EFNW Wrestling >> "Chronicles of Extreme"

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Omega is walking around backstage, in his ring gear, wearing sunglasses and a leather jackset over it.

[Robert Robinson walks by him, wearing a much better pair of sunglasses.]

RR: "Hey there big guy. Nice shades, but...haha...I think mine look better."

Omega: Really? Your gonna go on about having better sunglasses? Well, its the only thing you have thats better than me, so you might as well boast.

[RR laughs a bit and scratches his nose.]

RR: "Hey man, relax. I was just doing a bit of commentary and being proud o' mah sunglasses."

"But you haven't even seen what I can do, so isn't it a little too early to make assumptions like that?"


off: Is Omega already feuding with someone? xD

OFF: Right now I have Omega just thinking about dishing out punishment until he feels ready for a World Title match, then he'll make the challenge.

Omega: I don't care what you were doing, I can guarantee the only thing you have thats better than mine is those sunglasses.

off: Can we feud a bit before you do that? Need someone to feud with. xP

RR: "You seem really confident in your ability big guy. Y'know what? I feel the same thing about you. Not only are my sunglasses better than yours, I can also guarantee that everything else about me is better than yours. Except possibly, steroid intake. Coz damn, you are a freak of nature."

OFF: Already did a promo to start that, sorry.

Omega: I've gone through this multiple times, I hit the gym, more than normal, but I hit the gym and get BUFF. And as for being better than me, how long you been wrestling? 3 months? I've been wrestling for years!

off: Well fuck.

RR: "Oh really? I don't know man...I'm not saying you're lying or anything, but you really seem like the type to pay off those wellness people to you're immune to their crap. And I've been wrestling for years too pal. I just joined EFNW now. And while you were busting your ass until you've become a total beef bowl, I've been busy perfecting my SKILLS. And in wrestling, you know that skill definitely matters more than power."

Omega exhales loudly to show frustration.

Omega: When I'm not walking around or lifting weights, you know what I'm doing? Working on skills. You see, working in the ring helps perfect your skills, and when your in the wrestling business for a long time, you perfect them in the ring, so you don't NEED to work on them backstage anymore.

RR: "Perfect...you think you have perfect skills? Hey, that's fine by me bro. But the thing about being perfect is...that's your limit. I'm not perfect, so I improve each time, both in practice and in the ring itself. I break my limits every time man. But hey, if you're looking to see who the better man is, like everyone else here, then we settle it in the ring too. Wanna know why? Cause we're wrestlers of course!"

off: Yayz

Omega looks Robinson up and down before laughing.

Omega: Your not ready yet. Improve a little more and maybe we'll talk.

Omega walks away.

OFF: We can start the feud after a few more wins from Omega.[/center]

off: Okay.

RR: "Hmph. I'll definitely do that."

[He walks away in the opposite direction.]

Angel Rodriguez is looking for Alex Nova backstage

Twista XL arrives like a champ. Oh wait []

Cyrus looks at the match card, EHW Title on his shoulder and a smile on his face.

Cyrus Black: Harry Jones is so going to die tonight. Jarrett too, since his unoriginal ass will probably come out to take a cheap shot. Maybe I'll just go ahead and end the war in one fell swoop!

Marcelo Evans arrives at the arena, high as fuck. He can't stop giggling no matter how hard he tries, until he sees the match card.

"Phil Brilliance? I already beat him though. I need a bagel."

Marcelo Evans then heads off on a mystical quest to find Surge. Surely Surge would know where to get a bagel.

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Marcelo Evans arrives at the arena, high as fuck. He can't stop giggling no matter how hard he tries, until he sees the match card.

"Phil Brilliance? I already beat him though. I need a bagel."

Marcelo Evans then heads off on a mystical quest to find Surge. Surely Surge would know where to get a bagel.

Surge is in his locker room, eating a bagel.

"Fucking love these bagels. With the toast, the butter and all that shit. Good-ass bagel..."

Twista's trolling A-Rod. And is thinking about boobs.

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Twista's trolling A-Rod. And is thinking about boobs.

Cyrus knocks on Twista's locker room door. When Twista opens it, he's a bit taken aback by the smile on Cyrus's face.

Cyrus Black: Guess why I'm so happy right now.

Ali Walker: *walking around backstage*

Fang: *walking around backstage*

Harry Jones is sitting down in the middle of the hallway, listening to the newest Rise Against album for his pre-match warm up. Suddenly, Jones is approached by _______

TBC by Marik

Hazza wrote:

Harry Jones is sitting down in the middle of the hallway, listening to the newest Rise Against album for his pre-match warm up. Suddenly, Jones is approached by _______

TBC by Marik

Surge, you fucking idiot. It's fucking Surge. Like, why the fuck would someone put a space if Marik is deciding it? IT'S FUCKING SURGE!! LIKE, FUCK!! He's looking all badass, though. With a badass black wife-beater, some badass black jeans and his totally kinda-ripped physique. Think Future Trunks, just with a badass mask. Yea...so badass. Since it's not specified if Harry's got a radio or an MP3, Surge assumes it's an MP3...Surge grabs the player while Harry's moshing out and raises the volume to full...

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Harry Jones is sitting down in the middle of the hallway, listening to the newest Rise Against album for his pre-match warm up. Suddenly, Jones is approached by _______

TBC by Marik

Surge, you fucking idiot. It's fucking Surge. Like, why the fuck would someone put a space if Marik is deciding it? IT'S FUCKING SURGE!! LIKE, FUCK!! He's looking all badass, though. With a badass black wife-beater, some badass black jeans and his totally kinda-ripped physique. Think Future Trunks, just with a badass mask. Yea...so badass. Since it's not specified if Harry's got a radio or an MP3, Surge assumes it's an MP3...Surge grabs the player while Harry's moshing out and raises the volume to full...

"ARGH, MEN'S ASSES!", cries Jones out of instinct after possibly bursting an ear drum.

Harry throws the iPod - yeah, he has a motherfucking iPod because he isn't a homeless fag like Hardcore Dem - AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, fuck, I mean Surge! But in all seriousness, Harry is pissed off.

Harry Jones: "What the hell do you want, Surge?"

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Harry Jones is sitting down in the middle of the hallway, listening to the newest Rise Against album for his pre-match warm up. Suddenly, Jones is approached by _______

TBC by Marik

Surge, you fucking idiot. It's fucking Surge. Like, why the fuck would someone put a space if Marik is deciding it? IT'S FUCKING SURGE!! LIKE, FUCK!! He's looking all badass, though. With a badass black wife-beater, some badass black jeans and his totally kinda-ripped physique. Think Future Trunks, just with a badass mask. Yea...so badass. Since it's not specified if Harry's got a radio or an MP3, Surge assumes it's an MP3...Surge grabs the player while Harry's moshing out and raises the volume to full...

You could have had Dr. Butcher walk up. Or one of Surge's many hoes. Or David Arquette.

Hazza wrote:

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Harry Jones is sitting down in the middle of the hallway, listening to the newest Rise Against album for his pre-match warm up. Suddenly, Jones is approached by _______

TBC by Marik

Surge, you fucking idiot. It's fucking Surge. Like, why the fuck would someone put a space if Marik is deciding it? IT'S FUCKING SURGE!! LIKE, FUCK!! He's looking all badass, though. With a badass black wife-beater, some badass black jeans and his totally kinda-ripped physique. Think Future Trunks, just with a badass mask. Yea...so badass. Since it's not specified if Harry's got a radio or an MP3, Surge assumes it's an MP3...Surge grabs the player while Harry's moshing out and raises the volume to full...

"ARGH, MEN'S ASSES!", cries Jones out of instinct after possibly bursting an ear drum.

Harry throws the iPod - yeah, he has a motherfucking iPod because he isn't a homeless fag like Hardcore Dem - AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, fuck, I mean Surge! But in all seriousness, Harry is pissed off.

Harry Jones: "What the hell do you want, Surge?"

Surge shrugs.

Surge: "I dunno. Well, actually, I do. I have a question for you. Is my dick an instrument?"

Harry looks at Surge, holding his right ear.

Surge: "'Cause your mom was blowing it last night."

Everyone around them bursts out in laughter! Surge is giving out high-fives left and right as people laugh at Harry! Except to Table. That guy's a faggot for trying to correct Surge. Eat a dick, Danny Evans.

Daniel Evans cries because Surge was mean to him. He also cries because Harry is supposed to have him feud with Michael DeJesus so he can retire already.

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Harry Jones is sitting down in the middle of the hallway, listening to the newest Rise Against album for his pre-match warm up. Suddenly, Jones is approached by _______

TBC by Marik

Surge, you fucking idiot. It's fucking Surge. Like, why the fuck would someone put a space if Marik is deciding it? IT'S FUCKING SURGE!! LIKE, FUCK!! He's looking all badass, though. With a badass black wife-beater, some badass black jeans and his totally kinda-ripped physique. Think Future Trunks, just with a badass mask. Yea...so badass. Since it's not specified if Harry's got a radio or an MP3, Surge assumes it's an MP3...Surge grabs the player while Harry's moshing out and raises the volume to full...

"ARGH, MEN'S ASSES!", cries Jones out of instinct after possibly bursting an ear drum.

Harry throws the iPod - yeah, he has a motherfucking iPod because he isn't a homeless fag like Hardcore Dem - AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, fuck, I mean Surge! But in all seriousness, Harry is pissed off.

Harry Jones: "What the hell do you want, Surge?"

Surge shrugs.

Surge: "I dunno. Well, actually, I do. I have a question for you. Is my dick an instrument?"

Harry looks at Surge, holding his right ear.

Surge: "'Cause your mom was blowing it last night."

Everyone around them bursts out in laughter! Surge is giving out high-fives left and right as people laugh at Harry! Except to Table. That guy's a faggot for trying to correct Surge. Eat a dick, Danny Evans.

Harry Jones: "Oh, so you're the one with the baby-penis! Ah, yes, it makes perfect sense now!"

Harry paces around Surge as everybody in the room makes an "Oooooo" sound.

Harry Jones: "But in all seriousness, you need to get out. I don't want to be seen with a two-faced coward like yourself."

OT: I've got a better idea Mezza.

Hazza wrote:

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Harry Jones is sitting down in the middle of the hallway, listening to the newest Rise Against album for his pre-match warm up. Suddenly, Jones is approached by _______

TBC by Marik

Surge, you fucking idiot. It's fucking Surge. Like, why the fuck would someone put a space if Marik is deciding it? IT'S FUCKING SURGE!! LIKE, FUCK!! He's looking all badass, though. With a badass black wife-beater, some badass black jeans and his totally kinda-ripped physique. Think Future Trunks, just with a badass mask. Yea...so badass. Since it's not specified if Harry's got a radio or an MP3, Surge assumes it's an MP3...Surge grabs the player while Harry's moshing out and raises the volume to full...

"ARGH, MEN'S ASSES!", cries Jones out of instinct after possibly bursting an ear drum.

Harry throws the iPod - yeah, he has a motherfucking iPod because he isn't a homeless fag like Hardcore Dem - AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, fuck, I mean Surge! But in all seriousness, Harry is pissed off.

Harry Jones: "What the hell do you want, Surge?"

Surge shrugs.

Surge: "I dunno. Well, actually, I do. I have a question for you. Is my dick an instrument?"

Harry looks at Surge, holding his right ear.

Surge: "'Cause your mom was blowing it last night."

Everyone around them bursts out in laughter! Surge is giving out high-fives left and right as people laugh at Harry! Except to Table. That guy's a faggot for trying to correct Surge. Eat a dick, Danny Evans.

Harry Jones: "Oh, so you're the one with the baby-penis! Ah, yes, it makes perfect sense now!"

Harry paces around Surge as everybody in the room makes an "Oooooo" sound.

Harry Jones: "But in all seriousness, you need to get out. I don't want to be seen with a two-faced coward like yourself."

Quote :

Two faces, huh?

Surge starts chuckling. Harry and everyone else who just randomly appeared look at Surge, confused.

"Two faces, you say?", Surge asks.

He yanks up his mask, revealing the scariest fucking thing in the history of ever! Harry screams like a little girl as Surge laughs satanatically, and everyone else falls to the ground, screaming and seizuring out. In Australia, Jake Lyndon falls to the ground, holding his head and foaming at the mouth during a footy match. So does everyone else around him. Hardcore Demon is with his gang of bikers, going down the highway, as they all wipe out and scream in agony. The sky turns dark wherever it is day and light wherever it is night. Thunderstorms, tsunamis, earthquakes run wild. The entire World can be heard screaming, from Mars, as Surge keeps laughing. Explosions, gun-fire, horses and more screaming can be heard, just to name a few sounds, before Surge yanks his mask back down. Everything goes back to normal as people start to recover, trying to comprehend what just happened. Except Warren Peace and Cyrus Black, among a few select others who are strong enough to resist the power of the Hell under Surge's mask.

Quote :

Fucking hilarious...

"Who's the coward now?", Surge motions to Harry.

Everyone looks and sees Harry crapped his pants. Surge crosses his arms and chuckles a little more.

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Harry Jones is sitting down in the middle of the hallway, listening to the newest Rise Against album for his pre-match warm up. Suddenly, Jones is approached by _______

TBC by Marik

Surge, you fucking idiot. It's fucking Surge. Like, why the fuck would someone put a space if Marik is deciding it? IT'S FUCKING SURGE!! LIKE, FUCK!! He's looking all badass, though. With a badass black wife-beater, some badass black jeans and his totally kinda-ripped physique. Think Future Trunks, just with a badass mask. Yea...so badass. Since it's not specified if Harry's got a radio or an MP3, Surge assumes it's an MP3...Surge grabs the player while Harry's moshing out and raises the volume to full...

"ARGH, MEN'S ASSES!", cries Jones out of instinct after possibly bursting an ear drum.

Harry throws the iPod - yeah, he has a motherfucking iPod because he isn't a homeless fag like Hardcore Dem - AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, fuck, I mean Surge! But in all seriousness, Harry is pissed off.

Harry Jones: "What the hell do you want, Surge?"

Surge shrugs.

Surge: "I dunno. Well, actually, I do. I have a question for you. Is my dick an instrument?"

Harry looks at Surge, holding his right ear.

Surge: "'Cause your mom was blowing it last night."

Everyone around them bursts out in laughter! Surge is giving out high-fives left and right as people laugh at Harry! Except to Table. That guy's a faggot for trying to correct Surge. Eat a dick, Danny Evans.

Harry Jones: "Oh, so you're the one with the baby-penis! Ah, yes, it makes perfect sense now!"

Harry paces around Surge as everybody in the room makes an "Oooooo" sound.

Harry Jones: "But in all seriousness, you need to get out. I don't want to be seen with a two-faced coward like yourself."

Quote :

Two faces, huh?

Surge starts chuckling. Harry and everyone else who just randomly appeared look at Surge, confused.

"Two faces, you say?", Surge asks.

He yanks up his mask, revealing the scariest fucking thing in the history of ever! Harry screams like a little girl as Surge laughs satanatically, and everyone else falls to the ground, screaming and seizuring out. In Australia, Jake Lyndon falls to the ground, holding his head and foaming at the mouth during a footy match. So does everyone else around him. Hardcore Demon is with his gang of bikers, going down the highway, as they all wipe out and scream in agony. The sky turns dark wherever it is day and light wherever it is night. Thunderstorms, tsunamis, earthquakes run wild. The entire World can be heard screaming, from Mars, as Surge keeps laughing. Explosions, gun-fire, horses and more screaming can be heard, just to name a few sounds, before Surge yanks his mask back down. Everything goes back to normal as people start to recover, trying to comprehend what just happened. Except Warren Peace and Cyrus Black, among a few select others who are strong enough to resist the power of the Hell under Surge's mask.

Quote :

Fucking hilarious...

"Who's the coward now?", Surge motions to Harry.

Everyone looks and sees Harry crapped his pants. Surge crosses his arms and chuckles a little more.

Cyrus walks by, EHW World Title on his shoulder. He notices the look on Harry's face and sees Surge.

Cyrus Black: You showed him what was under the mask, didn't you?

Surge nods as Cyrus continues.

Cyrus Black: By the way, what made you cheapshot me before Zero Tolerance? I've been wondering that for days now.

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Marik, the Rapist wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Harry Jones is sitting down in the middle of the hallway, listening to the newest Rise Against album for his pre-match warm up. Suddenly, Jones is approached by _______

TBC by Marik

Surge, you fucking idiot. It's fucking Surge. Like, why the fuck would someone put a space if Marik is deciding it? IT'S FUCKING SURGE!! LIKE, FUCK!! He's looking all badass, though. With a badass black wife-beater, some badass black jeans and his totally kinda-ripped physique. Think Future Trunks, just with a badass mask. Yea...so badass. Since it's not specified if Harry's got a radio or an MP3, Surge assumes it's an MP3...Surge grabs the player while Harry's moshing out and raises the volume to full...

"ARGH, MEN'S ASSES!", cries Jones out of instinct after possibly bursting an ear drum.

Harry throws the iPod - yeah, he has a motherfucking iPod because he isn't a homeless fag like Hardcore Dem - AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, fuck, I mean Surge! But in all seriousness, Harry is pissed off.

Harry Jones: "What the hell do you want, Surge?"

Surge shrugs.

Surge: "I dunno. Well, actually, I do. I have a question for you. Is my dick an instrument?"

Harry looks at Surge, holding his right ear.

Surge: "'Cause your mom was blowing it last night."

Everyone around them bursts out in laughter! Surge is giving out high-fives left and right as people laugh at Harry! Except to Table. That guy's a faggot for trying to correct Surge. Eat a dick, Danny Evans.

Harry Jones: "Oh, so you're the one with the baby-penis! Ah, yes, it makes perfect sense now!"

Harry paces around Surge as everybody in the room makes an "Oooooo" sound.

Harry Jones: "But in all seriousness, you need to get out. I don't want to be seen with a two-faced coward like yourself."

Quote :

Two faces, huh?

Surge starts chuckling. Harry and everyone else who just randomly appeared look at Surge, confused.

"Two faces, you say?", Surge asks.

He yanks up his mask, revealing the scariest fucking thing in the history of ever! Harry screams like a little girl as Surge laughs satanatically, and everyone else falls to the ground, screaming and seizuring out. In Australia, Jake Lyndon falls to the ground, holding his head and foaming at the mouth during a footy match. So does everyone else around him. Hardcore Demon is with his gang of bikers, going down the highway, as they all wipe out and scream in agony. The sky turns dark wherever it is day and light wherever it is night. Thunderstorms, tsunamis, earthquakes run wild. The entire World can be heard screaming, from Mars, as Surge keeps laughing. Explosions, gun-fire, horses and more screaming can be heard, just to name a few sounds, before Surge yanks his mask back down. Everything goes back to normal as people start to recover, trying to comprehend what just happened. Except Warren Peace and Cyrus Black, among a few select others who are strong enough to resist the power of the Hell under Surge's mask.

Quote :

Fucking hilarious...

"Who's the coward now?", Surge motions to Harry.

Everyone looks and sees Harry crapped his pants. Surge crosses his arms and chuckles a little more.

Harry wipes the vomit off of his chin and retorts, "Wow, my mum has no standards, legit."

The small crowd attending this confrontation manage to muster an 'Oooo' sound, despite recovering from the site of Surge's repulsive face.

Harry Jones: "You're still the coward, Surge. Not only did you turn your back on Cyrus Black, but you turned your back on the millions and millions of die-hard fans who payed their hard-earned money to see you fight. Everybody loved you; hell, even I respected you! Yeah, I guess it is a real shame that you turned out to be a spineless little bitch!"

Harry takes a step closer to Surge, the gap between the two becoming minimal.

Harry Jones: "That's all you've ever been, and all you ever will be ... Just a little bitch. Now, I've got to go prepare for a match with Cyrus Black."

Harry pushes Surge aside and walks towards the door.