EFNW Wrestling :: The Science of Evil

.nova. wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

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Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black: Plan? Alex, you really are a mental midget, you know that? You think you know me, you think you know my plans and machinations. Either that, or you're too arrogant to care about any of that. My "plans" and "schemes" run deep, much deeper than your pea-brain can comprehend. You think for one second that just because you won some glorified gauntlet match that I'm now in any way intimidated or impressed by you? That I have to rearrange my entire strategy just because you're the new #1 Contender? You have an awfully high opinion of yourself and not much of a track record to back it up.

Nova comes up to Cyrus now and puts his hand on his shoulder

"Come on old man...don't you think it's about time for you to call it quits? I mean you've been in the wrestling industry for what..? 20 years? I'd say you deserve a break, how about you take a little vacation..?"

Cyrus rolls his eyes.

Cyrus Black: I'm 28 years old, you moron!

Nova chuckles

"28 years old huh...? Whatever you say.. but the way you're wrestling now-a-days I wouldn't be surprised if everyone thought you were older...maybe I could teach you a few tricks.. then again, your bad memory will just forget everything, and you'll crumble and I will stand over you as EFNW champion.. picture it:.."

Cyrus, annoyed, grabs Nova's hand off his shoulder and twists, contorting Nova's hand.

Cyrus Black: The only two things you could teach me are how to suck and die. Considering you're trying the old "Cyrus Black is washed up" gimmick that everyone has already tried and failed to pull off, you've already taught me much about the ways of utter sucktitude. As far as the dying bit, I'll get the chance to see you die up close and personal when I shove my boot through your chest and drive your head into the mat.

Cyrus continues applying the pressure on Nova's hand before finally releasing it.

Cyrus Black: If you take nothing away from our conversations but one, I suggest you take this: do not underestimate me. The minute...THE MINUTE...you think you have me figured out, that you have the advantage, I will cripple you. I will subject you to pain and suffering beyond human comprehension just because you couldn't see the Truth beyond your delusions. If you do not take me even the slightest bit seriously, BOY...you won't ever wrestle again. Period, end of story.

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Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black: Plan? Alex, you really are a mental midget, you know that? You think you know me, you think you know my plans and machinations. Either that, or you're too arrogant to care about any of that. My "plans" and "schemes" run deep, much deeper than your pea-brain can comprehend. You think for one second that just because you won some glorified gauntlet match that I'm now in any way intimidated or impressed by you? That I have to rearrange my entire strategy just because you're the new #1 Contender? You have an awfully high opinion of yourself and not much of a track record to back it up.

Nova comes up to Cyrus now and puts his hand on his shoulder

"Come on old man...don't you think it's about time for you to call it quits? I mean you've been in the wrestling industry for what..? 20 years? I'd say you deserve a break, how about you take a little vacation..?"

Cyrus rolls his eyes.

Cyrus Black: I'm 28 years old, you moron!

Nova chuckles

"28 years old huh...? Whatever you say.. but the way you're wrestling now-a-days I wouldn't be surprised if everyone thought you were older...maybe I could teach you a few tricks.. then again, your bad memory will just forget everything, and you'll crumble and I will stand over you as EFNW champion.. picture it:.."

Cyrus, annoyed, grabs Nova's hand off his shoulder and twists, contorting Nova's hand.

Cyrus Black: The only two things you could teach me are how to suck and die. Considering you're trying the old "Cyrus Black is washed up" gimmick that everyone has already tried and failed to pull off, you've already taught me much about the ways of utter sucktitude. As far as the dying bit, I'll get the chance to see you die up close and personal when I shove my boot through your chest and drive your head into the mat.

Cyrus continues applying the pressure on Nova's hand before finally releasing it.

Cyrus Black: If you take nothing away from our conversations but one, I suggest you take this: do not underestimate me. The minute...THE MINUTE...you think you have me figured out, that you have the advantage, I will cripple you. I will subject you to pain and suffering beyond human comprehension just because you couldn't see the Truth beyond your delusions. If you do not take me even the slightest bit seriously, BOY...you won't ever wrestle again. Period, end of story.

Nova with one arm grabs Cyrus's throat and up against the wall, raises a finger to his face

"Listen here, let me draw a line here, I never understand some of the things you tell me.......let me rephrase that.. I don't CARE what you tell me. Because at the end of the day Cyrus, I know you.. I know what you do, and don't go 'trying to get into my head' because chances are.. you'll fail. Now I know there's not a lot of people out there that think I can pull this off.. but I have something every other guy that's contested themselves against you didn't have: BALLS."

He smirks and let's go of Cyrus's throat, letting him gasp for air

"They get you far in every business, and without them you're merely a women, a pussy. And believe me when I say this: I aint no pussy. I sure as hell would love to, and can't WAIT to get my hands on you in that ring, because after that, it will show without a shadow of a doubt in ANYONE'S mind, that Alex Nova.. deserves to be here.."

.nova. wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black: Plan? Alex, you really are a mental midget, you know that? You think you know me, you think you know my plans and machinations. Either that, or you're too arrogant to care about any of that. My "plans" and "schemes" run deep, much deeper than your pea-brain can comprehend. You think for one second that just because you won some glorified gauntlet match that I'm now in any way intimidated or impressed by you? That I have to rearrange my entire strategy just because you're the new #1 Contender? You have an awfully high opinion of yourself and not much of a track record to back it up.

Nova comes up to Cyrus now and puts his hand on his shoulder

"Come on old man...don't you think it's about time for you to call it quits? I mean you've been in the wrestling industry for what..? 20 years? I'd say you deserve a break, how about you take a little vacation..?"

Cyrus rolls his eyes.

Cyrus Black: I'm 28 years old, you moron!

Nova chuckles

"28 years old huh...? Whatever you say.. but the way you're wrestling now-a-days I wouldn't be surprised if everyone thought you were older...maybe I could teach you a few tricks.. then again, your bad memory will just forget everything, and you'll crumble and I will stand over you as EFNW champion.. picture it:.."

Cyrus, annoyed, grabs Nova's hand off his shoulder and twists, contorting Nova's hand.

Cyrus Black: The only two things you could teach me are how to suck and die. Considering you're trying the old "Cyrus Black is washed up" gimmick that everyone has already tried and failed to pull off, you've already taught me much about the ways of utter sucktitude. As far as the dying bit, I'll get the chance to see you die up close and personal when I shove my boot through your chest and drive your head into the mat.

Cyrus continues applying the pressure on Nova's hand before finally releasing it.

Cyrus Black: If you take nothing away from our conversations but one, I suggest you take this: do not underestimate me. The minute...THE MINUTE...you think you have me figured out, that you have the advantage, I will cripple you. I will subject you to pain and suffering beyond human comprehension just because you couldn't see the Truth beyond your delusions. If you do not take me even the slightest bit seriously, BOY...you won't ever wrestle again. Period, end of story.

Nova with one arm grabs Cyrus's throat and up against the wall, raises a finger to his face

"Listen here, let me draw a line here, I never understand some of the things you tell me.......let me rephrase that.. I don't CARE what you tell me. Because at the end of the day Cyrus, I know you.. I know what you do, and don't go 'trying to get into my head' because chances are.. you'll fail. Now I know there's not a lot of people out there that think I can pull this off.. but I have something every other guy that's contested themselves against you didn't have: BALLS."

He smirks and let's go of Cyrus's throat, letting him gasp for air

"They get you far in every business, and without them you're merely a women, a pussy. And believe me when I say this: I aint no pussy. I sure as hell would love to, and can't WAIT to get my hands on you in that ring, because after that, it will show without a shadow of a doubt in ANYONE'S mind, that Alex Nova.. deserves to be here.."

Cyrus catches his breath as he shakes his head...and laughs?

Alex Nova: What's so damn funny?

Cyrus Black: You are! You're friggin' hilarious, you know that? First off, you get me by the throat and you let me go? You'd have been smarter to just go on and strangle me...because that's about the only way you're going to be able to take the EFNW World Title from me with your limited ability to see the Truth.

Cyrus continues to laugh, much at the annoyance of Nova.

Cyrus Black: Secondly, you really are a dense moron if you can't see just how deeply I've wormed into your head already. I put you in a wristlock and you try and choke me? Regardless of whether you want to admit it or not, I'm already renting space in that vaccuum you call your skull. I can barely touch you and you go flying off the handle. Either that, or you're suffering from steroid rage...that being the case, I'll be sure to let Cairo know all about that. You call that "intimidation?" I call it fear masked with anger. You don't want to admit that you're scared...that you're sweating bullets because deep down you know that I am unlike any man you've had to face in your pitiful excuse for a pro wrestling career. You've seen the tapes, you've heard the speeches, and most of all you've seen the wars that I've been through and the scars that I bear on my body from them...but more importantly, the laundry list of broken bodies and mangled corpses I've left in my wake. You are afraid...and rightfully so. But because you're deluding yourself into thinking that you can ease that fear by trying to act like a tough guy, you instead lash out at every little thing I say. Your fear and your temper will get you killed...most likely by me.

Cyrus finally manages to suppress his laughter long enough to finish speaking.

Cyrus Black: You have no balls, Alex. All you have is a tough guy facade, a stereotypical moveset, a greenhorn's ego that he's the "next big thing," and an deep, unsettling fear in your gut knowing that the man they call the Warrior King and the Reaper of the Long and Winding Road now must break you to keep his grasp firmly on his World Championship. Fear is nothing to be ashamed of...deluding yourself into thinking that you can hide it from my eyes is simply embarrassing. You might be good, you might even be great...but as you are now, you are nowhere near ready to take this title away from me. No...you will die, Alex Nova. You will fall, you will be broken, you will be humbled as I systematically destroy every single one of your delusions of grandeur. I will show you just how ordinary you are and prove once again that only the best can hope to match skills and wits with The Exile. And maybe...just maybe if you're lucky enough, you'll be able to walk away and learn something in defeat. If not...well, don't say I didn't warn you, youngblood.

Cyrus shakes his head as a sinister smirk crosses his lips. He does a mocking salute as he turns and heads down the hallway.

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.nova. wrote:

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Cyrus T wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black: Plan? Alex, you really are a mental midget, you know that? You think you know me, you think you know my plans and machinations. Either that, or you're too arrogant to care about any of that. My "plans" and "schemes" run deep, much deeper than your pea-brain can comprehend. You think for one second that just because you won some glorified gauntlet match that I'm now in any way intimidated or impressed by you? That I have to rearrange my entire strategy just because you're the new #1 Contender? You have an awfully high opinion of yourself and not much of a track record to back it up.

Nova comes up to Cyrus now and puts his hand on his shoulder

"Come on old man...don't you think it's about time for you to call it quits? I mean you've been in the wrestling industry for what..? 20 years? I'd say you deserve a break, how about you take a little vacation..?"

Cyrus rolls his eyes.

Cyrus Black: I'm 28 years old, you moron!

Nova chuckles

"28 years old huh...? Whatever you say.. but the way you're wrestling now-a-days I wouldn't be surprised if everyone thought you were older...maybe I could teach you a few tricks.. then again, your bad memory will just forget everything, and you'll crumble and I will stand over you as EFNW champion.. picture it:.."

Cyrus, annoyed, grabs Nova's hand off his shoulder and twists, contorting Nova's hand.

Cyrus Black: The only two things you could teach me are how to suck and die. Considering you're trying the old "Cyrus Black is washed up" gimmick that everyone has already tried and failed to pull off, you've already taught me much about the ways of utter sucktitude. As far as the dying bit, I'll get the chance to see you die up close and personal when I shove my boot through your chest and drive your head into the mat.

Cyrus continues applying the pressure on Nova's hand before finally releasing it.

Cyrus Black: If you take nothing away from our conversations but one, I suggest you take this: do not underestimate me. The minute...THE MINUTE...you think you have me figured out, that you have the advantage, I will cripple you. I will subject you to pain and suffering beyond human comprehension just because you couldn't see the Truth beyond your delusions. If you do not take me even the slightest bit seriously, BOY...you won't ever wrestle again. Period, end of story.

Nova with one arm grabs Cyrus's throat and up against the wall, raises a finger to his face

"Listen here, let me draw a line here, I never understand some of the things you tell me.......let me rephrase that.. I don't CARE what you tell me. Because at the end of the day Cyrus, I know you.. I know what you do, and don't go 'trying to get into my head' because chances are.. you'll fail. Now I know there's not a lot of people out there that think I can pull this off.. but I have something every other guy that's contested themselves against you didn't have: BALLS."

He smirks and let's go of Cyrus's throat, letting him gasp for air

"They get you far in every business, and without them you're merely a women, a pussy. And believe me when I say this: I aint no pussy. I sure as hell would love to, and can't WAIT to get my hands on you in that ring, because after that, it will show without a shadow of a doubt in ANYONE'S mind, that Alex Nova.. deserves to be here.."

Cyrus catches his breath as he shakes his head...and laughs?

Alex Nova: What's so damn funny?

Cyrus Black: You are! You're friggin' hilarious, you know that? First off, you get me by the throat and you let me go? You'd have been smarter to just go on and strangle me...because that's about the only way you're going to be able to take the EFNW World Title from me with your limited ability to see the Truth.

Cyrus continues to laugh, much at the annoyance of Nova.

Cyrus Black: Secondly, you really are a dense moron if you can't see just how deeply I've wormed into your head already. I put you in a wristlock and you try and choke me? Regardless of whether you want to admit it or not, I'm already renting space in that vaccuum you call your skull. I can barely touch you and you go flying off the handle. Either that, or you're suffering from steroid rage...that being the case, I'll be sure to let Cairo know all about that. You call that "intimidation?" I call it fear masked with anger. You don't want to admit that you're scared...that you're sweating bullets because deep down you know that I am unlike any man you've had to face in your pitiful excuse for a pro wrestling career. You've seen the tapes, you've heard the speeches, and most of all you've seen the wars that I've been through and the scars that I bear on my body from them...but more importantly, the laundry list of broken bodies and mangled corpses I've left in my wake. You are afraid...and rightfully so. But because you're deluding yourself into thinking that you can ease that fear by trying to act like a tough guy, you instead lash out at every little thing I say. Your fear and your temper will get you killed...most likely by me.

Cyrus finally manages to suppress his laughter long enough to finish speaking.

Cyrus Black: You have no balls, Alex. All you have is a tough guy facade, a stereotypical moveset, a greenhorn's ego that he's the "next big thing," and an deep, unsettling fear in your gut knowing that the man they call the Warrior King and the Reaper of the Long and Winding Road now must break you to keep his grasp firmly on his World Championship. Fear is nothing to be ashamed of...deluding yourself into thinking that you can hide it from my eyes is simply embarrassing. You might be good, you might even be great...but as you are now, you are nowhere near ready to take this title away from me. No...you will die, Alex Nova. You will fall, you will be broken, you will be humbled as I systematically destroy every single one of your delusions of grandeur. I will show you just how ordinary you are and prove once again that only the best can hope to match skills and wits with The Exile. And maybe...just maybe if you're lucky enough, you'll be able to walk away and learn something in defeat. If not...well, don't say I didn't warn you, youngblood.

Cyrus shakes his head as a sinister smirk crosses his lips. He does a mocking salute as he turns and heads down the hallway.

Nova has yet another confused look on his face as he turns on his TV, and jumps laying down on his couch, talking to Cyrus but eyes focused on the television set

"Man..don't you have anything else to do in your spare time then to tell me all this bullshit? I mean kick back, and relax, you know you' need to calm down a little. The reason I grabbed you by the throat was to keep you under control cause we all know that you can't ever control your own temper. I will not fall, I obviously will not die. Cyrus don't you see? I'm inside of your head, you have VISIONS that you're gonna stand over me holding the title in the air and more bullshit.. man you are one crazy madman. EFNW is my birth company. It's where I spread my wings and began to rise above all, and soon I'll rise higher then you. And no; I don't THINK that I will overcome everything and anything in my way, I know I will. Balls or no balls, my wrestling moves aren't generic, they're unique. My ego, ha! Forget about it... and stop all that, "You're scared of me" crap, because there's no way in hell I'm scared of the so called 'exile' Cyrus Black."

He reaches over on the table and grabs a bag of Lays and puts a couple in his mouth before speaking again

"You're one crazy 28 year old I'll give you that. It seems like you'll never leave until you have the upper hand in this convo eh? Well why don't you sit down and watch some TV...? It'll cool your empty mind... OR you can get the hell out of my sight before I start something that should've been finished when I had you by the throat.."

Noeleen Phoenix wrote:

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OT- Zoey's new pic base, Hazza take notice

FUCKING DICK. THAT IS SHERRI'S PIC BASE IN 3XW.

How would I know? I'm banned from ASWF now.. and who the hell is Sherri ?

Ferriswheel's valet

That's over there, this is over here, stop whining ...

The Legend of Casey wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Alex Nova sits up on his couch, picks up the mask and chucks it at the wall. He turns off the TV and with a swift movement is outside the door, and walking down the hallway taking in to what has been said over the PA.

The lights flicker some more as he walks, and more whispers are heard around him. But that same voice becomes louder

"Alex Nova... next on the Legend's hitlist.. then onto the next name.."

Nova looks around

"Man, I don't care who the fuck you are, but like I said nobody scares me, especially someone who acts like that damn emo faggot 'SAW' and doesn't show his damn face.."

He walks down ignoring the flashing lights

The Legend of Casey wrote:

.nova. wrote:

The Legend of Casey wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Alex Nova sits up on his couch, picks up the mask and chucks it at the wall. He turns off the TV and with a swift movement is outside the door, and walking down the hallway taking in to what has been said over the PA.

The lights flicker some more as he walks, and more whispers are heard around him. But that same voice becomes louder

"Alex Nova... next on the Legend's hitlist.. then onto the next name.."

Nova looks around

"Man, I don't care who the fuck you are, but like I said nobody scares me, especially someone who acts like that damn emo faggot 'SAW' and doesn't show his damn face.."

He walks down ignoring the flashing lights

The voice laughs as the lights continue to flicker.

"if you don't know who I am.. you are retarded..."

as he is walking a mask that looks the same as the other one in his room falls down in front of him

"SAW sucked.. this is just a warning.. you still have time.. until I am finished with my current target... nothing can stop.. the rise of the legend..."

The lights instantly come back on as if nothing had happened.

He chuckles and picks up the mask and puts it on faking and dancing around before throwing it down and stepping on it crushing it instantly

"Please Casey, I obviously know who you are, but you're not so good with sarcasm are you? These masks supposed to intimidate me? I don't care if I'm your target today, tomorrow, or hell even next year I'm always ready!"

Everyone is looking at Nova, not knowing what he's talking about and looks at him like he's on crack before he walks down to catering grabs a beer and walks around

Kelly Jones is having a second honey moon with her 36th husband, Harry Jones!

OT: Back tomorrow

[Kevin Evans is thinking about doing a promo]

[Adam Young is chilling in the locker room]

Eric and AJ Lindgren are training in the gym.

Angel Rodriguez is backstage.

"The Saint" Leon Jackson arrives at the arena, a smile on his face as he heads inside the arena.