ECCW: Extreme Created Championship Wrestling 21.0

Deacon Carmine

Casey Anomaly
*he looks at Angel and looks at him standing there holding his briefcase in the air and laughs*
First off let me give you some advice and cut to the chase Angel. b\Before you go running your mouth.
*Casey looks him dead in the eye*
Don't be a bitch. Do what I'm gonna do with the EFNW briefcase and cash it in like a man. None of this pussy shit where you cash in after a match. Sure thats how I won my first championship here but I realized I wasn't ready to be a world champion here in ECCW as I lost the belt two weeks later. So with out any help the next time around I made that big blue masked freak pass out with my skateboard in his own type of match and won the belt for myself. Now I'm a real champion..
*He smirks*
Thats what you wanna be right? To be a real champ? To not look like a pussy?

Casey Anomaly
*he adjusts his belt on his shoulder*
"Is that what this is about? Impressing Cyrus?"
*Casey laughs a little bit and rubs his chin*
"Do you feel, empty for some reason Angel? Because you lost the Franchise Wrestler? Do you think Cyrus is.. disappointed in you? So you have to prove to him, um, what ever it is you're gonna try and prove to him, to make yourself feel whole correct? Well news flash Angel: He doesn't give a fuck about you any more. Nor does he care what I do any more. I already proved to him I can hold my own any where I can go or against any man I step between these ropes with. So in his mind I was a success. you, were not. But that doesn't matter any more to him. He finished training both of us a long LONG time ago. But apparently you still feel the need you have to prove something to him Angel and it makes you the weaker man."
*Casey glances at Angel's case*
"So you can stand here and keep telling me how Im gonna have broken knee caps, you're gonna look like a hero and Cy is gonna come give you a fucking medal but in reality, in the real world, none of that is gonna happen. The only thing you will accomplish on cashing that case in on me after a match is you put a huge target on your back and you piss me off. Trust me, those are two things you don't want at all.[/i]

Having lost his match.. DOOM World Champion says fuck you to trying and to his chance of being undefeated.. fuck it.. and just says "Fuck The Jericho's.. off to EFNW"

The epic sounds of Blue Stahli's "Corner" begins to blare throughout the arena, as the fans now await the arrival of Harry Jones. Moments pass as Harry finally makes his way out onto the main stage. There, he receives a good reaction from his hometown faithful, the cheers particularly from the male fans attending the event. Harry stops at the top of the entrance ramp and looks around at the fans, as he clenches his fists by his side and tenses every single muscle in his body. Harry lets out a war cry as the arena embraces a bright gold lighting, whilst flames spiral up into the air on Harry's right and left. Electricity cracks around Harry's body as the high powered ventilation fans blow Harry's hair upwards in a messy, anime-like fashion. The audience continue to give Harry a mixed reaction as he begins to walk down the entrance ramp. Harry's demeanor at this moment is simple: chilled out. There is a lot of emotion in the air tonight, but it doesn't seem to get Jones all in a bunch. The smarks begin to chant, "Best in the World! Best in the World! Best in the World!" all together in unison, as Harry looks around and nods, before walking down the ramp in a slow, laid back motion. Harry doesn't stop to acknowledge the fans, as he continues to make his way down the ramp. Harry soon makes his way to the ring as he slides under the bottom rope and ascends to the top rope. There, he looks around at the fans and arches his back and does his signature arm spread taunt. More and more chants of "Best in the World" continue to echo throughout the arena, as Harry nods his head. As he hops down, some of the younger, more casual fans begin to boo him. Harry walks around before he walks to Tony Chimel and extends his hand, asking for a microphone. Chimel gives the live microphone to Harry Jones here tonight. "Corner" by Blue Stahli begins to die down, as Harry Jones stands tall in the middle of the ring with the spotlight shining bright on him, Harry looks around at the fans with a relaxed look on his face. That same look that he has been sporting throughout a majority of his career was right here tonight. Harry smiles and chuckles under his breath as he raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak to the live crowd here tonight.

THE ANTI-HERO // HARRY JONES

"I am the 2011 King of the Ring ... I am the EFNW World Champion ... I am the best in the world!"

Since ECCW is touring Harry's hometown of Perth, Australia, the fans break out into an array of applause. It is apparent that the 'ECCW' fans attending tonight's event may not even be ECCW fans at all, which becomes obvious when a chant of "EFN-Dub" overpowers the boos coming from the casual fans.

"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."

The majority of the younger ECCW fans boo Jones, but as usual he has his cult-like hardcore EFNW fanatics from his hometown who manage to stir a "Best in the World Chant". Harry acknowledges the chant by nodding his head and chuckling under his breath. Harry raises the microphone up to his mouth and continues.

"You hear that, Jarrett? Did you HEAR that? I know you did; you heard those cheers, you heard those chants, and I know that it's KILLING you inside. The anger, the rage, the hatred, the jealousy; you can't stand it, can you?! It's eating you up inside like a parasite, feeding on that over-inflated balloon that is your ego, and it's slowly, but oh-so surely killing you. It makes you sick to your stomach to hear these people cheer me on and chant my name, because despite how 'inferior' you like to think that I am, these people respect me a hell of a lot more than they do you; even at a shitty ECCW event! You know that no matter what you do, these people will always love me more ... Because they know that you are nothing but a two-faced coward! Harry Jones became synonymous with greatness, while Jarrett Calloway secured his spot as the face of this company by burrying the younger talent with his deepthroat faggot of a friend named Venom. The difference between me and you, Jarrett? I'm not a sad pathetic over-promoted loser who has to exercise his domination fetish on live TV to feel good. Just like many, you share the philosophy of a sports-entertainer whom is too high and mighty to give back to the industry. You act out like you are bigger than EFNW but truth be told, EFNW doesn't represent the body builder mentality carried by people like Matthew Jericho and yourself. EFNW is about the integrity of us - the wrestler, whom are willing to sacrifice themselves to paint the picture of how wrestling can be real! The reason why EFNW was always considered to be the better wrestling promotion is because deepthroating hypocrites like you and your systematically untalented friends never wrestled there for a long period of time! The only reason you're still around is because of this unfair legacy you have created by being a backstage bully who will go on a hunger-strike if he is told that he is losing cleanly. I have never beat you cleanly in ECCW which is not surprising, considering that nobody has ever beat you cleanly in this promotion ... well, not yet anyway..."

The tension rises as Harry's fans begin to chant in unison "EFN-DUB! EFN-DUB! EFN-DUB!" After those two words had slipped out of Harry's lips, a short silence would follow. With his arms resting on his knees and his hands hanging in front of him, Jones would look up; gazing off into the distance for a moment as to collect his thoughts. And of course he'd be sharing these thoughts with those watching at home, for as soon as the self-proclaimed Best in the World turned his head back to face the camera he would speak up once more.

"Now I'm sure that you're backstage right now, Jarrett - maybe lacing up your boots, taping up your wrists or anything of the like ... and you're probably confused. You're probably listening to every word I'm saying here tonight; clinging to every last syllable as if your life depended on it. You're trying your best to figure out what I'm trying to say because as it stands, you just don't get it. You never have, and perhaps you never will; you were always too brash, too arrogant to see the bigger picture, even when it's one that you yourself painted. You see only what you want to, Calloway, and in the end it will prove to be your downfall. Because in one of your many fits of blind jealousy, anger, and frustration, you made the biggest mistake of your career - you willingly put yourself between a rock and a hard spot, with absolutely nowhere to run. Despite your claims of superiority to us all, Jarrett, you proved yourself to be one of the most idiotic men I've ever had the misfortune of meeting; and I will deal with that personally. I know that one day ... We will cross paths; and knowing that we will eventually fight is music to my ears, because I know that you cannot beat me. You don't have the passion, the ambition, the fire burning DEEP in your breast - the willing and readiness to break every damned bone in your body to secure a victory. You don't have that, Jarrett, and you never will; you don't know what it's like to fight for something, to work and climb your way to the top. Your entire career has been a practical walk in the park, always having someone there to carry you to heights you could have never imagined - anything and EVERYTHING you've ever accomplished in this business has been thanks to someone ELSE. You don't know what it's like to work for something. To pour your blood, your sweat, and your TEARS onto this mat in hopes - HOPES - that it gets you recognized. You've NEVER taken a flying leap off a fifteen foot ladder, with nothing to cushion the impact but cold, hard canvas ... You've never put your body, your LIFE on the line for the sake of not only these people, but with the thought in your head that if you continued to do just that - if you continued to make sacrifice after sacrifice, you might actually get NOTICED in this God-damned business! No, because you had EVERYTHING you've ever achieved in this business HANDED to you by people with more talent than you could ever DREAM OF! You've taken the easy road to the top your entire career, and now you think you're all that? You THINK you deserve to call yourself the best, Jarrett? To be the FACE of this BUSINESS? Well you DON'T."

Jones would state quite boldly, a smug smirk happening upon his clean-cut face soon after. Running a hand through his hair, Harry would take a moment, and a breath, before continuing on.

"Some may understand me, some will not. My entire career has had more downs than ups. I've sustained many injuries, endured many politics backstage, and I've been screwed out of so many opportunities. I want change to happen ... I want my career to turn around and finally reach to new heights. I want to win championships, I want to headline shows, I want to main event Pay-Per-Views, I want to have fun, again." [Jones pauses for a brief moment as his hands are clamped together. He looks to the side before facing the camera again.] "Years and years and years ... Of trying to recover from the bull[CENSORED!] "The politics, the favorites games, IT ALL ENDS HERE, TONIGHT! I've been rotting in the back for weeks, I've been wrestling with guys who's personality resembles to a freakin' pencil, and now the wait is finally over. The people are finally going to get their money's worth. For the first time in this company's history, they're going to witness something actually exciting and entertaining. Not a Jericho orgy in the showers, not a poor forgettable Matt Xtreme debut, not a recycled Venom promo, but they're going to witness a man who's going to electrify this company. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days a year, three hundred and sixty six on leap year. No, it won't be Jarrett Calloway and his legion of bed-wetting cheering him on, wondering why their giny tingles every time he makes a TV appearance. Because after tonight, lets face it, nobody is going to remember or give a lousy DAMN about any of those names. They'll be on their way back to the indy cicrcuit sipping out of their cheap tap water, watching their god awful football teams, and they'll seize to exist. You can say that I'm talking out my ass, B.S-ing everybody, but when it's time to lace up those boots and walk down that aisle ... It's ball game. I'm ready to bring it whether these people boo or cheer me. THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER HARRY JONES! And tonight, I will reinforce that statement! So Jarrett Calloway, get your ass out here and confront me like a man! No backstage politics, no more games; just you and me in front of my home crowd!"

TBC by Jarrett - Play it out like it is a Live ECCW World Tour Event from Harry's hometown.

[There is a moment of silence before Jarrett Calloway's music hits, which obviously garners cheers from the loyal ECCW fans in attendance. He comes out to the ring wearing street clothes and holding a microphone. He doesn't waste any time before speaking, as he does his usual "talking while walking" down the ramp towards the ring.]

"Sorry I'm late, it must be the time zone. Either that or it's this horrible town that made me late."

[There are quite a number of boos after the last comment.]

"Don't get me wrong, folks. It's a beautiful place, the kind of place you'd like to vacation to. The reason it's horrible is the simple fact that this place produced such an egotistical and untalented ingrate such as yourself, Harry. I'd like to think that if this place didn't exist that you wouldn't either. And wouldn't that be a blessing? I mean, without you, there'd be nobody challenging my spot as the best in the world. Again, don't get me wrong. I don't see you as a challenge because you're any good, I see you as competition. Only because you're endlessly coming out here to feed your own ego and attempt and attempt and attempt to make your own self believe that you're worth something to the industry. But in reality, it could do just fine without you holding it down. All of this is just you being cocky and trying to make yourself believe in yourself. Nobody else does. Even with those cheers and chants you talk about, they're just misguided. We live in a gullible world, where you can tell a person the sky is red and they wouldn't even look up to notice it isn't. And this is a similar case, which sees you coming down to my ring all the time and begging everybody to believe you're the best in the world. And because you claim that you are, everybody here eats it up. But just because it comes out of your mouth and just because these quote-unquote "fans" of yours chant your name doesn't make you the best in anything but fibbing. Your lies are transparent because I can see the truth. I know I'm not the only one out there that claims to know the truth, but I know the real truth. I may not know of a circumstancial conspiracy happening backstage, or a political screwjob. I don't know about any of these things ECCW is so often accused of, but I do know that you are a liar. Every time you say you're the best, which you do far too often, it's a lie. You're far from the best! And since we like to repeat things out here as I see, how about I repeat that you're nothing more than a second rate wrestler, a second rate entertainer, and a second rate human being. I can't stand the way you come out here like you own the place. But how can you actually believe you're the best in anything? Look, your own father turned his back on you and wanted you stripped of that EFNW World title. You know why you still have it? Because I told him to let you have your fun. Because once I'm through with you, and you know there will come a day where I corner you and we fight like men, you won't be able to walk, let alone win another championship. And then you won't even be able to be second rate anymore, you'll be the nobody you used to be. Because the best in the world is not Surge. It's not Dan Maskell. It's not Cyrus Black. And it's certainly not Harry Jones. Which leaves one contender ... me. Me and only me. You always tell these people that I've never earned a thing. Well, let me tell you something. Back when EFNW was created, it was a time when your father still liked you. And your father was the boss. And then all of a sudden ... you become a world champion. And then again. And again. And again. You remind me of a certain Demon ... you know what, nevermind that. But anyway, I found it to be ever so ironic that your daddy was the boss and you were his favorite and it showed. But me on the other hand, I didn't want to be held back like that for no reason. That's why I came to ECCW and that is why I have been with this company every single day since it was made. Unlike you, my father has never worked for the company I've competed in! I was not hired by a relative, I was not given title shots or titles by relatives, and I've never been handed anything! Well ... except for this ECCW World Championship, but mind you ... I was given this by your own father! Because even your own blood realizes that you are complete and utter garbage! He understands that I am the true best in the world and there is nothing you can say or do, nobody you can beat, and no match you can put on that will ever change that fact! I've worked and worked and worked in this business and that's not something you can take away from me! You think you're so great! "Ooh, I'm Harry Jones and I jumped off a 15-foot ladder!" Well guess what? I'm Jarrett Calloway and jumped off a 30-foot cell! "Ooh, I'm Harry Jones and I took a big bump on a hard canvas!" Well, I'm Jarrett Calloway and I've taken a big bump on an announce table. I've fallen to this canvas, I've fallen off ladders, off cells, and off tables. I've given my body to this company just to give back to these people and you're an idiot to think I have not! But you?! You are the scum of this industry! You haven't done enough to even stand across from me in this ring! I feel disrespected and even offended to even be here right now! So why don't you stop pandering to these people and telling them lies about who is the best. Because the best in the world doesn't talk about being the best. The best in the world actually shows the world he IS the best. And so far, I haven't seen a thing from you. So I'll tell you what. How about you roll right out of this ring and you come back to me and stand face to face before me once you are actually worth my time! Because right now, I don't even see a purpose in fighting you. Don't get me wrong, I'd be more than happy to put you out of your misery. But right now, you aren't even ready. So right now, I'm not asking you, I'm demanding you leave my ring this instant. Feel free to return sometime in the future when I might ... just might ... actually give a damn about what comes out of your mouth."