ECCW: Extreme Created Championship Wrestling 21.0

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.