's his mindset. (Harry paused. He looked down at his feet and shook his head before looking up and smirking again into the camera.) Someday soon Jarrett will have a rude awakening and come to terms with the fact that he is not the best wrestler in the world – Yet he is definitely the best bull shitter! Jarrett Calloway, to me, is the definition of what this company is about. He's a guy who went from nothing to become a somebody. Not many people gave him the chance of becoming one of the best that this industry has to offer, but he overcame that adversity and proved everyone wrong…the way he climbed the mountain was completely unacceptable and so is the way he completely hogs the spotlight…but nonetheless, he made it. Y'see, that's what I like about Jarrett, he and I are somewhat alike. Not too many people think Harry Jones could of ever been a World Champion in any shape or form, but I did—Twenty-three times without kissing anybodies ass, unlike a certain someone. Y'see, I don't take what everyone says to heart because I know that the only thing that matters is what I know, and what I know is that Harry Jones? Heh.. well, I'm the Best Wrestling Prodigy of all time. (Harry pauses and allows the fans to reflect what he said. A few cheers from the smarks in the audience here and there, but nothing too overwhelming. The casual fans are still warming up to Harry Jones and who he is, as he was never given a real opportunity in Extreme Created Championship Wrestling. A chuckle and a grin happen as Harry looks back into the camera and speaks.) Being the Best in the World is something that I define myself by. True, people will say that I don't have the right to call myself that, but I beg to differ. Unlike most of the guys in the back, I actually traveled the World and performed in front of crowds that ranged from two hundred in a small gymnasium, or over twenty thousand in a jam-packed arena in Japan. Every time I walk out under those lights and step into that ring, I hear chants over and over. You know what those chants say? They say “Best in the World", and it's directed toward me. Sure, I could let that get to my head, but I don't. Y'see, I soak in that and I just let it overwhelm me to the point that I believe it. There were times that I didn't believe it, but after each day of thousands of people chanting it? I think it's safe to say that it's true. I never kissed my fathers ass to climb to make it in EFNW; firstly, that would be incest. Secondly, I built EFNW on my back and I went through brimstone and fire to make EFNW a great wrestling promotion. I know some of you people may find it offensive that I am going onto your home turf and promoting my promotion, but Jarrett Calloway – your unelected leader – has made some very rash statements about me and my family. Sure, I humiliated Stephen Jericho by pissing on his unconscious body. Why? Because I can! And thanks to my harsh actions, he might actually learn a life lesson and start treating the younger talent with the RESPECT that they deserve. You may say my mindset is one of arrogance or self obsession, but I have made it in Triple X Wrestling. I have made it in Created World Wrestling. I have made it in the American Wrestling Federation. I have made it in the Created Wrestling Association! I have made it in the YWW! I have made it in EFNW! AND I SURE AS HELL DESERVED TO MAKE IT IN ECCW, BUT PRICKS LIKE JARRETT CALLOWAY INSISTED ON BURRYING ME AND MY FRIENDS! He is a bad man and he deserves to be exploited for the heartless hypocrite that he is! Jarrett Calloway truly does think that he is ‘the best’. I take offense to that. You haven't wrestled around the World like I have. Yeah, you've been over-seas once of twice, but me? I made a name for myself around the World, and that's the least I can say about you. I am the best in the world. I am not asking for your support, or your approval…I am just asking for your respect! (More fans join in with the applauding and the clapping, showing support for Harry Jones, but the majority of the ECCW fans are booing their ‘little’ hearts out. He can't help but to smile.)

I do not come out here to make fun of the promotion which you diehard fans obviously cherish. I do not make fun of the acronyms in the brand name of ‘ECCW’. I come out here to speak the truth, and I have got nothing more to say. Calloway, I have spoken what is on my mind, and I am ready for a fight. The question you have to ask yourself is if you are ready. Are you ready for what is about to happen? Heh.. well, I don't care if you're ready because the time for talk? It's over. You are in my sights now, and you are nothing more than the walking dead. Our paths will cross soon enough, Jarrett…and when they do…the pro wrestling fans – and wrestlers – will finally be given justice!”

Jones drops his microphone and exits the ring, before finishing his promo by doing his signature arm spread taunt.

OT: I'll post a better one soon.