EFNW Wrestling :: The Greatest Love Story Ever

*Again, Riff just stares at him before turning to the audience and giving them a completely confused look.*

Riff
"Really folks? I have said again and again that George is following me around. He's a fucking camera man. It's his job to film people. I find it quite unbelievable that you all would start chanting "Riff the Queer" after all of the working over I've given Alex Novy up there."

*The crowd immediately stop chanting, in fact, they stop doing anything at all. Some almost stop breathing. Riff looks back up at Alex.*

Riff
"One. I never beat Casey Anomaly. That's my fucking point. I couldn't do it. I thought too highly of myself to even think that I had to try. You better start unclogging your ears, otherwise, you might make a fool out of yourself by making points on things I didn't say... Oh, hold on a second, you already did. Yeah, I can go ahead and call you pathetic because it's the truth. You're phony as hell, too. (In his best Alex Nova voice) 'You don't know who you're dealing with!' I know exactly who I'm dealing with and that, my friend, is a numbnutted tool shed that thinks the world of himself. Let's see, numbnutted, insecure, and phony..."

*The crowd breathes again and start chanting "NOVA'S PHONY! NOVA'S PHONY!" again.*

Riff
"Two. Yeah, you made fun of my name. My name is Riff Radley, not Riff Rad, asshole. You know, Alex, I might just have to thank you because you're bringing out a part of me that I haven't seen since those last few weeks leading up to my match against Cyrus. I'm pissed now. I thought it was going to be enough to just beat you at Interactive Anarchy, but that's obviously not the case. You can't put down a prick by just smacking him on the nose, you have to seriously kick his ass and put him to the curb where he can't get up."

*The crowd really starts going nuts. Riff looks out to the crowd again and points at Nova.*

Riff
"Here's where Cyrus actually failed something folks. He beat Alex Nova, but somehow, this fool got a championship and he's walking around like he's King Kong. Shhhhhh! Don't chant the phony thing! He might get all self concious againg and tell me off seeing as I'm just out here to bully him!"

*Of course, the fans start chanting "NOVA'S PHONY!" for the third time, because it makes sense with how they feel about him. Riff stares right at Nova's eyes, George getting all of this on tape.*

Riff
"You were obviously not worth enough of Cyrus's time for him to even put you down. I'm going to do that, Alex. And you're not going to like it. Cyrus took you to hell, I'm going to leave you there."

Alex Nova raises his finger to his lips again and chuckles as he lifts his head in the air

"I'm a phony? REALLY? Defy the definition of phony because I don't think you can use those big words around here, and not know what they mean. If Cyrus took me to hell, means I'm already there, and you can't leave me there? I'm a phony...you can't pronounce words correctly and you're thinking I'm self conscious when you constantly make fun of yourself? And that was a pretty good impression, it made me laugh, you're quite the amusing figure too. Listen everyone! I brought out a part of Riff Rad that you haven't seen before! OH MY GOD, WHAT A SURPRISE. You're pissed Radley ? Do you think I'm intimidated by you at all?"

Nova nods his head to the chant that riff got going "NOVA'S PHONY" because it has a pleasant ring to it and words don't hurt Nova cause he's a fucking man, not a pussy like Riff Radley

"Keep chanting, maybe someday I'll care. Cyrus black, beat me, he beats everyone, histories history, and is long forgotten. You lost to Casey Anomaly, shut your fucking mouth. You start calling me a tool... once again your hollow skull cannot intake the messages that are being transferred from my mouth to your head. Listen up, Riff, read my lips... Damn this is like talking to a dog....Alright, you are a fucking queer. QUEER. You know nothing about me, and I doubt that you do. Hell I'd be surprised if you knew what color my skin was! And guess what else Riff? I don't like this crowd? I honestly don't, and if you insist on making them chant very playful tunes at me go right ahead, its really amusing how you think that has any effect on me what-so-ever."

Nova cracks his neck and fixes his shirt before walking up to Riff


"I don't care whether you beat me, take my title, or take me to hell, because none of that is a change. I've been beaten, I've had my title taken, and buddy I've already been taken to hell. SO GO AHEAD, do what you want, and ream what you want, dream that title being around your anorexic waist, and you pummeling me to the ground, cause that's easier said than done. Anything else you wanna put out there? Or is this the part you take a cheap shot at me, and start gaining momentum, because at this stage, I've gotten so much into your head, that you are pissed to the max, and would LOVE A SHOT AT ME NOW?"

Nova exits the ring and grabs his belt, and walks to the ramp and sits down halfway up.

*After Nova, first, magically transported himself from the stage to the ring, then decided to walk away, back to the ramp, Riff, just about out of things to do, stares at him, again dumbfounded on how a man that people thought gave Cyrus a run for his money could be this mentally challenged.*

Riff
"So, let me get this straight. You don't care about anything anymore? And that's why I can't 'leave you in hell'? Because you've already been taken there? Do I have to seriously, spell this out for you? You're not in hell, not yet. You're living high with a goddamn title around your waist. A title that means absolutely squat to you. You got beat by Cyrus, sure, but you weren't left in the dust like he promised. In fact, you're riding this wave of nostalgia about the fact that you even fought him."

*Riff thinks for a moment, rubs his chin once or twice.*

Riff
"And you know, just from talking to you right here, I'm amazed you even got to the match with him. You're a complete idiot. I don't pronounce words right? I can only guess that you meant to ask me to define phony. Because if you were asking me to defy it, one could definitely say I have because I've hit every remark you've put out spot on and gotten you madder than an italian bull. You're flailing around for insults now. Anorexic. Queer. Wow, aren't you creative. Look at me, Nova."

*Riff, of course, motions to himself.*

Riff
"I'm a poor fuck that was stupid enough to lose his father's entire fortune. I can hardly say I own the name Radley anymore. And all you can think of to say is that I'm anorexic? Not just that, but you go ahead and pull an utterly rediculous stunt by faking that you 'stole' my nonexistant girlfriend. But wait, here's the best part about that. You then go and call me gay by saying I have sex with a cameraman. Isn't that at least a bit of a paradox?"

*Riff leans back against the ropes.*

Riff
"I don't need to know anything about your past to know who you are now, Nova. It doesn't matter what you've done. Doesn't matter what I've done. It matters what you're going to do, what I'm going to do. By floating on your past, you set yourself up for failure. You better look into figuring out who the fuck you really want to be, Nova. Because all you've been is a loud mouth pushover. Because all you are right now is a useless hunk of meat with a belt around it's waist. Because you're going to get railroaded by everyone you meet unless you step up your game and put meaning into your long fucking speeches."

*It should be almost implied that the crowd goes absolutely fucking nuts right here. You can tell that no one likes Nova and that every word Riff has spoken has hit home.*