Brocas Helm blares as the AIDS Zone explodes, roaring as Cyrus Black emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd pumps their fists in tune with the music and chant "Exile! Exile! Exile!" as Cyrus walks down the ramp and into the ring. Cyrus, taking his first step into an AIDS ring, poses on the top turnbuckle and basks in the adulation. The music dies down as Cyrus stands in the center of the ring and grabs a microphone.
Cyrus Black: My name...is Cyrus Black. But then again, anyone with half a brain already knew that. Now, this would normally be the point where a guy trying to up his stock in the eyes of management would take the opportunity to list all of his accomplishments as if they meant a thing in this new promotion. But there's two reasons why this is pointless. One, as I mentioned, anything you've done doesn't mean a thing here in AIDS Wrestling...titles and accomplishments from other promotions are merely resume additions, not one's right to be the top guy. And two...well, let's face it, everyone here already knows who I am and what I've done in professional wrestling. So instead, allow me to tell you why I'm here.
Cyrus heads to a corner and has a seat on the top turnbuckle.
Cyrus Black: A month or so ago, I get a phone call from an old friend of mine, telling me about this hot new promotion that was going to be going live. He told me that this promotion was going to feature the best wrestling, the finest athletes, and the most raucous and vicious matches in the history of this business. The biggest stars were going to be featured in this new promotion, and it would change the face of professional wrestling forever. Now, you take all of that under consideration, and you think about the kinds of men who'd sign their names to compete for this promotion. And you ask yourself this simple question: if this promotion really is for the best of the best, then how can they be considered legit unless they have the very best pro wrestler in the world on their roster? That promotion is Awesome Innovative Death-Defying Superstars Wrestling, and that man is "The Exile" Cyrus Black.
The crowd pops loudly as another "Exile!" chant starts up.
Cyrus Black: So here I am, sitting in an AIDS ring for the first time, cutting my first promo and reintroducing myself to the AIDS Zone, and more importantly to the boys in the back. Which brings me to the crux of what I came out here to say...in every promotion I've competed in, I've quickly established myself as the standard bearer, the best of the elite, and the man to beat. I've wasted little time in winning championships and breaking men's bodies and spirits, leaving them as rotting, mangled corpses along my path on the Long and Winding Road. Here, in AIDS Wrestling...I think not much will change. The fact is, in every other promotion I've been in, I've begged the roster to not roll over and put up a fight. And save for a select few individuals, all of those rosters either didn't take me seriously or just let me rush right past them. So instead of calling out the roster, I'm just going to kill anyone who wants to get in the ring with me. If you've got the talent and if you've got the stones, then by all means come try and prove me wrong. Maybe...just maybe...you'll be able to do what nobody else has been able to do. But, I sincerely doubt that. Still, feel free to get in line. See you on the Long and Winding Road...
Cyrus's theme blares as he stands in the center of the ring, soaking in the praise of the crowd. Cyrus looks into a camera and says "Daddy's home, bitches" as he goes to leave...
OFF: If someone wants to continue this, have at it.
The AIDS Zone erupts into a plethora of cheers as the familiar music hits the speakers. Twista XL walks out onto the stage - no dancing, no theathrics - he has a stern expression on his face, seemingly a bit put out that Cyrus Black thinks he will "kill" whoever wants to get in the ring with him. He walks all the way down the ramp and climbs into the ring. He walks up to Cyrus Black and stares him down. The crowd cheer as Twista XL produces a carton of cigarettes. The crowd pop knowing what is coming. He lights the cigarette, still staring directly at Cyrus Black. The crowd pop as he blows the smoke directly into Cyrus' face before flicking the cigarette at him. He then takes off his Ed Harvey top and tosses it to the crowd before going head to head with Cyrus Black - the challenge thrown down with out so much as an exchange of words between the duo.
Cyrus, dusting the cigarette ashes off, stares into Twista's eyes, a cold emotionless stare that's chilling to look at. When Twista doesn't back down, Cyrus's expression changes from cold defiance to smirking lunacy, as a sinister smile crosses his lips. Cyrus, still head-to-head with Twista XL, slowly raises a mic to his lips.
Cyrus Black: Thank you...
Cyrus tosses the mic down as he continues staring daggers at the flashy Superstar, almost daring him to go ahead and get things started...
Twista holds the stare, prolonging the inevitable and when the crowd finally reach fever pitch, he unleashes a very solid right hook landing flush on the jaw of Black. Blacks head snaps to one side from the impact but other then that he doesn't move so much as an inch. The crowd pop at how well Black took the punch, Twista allows a slight smile and drops his hands offering Black a shot.
The crowd is almost trembling in anticipation as Cyrus, his face swelling slightly from Twista's punch, circles around his newfound foe slowly. When he stands face-to-face again, Cyrus quickly reels back and throws a right jab...barely missing Twista as it shoots just to his right. When the crowd murmurs amongst themselves, Cyrus smirks as he spins his fist around and hits Twista right in the side of the head with a backfist. Twista, despite snapping due to the force of the backfist, doesn't fall as his feet remain firmly planted where they were in the beginning. The crowd starts chanting "Twista! Twista!" as Cyrus chuckles, grabs the fallen mic, and looks Twista dead in the eye.
Cyrus Black: Oh yes...I'm going to have fun tearing you apart when we have our match.
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Brocas Helm blares as the AIDS Zone explodes, roaring as Cyrus Black emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd pumps their fists in tune with the music and chant "Exile! Exile! Exile!" as Cyrus walks down the ramp and into the ring. Cyrus, taking his first step into an AIDS ring, poses on the top turnbuckle and basks in the adulation. The music dies down as Cyrus stands in the center of the ring and grabs a microphone.
Cyrus Black: My name...is Cyrus Black. But then again, anyone with half a brain already knew that. Now, this would normally be the point where a guy trying to up his stock in the eyes of management would take the opportunity to list all of his accomplishments as if they meant a thing in this new promotion. But there's two reasons why this is pointless. One, as I mentioned, anything you've done doesn't mean a thing here in AIDS Wrestling...titles and accomplishments from other promotions are merely resume additions, not one's right to be the top guy. And two...well, let's face it, everyone here already knows who I am and what I've done in professional wrestling. So instead, allow me to tell you why I'm here.
Cyrus heads to a corner and has a seat on the top turnbuckle.
Cyrus Black: A month or so ago, I get a phone call from an old friend of mine, telling me about this hot new promotion that was going to be going live. He told me that this promotion was going to feature the best wrestling, the finest athletes, and the most raucous and vicious matches in the history of this business. The biggest stars were going to be featured in this new promotion, and it would change the face of professional wrestling forever. Now, you take all of that under consideration, and you think about the kinds of men who'd sign their names to compete for this promotion. And you ask yourself this simple question: if this promotion really is for the best of the best, then how can they be considered legit unless they have the very best pro wrestler in the world on their roster? That promotion is Awesome Innovative Death-Defying Superstars Wrestling, and that man is "The Exile" Cyrus Black.
The crowd pops loudly as another "Exile!" chant starts up.
Cyrus Black: So here I am, sitting in an AIDS ring for the first time, cutting my first promo and reintroducing myself to the AIDS Zone, and more importantly to the boys in the back. Which brings me to the crux of what I came out here to say...in every promotion I've competed in, I've quickly established myself as the standard bearer, the best of the elite, and the man to beat. I've wasted little time in winning championships and breaking men's bodies and spirits, leaving them as rotting, mangled corpses along my path on the Long and Winding Road. Here, in AIDS Wrestling...I think not much will change. The fact is, in every other promotion I've been in, I've begged the roster to not roll over and put up a fight. And save for a select few individuals, all of those rosters either didn't take me seriously or just let me rush right past them. So instead of calling out the roster, I'm just going to kill anyone who wants to get in the ring with me. If you've got the talent and if you've got the stones, then by all means come try and prove me wrong. Maybe...just maybe...you'll be able to do what nobody else has been able to do. But, I sincerely doubt that. Still, feel free to get in line. See you on the Long and Winding Road...
Cyrus's theme blares as he stands in the center of the ring, soaking in the praise of the crowd. Cyrus looks into a camera and says "Daddy's home, bitches" as he goes to leave...
OFF: If someone wants to continue this, have at it.
The AIDS Zone erupts into a plethora of cheers as the familiar music hits the speakers. Twista XL walks out onto the stage - no dancing, no theathrics - he has a stern expression on his face, seemingly a bit put out that Cyrus Black thinks he will "kill" whoever wants to get in the ring with him. He walks all the way down the ramp and climbs into the ring. He walks up to Cyrus Black and stares him down. The crowd cheer as Twista XL produces a carton of cigarettes. The crowd pop knowing what is coming. He lights the cigarette, still staring directly at Cyrus Black. The crowd pop as he blows the smoke directly into Cyrus' face before flicking the cigarette at him. He then takes off his Ed Harvey top and tosses it to the crowd before going head to head with Cyrus Black - the challenge thrown down with out so much as an exchange of words between the duo.
Cyrus, dusting the cigarette ashes off, stares into Twista's eyes, a cold emotionless stare that's chilling to look at. When Twista doesn't back down, Cyrus's expression changes from cold defiance to smirking lunacy, as a sinister smile crosses his lips. Cyrus, still head-to-head with Twista XL, slowly raises a mic to his lips.
Cyrus Black: Thank you...
Cyrus tosses the mic down as he continues staring daggers at the flashy Superstar, almost daring him to go ahead and get things started...
Twista holds the stare, prolonging the inevitable and when the crowd finally reach fever pitch, he unleashes a very solid right hook landing flush on the jaw of Black. Blacks head snaps to one side from the impact but other then that he doesn't move so much as an inch. The crowd pop at how well Black took the punch, Twista allows a slight smile and drops his hands offering Black a shot.
But out of nowhere...TWISTA PULLS OUT A KNIFE! AND STABS CYRUS! Cyrus dies on the ring floor as the fans cheer for the blood. At his funeral, Twista is hung as somehow part of Cyrus' will, Surge bangs Cyrus' Asian wife and Neville Ryan takes all of Cyrus' fine alcohol.
Now...we got a real Fed on our hands.
OFF: Unless Cyrus Black gets shanked in some way, shape, or form...a fed can't be considered legit. Now we've gotten that out of the way. You're welcome.
Brocas Helm blares as the AIDS Zone explodes, roaring as Cyrus Black emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd pumps their fists in tune with the music and chant "Exile! Exile! Exile!" as Cyrus walks down the ramp and into the ring. Cyrus, taking his first step into an AIDS ring, poses on the top turnbuckle and basks in the adulation. The music dies down as Cyrus stands in the center of the ring and grabs a microphone.
Cyrus Black: My name...is Cyrus Black. But then again, anyone with half a brain already knew that. Now, this would normally be the point where a guy trying to up his stock in the eyes of management would take the opportunity to list all of his accomplishments as if they meant a thing in this new promotion. But there's two reasons why this is pointless. One, as I mentioned, anything you've done doesn't mean a thing here in AIDS Wrestling...titles and accomplishments from other promotions are merely resume additions, not one's right to be the top guy. And two...well, let's face it, everyone here already knows who I am and what I've done in professional wrestling. So instead, allow me to tell you why I'm here.
Cyrus heads to a corner and has a seat on the top turnbuckle.
Cyrus Black: A month or so ago, I get a phone call from an old friend of mine, telling me about this hot new promotion that was going to be going live. He told me that this promotion was going to feature the best wrestling, the finest athletes, and the most raucous and vicious matches in the history of this business. The biggest stars were going to be featured in this new promotion, and it would change the face of professional wrestling forever. Now, you take all of that under consideration, and you think about the kinds of men who'd sign their names to compete for this promotion. And you ask yourself this simple question: if this promotion really is for the best of the best, then how can they be considered legit unless they have the very best pro wrestler in the world on their roster? That promotion is Awesome Innovative Death-Defying Superstars Wrestling, and that man is "The Exile" Cyrus Black.
The crowd pops loudly as another "Exile!" chant starts up.
Cyrus Black: So here I am, sitting in an AIDS ring for the first time, cutting my first promo and reintroducing myself to the AIDS Zone, and more importantly to the boys in the back. Which brings me to the crux of what I came out here to say...in every promotion I've competed in, I've quickly established myself as the standard bearer, the best of the elite, and the man to beat. I've wasted little time in winning championships and breaking men's bodies and spirits, leaving them as rotting, mangled corpses along my path on the Long and Winding Road. Here, in AIDS Wrestling...I think not much will change. The fact is, in every other promotion I've been in, I've begged the roster to not roll over and put up a fight. And save for a select few individuals, all of those rosters either didn't take me seriously or just let me rush right past them. So instead of calling out the roster, I'm just going to kill anyone who wants to get in the ring with me. If you've got the talent and if you've got the stones, then by all means come try and prove me wrong. Maybe...just maybe...you'll be able to do what nobody else has been able to do. But, I sincerely doubt that. Still, feel free to get in line. See you on the Long and Winding Road...
Cyrus's theme blares as he stands in the center of the ring, soaking in the praise of the crowd. Cyrus looks into a camera and says "Daddy's home, bitches" as he goes to leave...
OFF: If someone wants to continue this, have at it.
The AIDS Zone erupts into a plethora of cheers as the familiar music hits the speakers. Twista XL walks out onto the stage - no dancing, no theathrics - he has a stern expression on his face, seemingly a bit put out that Cyrus Black thinks he will "kill" whoever wants to get in the ring with him. He walks all the way down the ramp and climbs into the ring. He walks up to Cyrus Black and stares him down. The crowd cheer as Twista XL produces a carton of cigarettes. The crowd pop knowing what is coming. He lights the cigarette, still staring directly at Cyrus Black. The crowd pop as he blows the smoke directly into Cyrus' face before flicking the cigarette at him. He then takes off his Ed Harvey top and tosses it to the crowd before going head to head with Cyrus Black - the challenge thrown down with out so much as an exchange of words between the duo.
Cyrus, dusting the cigarette ashes off, stares into Twista's eyes, a cold emotionless stare that's chilling to look at. When Twista doesn't back down, Cyrus's expression changes from cold defiance to smirking lunacy, as a sinister smile crosses his lips. Cyrus, still head-to-head with Twista XL, slowly raises a mic to his lips.
Cyrus Black: Thank you...
Cyrus tosses the mic down as he continues staring daggers at the flashy Superstar, almost daring him to go ahead and get things started...
Twista holds the stare, prolonging the inevitable and when the crowd finally reach fever pitch, he unleashes a very solid right hook landing flush on the jaw of Black. Blacks head snaps to one side from the impact but other then that he doesn't move so much as an inch. The crowd pop at how well Black took the punch, Twista allows a slight smile and drops his hands offering Black a shot.
The crowd is almost trembling in anticipation as Cyrus, his face swelling slightly from Twista's punch, circles around his newfound foe slowly. When he stands face-to-face again, Cyrus quickly reels back and throws a right jab...barely missing Twista as it shoots just to his right. When the crowd murmurs amongst themselves, Cyrus smirks as he spins his fist around and hits Twista right in the side of the head with a backfist. Twista, despite snapping due to the force of the backfist, doesn't fall as his feet remain firmly planted where they were in the beginning. The crowd starts chanting "Twista! Twista!" as Cyrus chuckles, grabs the fallen mic, and looks Twista dead in the eye.
Cyrus Black: Oh yes...I'm going to have fun tearing you apart when we have our match.
Twista rubs his head a little where Cyrus connected strongly. He snatches the mic out of Cyrus' hand gaining a few gasps from the crowd.
Twista XL: "Why wait dawg, get a ref down here cuz I'm ready to blaze this sonofabitch ass up!"
Twista stares at Cyrus waiting for a referee or a COUGHMARIKCOUGH management figure to come down.
Brocas Helm blares as the AIDS Zone explodes, roaring as Cyrus Black emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd pumps their fists in tune with the music and chant "Exile! Exile! Exile!" as Cyrus walks down the ramp and into the ring. Cyrus, taking his first step into an AIDS ring, poses on the top turnbuckle and basks in the adulation. The music dies down as Cyrus stands in the center of the ring and grabs a microphone.
Cyrus Black: My name...is Cyrus Black. But then again, anyone with half a brain already knew that. Now, this would normally be the point where a guy trying to up his stock in the eyes of management would take the opportunity to list all of his accomplishments as if they meant a thing in this new promotion. But there's two reasons why this is pointless. One, as I mentioned, anything you've done doesn't mean a thing here in AIDS Wrestling...titles and accomplishments from other promotions are merely resume additions, not one's right to be the top guy. And two...well, let's face it, everyone here already knows who I am and what I've done in professional wrestling. So instead, allow me to tell you why I'm here.
Cyrus heads to a corner and has a seat on the top turnbuckle.
Cyrus Black: A month or so ago, I get a phone call from an old friend of mine, telling me about this hot new promotion that was going to be going live. He told me that this promotion was going to feature the best wrestling, the finest athletes, and the most raucous and vicious matches in the history of this business. The biggest stars were going to be featured in this new promotion, and it would change the face of professional wrestling forever. Now, you take all of that under consideration, and you think about the kinds of men who'd sign their names to compete for this promotion. And you ask yourself this simple question: if this promotion really is for the best of the best, then how can they be considered legit unless they have the very best pro wrestler in the world on their roster? That promotion is Awesome Innovative Death-Defying Superstars Wrestling, and that man is "The Exile" Cyrus Black.
The crowd pops loudly as another "Exile!" chant starts up.
Cyrus Black: So here I am, sitting in an AIDS ring for the first time, cutting my first promo and reintroducing myself to the AIDS Zone, and more importantly to the boys in the back. Which brings me to the crux of what I came out here to say...in every promotion I've competed in, I've quickly established myself as the standard bearer, the best of the elite, and the man to beat. I've wasted little time in winning championships and breaking men's bodies and spirits, leaving them as rotting, mangled corpses along my path on the Long and Winding Road. Here, in AIDS Wrestling...I think not much will change. The fact is, in every other promotion I've been in, I've begged the roster to not roll over and put up a fight. And save for a select few individuals, all of those rosters either didn't take me seriously or just let me rush right past them. So instead of calling out the roster, I'm just going to kill anyone who wants to get in the ring with me. If you've got the talent and if you've got the stones, then by all means come try and prove me wrong. Maybe...just maybe...you'll be able to do what nobody else has been able to do. But, I sincerely doubt that. Still, feel free to get in line. See you on the Long and Winding Road...
Cyrus's theme blares as he stands in the center of the ring, soaking in the praise of the crowd. Cyrus looks into a camera and says "Daddy's home, bitches" as he goes to leave...
OFF: If someone wants to continue this, have at it.
The AIDS Zone erupts into a plethora of cheers as the familiar music hits the speakers. Twista XL walks out onto the stage - no dancing, no theathrics - he has a stern expression on his face, seemingly a bit put out that Cyrus Black thinks he will "kill" whoever wants to get in the ring with him. He walks all the way down the ramp and climbs into the ring. He walks up to Cyrus Black and stares him down. The crowd cheer as Twista XL produces a carton of cigarettes. The crowd pop knowing what is coming. He lights the cigarette, still staring directly at Cyrus Black. The crowd pop as he blows the smoke directly into Cyrus' face before flicking the cigarette at him. He then takes off his Ed Harvey top and tosses it to the crowd before going head to head with Cyrus Black - the challenge thrown down with out so much as an exchange of words between the duo.
Cyrus, dusting the cigarette ashes off, stares into Twista's eyes, a cold emotionless stare that's chilling to look at. When Twista doesn't back down, Cyrus's expression changes from cold defiance to smirking lunacy, as a sinister smile crosses his lips. Cyrus, still head-to-head with Twista XL, slowly raises a mic to his lips.
Cyrus Black: Thank you...
Cyrus tosses the mic down as he continues staring daggers at the flashy Superstar, almost daring him to go ahead and get things started...
Twista holds the stare, prolonging the inevitable and when the crowd finally reach fever pitch, he unleashes a very solid right hook landing flush on the jaw of Black. Blacks head snaps to one side from the impact but other then that he doesn't move so much as an inch. The crowd pop at how well Black took the punch, Twista allows a slight smile and drops his hands offering Black a shot.
The crowd is almost trembling in anticipation as Cyrus, his face swelling slightly from Twista's punch, circles around his newfound foe slowly. When he stands face-to-face again, Cyrus quickly reels back and throws a right jab...barely missing Twista as it shoots just to his right. When the crowd murmurs amongst themselves, Cyrus smirks as he spins his fist around and hits Twista right in the side of the head with a backfist. Twista, despite snapping due to the force of the backfist, doesn't fall as his feet remain firmly planted where they were in the beginning. The crowd starts chanting "Twista! Twista!" as Cyrus chuckles, grabs the fallen mic, and looks Twista dead in the eye.
Cyrus Black: Oh yes...I'm going to have fun tearing you apart when we have our match.
Twista rubs his head a little where Cyrus connected strongly. He snatches the mic out of Cyrus' hand gaining a few gasps from the crowd.
Twista XL: "Why wait dawg, get a ref down here cuz I'm ready to blaze this sonofabitch ass up!"
Twista stares at Cyrus waiting for a referee or a COUGHMARIKCOUGH management figure to come down.
Surge comes is seen walking down the ramp, mic in hand and no music playing. He's wearing a t-shirt with some Japanese kanji on it as well as black jeans.
"All right, you two, settle down.", he says sarcastically, "As much as I would love to have this happen right now, it's not gonna. So save it for the show...whenever that is. Cool?"
Surge looks down to the ring, eyeing Twista and Black.
Cyrus looks at Twista, then at Surge on the ramp, then back at Twista. The crowd is chanting "Let Them Fight! Let Them Fight!" as Cyrus snatches the mic back from Twista.
Cyrus Black: Well, isn't that a shame? I guess we'll end up waiting after all. So...get going. Leave. Vamanos!
When Twista doesn't budge, Cyrus rolls his eyes.
Cyrus Black: Okay, maybe I'm not making myself clear. So let me put it in terms you can understand...
Cyrus clears his throat.
Cyrus Black: Ahem...git yo bling-bling lovin', ghettotastic, street thug punk ass out of my ring, homeboy!
Cyrus smiles like a madman as he waves Twista out, almost as if he's brushing him out of the ring.
Cyrus looks at Twista, then at Surge on the ramp, then back at Twista. The crowd is chanting "Let Them Fight! Let Them Fight!" as Cyrus snatches the mic back from Twista.
Cyrus Black: Well, isn't that a shame? I guess we'll end up waiting after all. So...get going. Leave. Vamanos!
When Twista doesn't budge, Cyrus rolls his eyes.
Cyrus Black: Okay, maybe I'm not making myself clear. So let me put it in terms you can understand...
Cyrus clears his throat.
Cyrus Black: Ahem...git yo bling-bling lovin', ghettotastic, street thug punk ass out of my ring, homeboy!
Cyrus smiles like a madman as he waves Twista out, almost as if he's brushing him out of the ring.
Twista XL turns around and for a moment it looks like he's leaving. He takes a step forward then pivots around and smacks Cyrus with a pimp-slap.
Twista XL: "Yo, true story, I leave MY ring, whenever I want to boi!"
This is when all hell breaks loose and Cyrus takes Twista to the ground and the two begin brawling, fairly evenly matched. Surge buries his face in his hands as security comes rushing out to seperate the two men. Twista is seen shouting all type of obscenities at Cyrus Black, while Black grins like a madman. We notice a bit of blood above the eye of Twista signifying that Black possibly got the better of him. The commentators are all orgasmic and put over that you'd only see these type of clashes between two huge superstars in AIDS.
Cyrus looks at Twista, then at Surge on the ramp, then back at Twista. The crowd is chanting "Let Them Fight! Let Them Fight!" as Cyrus snatches the mic back from Twista.
Cyrus Black: Well, isn't that a shame? I guess we'll end up waiting after all. So...get going. Leave. Vamanos!
When Twista doesn't budge, Cyrus rolls his eyes.
Cyrus Black: Okay, maybe I'm not making myself clear. So let me put it in terms you can understand...
Cyrus clears his throat.
Cyrus Black: Ahem...git yo bling-bling lovin', ghettotastic, street thug punk ass out of my ring, homeboy!
Cyrus smiles like a madman as he waves Twista out, almost as if he's brushing him out of the ring.
Twista XL turns around and for a moment it looks like he's leaving. He takes a step forward then pivots around and smacks Cyrus with a pimp-slap.
Twista XL: "Yo, true story, I leave MY ring, whenever I want to boi!"
This is when all hell breaks loose and Cyrus takes Twista to the ground and the two begin brawling, fairly evenly matched. Surge buries his face in his hands as security comes rushing out to seperate the two men. Twista is seen shouting all type of obscenities at Cyrus Black, while Black grins like a madman. We notice a bit of blood above the eye of Twista signifying that Black possibly got the better of him. The commentators are all orgasmic and put over that you'd only see these type of clashes between two huge superstars in AIDS.
Name (w/ nickname):"The Underbed Monster"Dark Assasin Gimmick:This guy is a complete monster,billed from parts unknown,Dark Assasin could be anywhere,even behind you right now.Due to his bad education,he only shouts,and the only word he can say it's "DESTRUCTION!". Billed From:Parts Unknown. Height:7'0 Weight:485 lb Wrestling style (w/ some moves):Complete Powerhouse -Sidewalk Slam -Chokeslam -Big Boot -Military Press Slam -Powerbomb -Brain Buster -Clothesline -Headbutt -Non Chain Chokehold Finisher(s):Kill Initials(Brainbuster Powerbomb) and he Chokes you with a chain when the ref is distracted,or just to get DQ'ed. Theme:Pshychosocial by Slipknot. Pic Base:Abyss.
After his brawl with Twista XL, Cyrus Black is in the locker room trying to ease the swelling on his face with an ice pack
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just then Dan Maskell walks into the locker room
Dan: ouch, looks painful
Cyrus Black: This? It's nothing. You should've seen the other guy.
Dan: you can't people with a 'Darker skin' can not have bruises or fat lips.
Cyrus Black: They sure as hell bleed though.
Cyrus stands up and looks Dan in the eye.
Cyrus Black: So, what brings you here, Dan? You obviously can't be here to check on my well-being.
Dan: no truth be told I got lost and walked into the wrong locker room, and well here I am.
[Dan then sort of nods his head and looks around awkwardly]
Cyrus rolls his eyes.
Cyrus Black: Whatever. So, I hear you and my pupil are teaming up to face Surge and Will Williams at AIDS's first show.
Dan: yeah, you heard right so I already laid down the law to him and said he can deal with Surge and I will take Williams and then I will get the win and he can have his 5 seconds of fame.
After his brawl with Twista XL, Cyrus Black is in the locker room trying to ease the swelling on his face with an ice pack
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just then Dan Maskell walks into the locker room
Dan: ouch, looks painful
Cyrus Black: This? It's nothing. You should've seen the other guy.
Dan: you can't people with a 'Darker skin' can not have bruises or fat lips.
Cyrus Black: They sure as hell bleed though.
Cyrus stands up and looks Dan in the eye.
Cyrus Black: So, what brings you here, Dan? You obviously can't be here to check on my well-being.
Dan: no truth be told I got lost and walked into the wrong locker room, and well here I am.
[Dan then sort of nods his head and looks around awkwardly]
Cyrus rolls his eyes.
Cyrus Black: Whatever. So, I hear you and my pupil are teaming up to face Surge and Will Williams at AIDS's first show.
Dan: yeah, you heard right so I already laid down the law to him and said he can deal with Surge and I will take Williams and then I will get the win and he can have his 5 seconds of fame.
Cyrus Black: That so? Well Dan, if you can keep your ego in check, Casey might just impress you with what he brings to the table. But however you want to play it, it's not my concern. I've got my own fight on the show with Twista XL. Should be fun.
After his brawl with Twista XL, Cyrus Black is in the locker room trying to ease the swelling on his face with an ice pack
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just then Dan Maskell walks into the locker room
Dan: ouch, looks painful
Cyrus Black: This? It's nothing. You should've seen the other guy.
Dan: you can't people with a 'Darker skin' can not have bruises or fat lips.
Cyrus Black: They sure as hell bleed though.
Cyrus stands up and looks Dan in the eye.
Cyrus Black: So, what brings you here, Dan? You obviously can't be here to check on my well-being.
Dan: no truth be told I got lost and walked into the wrong locker room, and well here I am.
[Dan then sort of nods his head and looks around awkwardly]
Cyrus rolls his eyes.
Cyrus Black: Whatever. So, I hear you and my pupil are teaming up to face Surge and Will Williams at AIDS's first show.
Dan: yeah, you heard right so I already laid down the law to him and said he can deal with Surge and I will take Williams and then I will get the win and he can have his 5 seconds of fame.
Cyrus Black: That so? Well Dan, if you can keep your ego in check, Casey might just impress you with what he brings to the table. But however you want to play it, it's not my concern. I've got my own fight on the show with Twista XL. Should be fun.
Dan: Twista huh, me and him were homeboys back in the day and by homeboys I mean I spoke to him once, and as for your protegee no offence but he is a jobber.
After his brawl with Twista XL, Cyrus Black is in the locker room trying to ease the swelling on his face with an ice pack
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just then Dan Maskell walks into the locker room
Dan: ouch, looks painful
Cyrus Black: This? It's nothing. You should've seen the other guy.
Dan: you can't people with a 'Darker skin' can not have bruises or fat lips.
Cyrus Black: They sure as hell bleed though.
Cyrus stands up and looks Dan in the eye.
Cyrus Black: So, what brings you here, Dan? You obviously can't be here to check on my well-being.
Dan: no truth be told I got lost and walked into the wrong locker room, and well here I am.
[Dan then sort of nods his head and looks around awkwardly]
Cyrus rolls his eyes.
Cyrus Black: Whatever. So, I hear you and my pupil are teaming up to face Surge and Will Williams at AIDS's first show.
Dan: yeah, you heard right so I already laid down the law to him and said he can deal with Surge and I will take Williams and then I will get the win and he can have his 5 seconds of fame.
Cyrus Black: That so? Well Dan, if you can keep your ego in check, Casey might just impress you with what he brings to the table. But however you want to play it, it's not my concern. I've got my own fight on the show with Twista XL. Should be fun.
Dan: Twista huh, me and him were homeboys back in the day and by homeboys I mean I spoke to him once, and as for your protegee no offence but he is a jobber.
Cyrus shrugs.
Cyrus Black: Whatever you have to tell yourself. Really, I didn't think you were that insecure with your spot.
After his brawl with Twista XL, Cyrus Black is in the locker room trying to ease the swelling on his face with an ice pack
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just then Dan Maskell walks into the locker room
Dan: ouch, looks painful
Cyrus Black: This? It's nothing. You should've seen the other guy.
Dan: you can't people with a 'Darker skin' can not have bruises or fat lips.
Cyrus Black: They sure as hell bleed though.
Cyrus stands up and looks Dan in the eye.
Cyrus Black: So, what brings you here, Dan? You obviously can't be here to check on my well-being.
Dan: no truth be told I got lost and walked into the wrong locker room, and well here I am.
[Dan then sort of nods his head and looks around awkwardly]
Cyrus rolls his eyes.
Cyrus Black: Whatever. So, I hear you and my pupil are teaming up to face Surge and Will Williams at AIDS's first show.
Dan: yeah, you heard right so I already laid down the law to him and said he can deal with Surge and I will take Williams and then I will get the win and he can have his 5 seconds of fame.
Cyrus Black: That so? Well Dan, if you can keep your ego in check, Casey might just impress you with what he brings to the table. But however you want to play it, it's not my concern. I've got my own fight on the show with Twista XL. Should be fun.
Dan: Twista huh, me and him were homeboys back in the day and by homeboys I mean I spoke to him once, and as for your protegee no offence but he is a jobber.
Cyrus shrugs.
Cyrus Black: Whatever you have to tell yourself. Really, I didn't think you were that insecure with your spot.
Dan: I am not it's just now I have another nickname to live up to, 'The Showstealer' and that is exactly what I am intending to do.
Cyrus looks at Dan with an incredulous look. Cyrus Black: Another nickname? And since when did you care about stealing the show? For as long as I've known you, you've always been about money, fame, and bitches. Not once did you give two shits about actually putting on a memorable performance for the fans. If anything, you only steal the show just to sate your own ego.
Name (w/ nickname):"The Underbed Monster"Dark Assasin Gimmick:This guy is a complete monster,billed from parts unknown,Dark Assasin could be anywhere,even behind you right now.Due to his bad education,he only shouts,and the only word he can say it's "DESTRUCTION!". Billed From:Parts Unknown. Height:7'0 Weight:485 lb Wrestling style (w/ some moves):Complete Powerhouse -Sidewalk Slam -Chokeslam -Big Boot -Military Press Slam -Powerbomb -Brain Buster -Clothesline -Headbutt -Non Chain Chokehold Finisher(s):Kill Initials(Brainbuster Powerbomb) and he Chokes you with a chain when the ref is distracted,or just to get DQ'ed. Theme:Pshychosocial by Slipknot. Pic Base:Abyss.
Accepted, and whenever Marik is on we need to talk. I'll be on Saturday for a while.
Cyrus looks at Dan with an incredulous look. Cyrus Black: Another nickname? And since when did you care about stealing the show? For as long as I've known you, you've always been about money, fame, and bitches. Not once did you give two shits about actually putting on a memorable performance for the fans. If anything, you only steal the show just to sate your own ego.
Dan: except for the fact a few thing have changed, you see I now have a sponsor ship with Lucozade which brings me in more money and fame then ever, and well to be honest I am now building myself a legacy so it is my mission to have as many 5 star matches as possible, besides if I impress the crowd I impress the Women.
Cyrus looks at Dan with an incredulous look. Cyrus Black: Another nickname? And since when did you care about stealing the show? For as long as I've known you, you've always been about money, fame, and bitches. Not once did you give two shits about actually putting on a memorable performance for the fans. If anything, you only steal the show just to sate your own ego.
Dan: except for the fact a few thing have changed, you see I now have a sponsor ship with Lucozade which brings me in more money and fame then ever, and well to be honest I am now building myself a legacy so it is my mission to have as many 5 star matches as possible, besides if I impress the crowd I impress the Women.
Cyrus fakes a sigh of relief.
Cyrus Black: Oh, that's good. Hate to think that you had decided to be selfless for once in your life. In the end it's all about the money and women with you...that's comforting to know.
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