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OFF Finally getting a chance to reply Tim

"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria plays as the crowd comes unglued for the Extreme Heavyweight Champion of the World. Indeed, Cyrus emerges from behind the curtain to a raucous ovation that threatens to almost drown out his entrance theme. Cyrus, title belt on his shoulder, paces back and forth at the top of the entrance ramp as he grabs a nearby microphone from a stagehand. His theme dies down, but the crowd keeps chanting his name as Cyrus simply stares at Dustin in the ring, a crazed look in his eyes.

Cyrus Black: Just so that I understand something...you're challenging me? To a match...on an ECCW PPV? Well, before I even try to dignify that with an appropriate answer, I would just like to know one thing...who in the bloody hell are you?

Cyrus's rabid fans pop at The Exile's rather pointed insult, making more noise than the Dustin Shore fans in the audience.

Cyrus Black: Seriously, who the hell are you? I admit, I appreciate the sheer size of gonads you have to have to challenge me to anything considering that, if it wasn't for Twista XL kicking me in the head for no adequately-explained reason, I would've beaten your sorry, saggy ass eight times over and moved on with my day. But who the hell are you or anybody to tell me what I do when, where, or how? I've made it perfectly clear that I will crash ECCW on my own volition, at a time of my own choosing. But I hear now that I'm apparently a special guest referee for the match between two of my students on an ECCW PPV? Yeah, I got a call from ECCW's Board of Directors...and, I might add, not the Jerichos...asking if I wanted to do such a thing, but I rather poignantly told them "no." Not because I have a problem showing up on a show and getting paid, but because I don't want what will surely be an epic encounter between my former proteges to be smeared by the storyline-regurgitating creative team of ECCW's insistence on using this match as a way to say "Who will Cyrus side with? Can he call it down the middle? Will he stab one of his students in the back?"

Cyrus runs his fingers through his hair as he snarls.

Cyrus Black: I do NOT want to be the center of attention for that match. I want Angel and Casey to settle their differences like men and make the match about them like it should be! With me in there, the promotional machine of ECCW will play me up instead of playing them up! Oh, but not that ECCW has ever really cared all that much about what the wrestlers want...no, they'll book things and bring people in against their wishes to push their brand and not their talent. Hell, I have half a mind to sue ECCW for booking me as the guest referee against my wishes! But with a little bit of luck and a heaping helping of sense, they'll see the error of their ways and take me out of the match and let Angel and Casey put on a show.

Cyrus then starts to laugh as he points to Dustin Shore.

Cyrus Black: And as if that wasn't bad enough, I now have an ECCW superstar calling me out to a match on an ECCW PPV. Look, Dustin, I'm sure you're pretty talented and, against anybody except me, you'd give them one hell of a fight and win a few matches here and there. But you see, you're no better than the Jerichos. You want to control this little fiasco between you and me just like the Jerichos want to control when I show up, what I say when I show up, and what I do when I show up. Hell, until this little debacle of a war came up between ECCW and EFNW, I was rather content not ever showing up in ECCW ever again. But now, thanks the ever-growing incompetence of both Jarrett Calloway and Harry Jones, I feel it is necessary to address certain issues that have arisen due to this conflict. But that will happen when I choose...not Jarrett, not the Jerichos...and certainly not you. You want to fight me at ECCW Powerplay? Yeah...no. I'm not about to compete for ECCW until the time is right and this war is dead and gone. I have many, MANY other things to concern myself with in the immediate future, not the least of these being my title for title match against Twista XL as EFNW's No More Sorrow. So yeah...I have neither the time nor the patience for the likes of you...

Cyrus pauses as he muses to himself before flashing a wicked grin.

Cyrus Black: That is...unless...

Cyrus T wrote:

"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria plays as the crowd comes unglued for the Extreme Heavyweight Champion of the World. Indeed, Cyrus emerges from behind the curtain to a raucous ovation that threatens to almost drown out his entrance theme. Cyrus, title belt on his shoulder, paces back and forth at the top of the entrance ramp as he grabs a nearby microphone from a stagehand. His theme dies down, but the crowd keeps chanting his name as Cyrus simply stares at Dustin in the ring, a crazed look in his eyes.

Cyrus Black: Just so that I understand something...you're challenging me? To a match...on an ECCW PPV? Well, before I even try to dignify that with an appropriate answer, I would just like to know one thing...who in the bloody hell are you?

Cyrus's rabid fans pop at The Exile's rather pointed insult, making more noise than the Dustin Shore fans in the audience.

Cyrus Black: Seriously, who the hell are you? I admit, I appreciate the sheer size of gonads you have to have to challenge me to anything considering that, if it wasn't for Twista XL kicking me in the head for no adequately-explained reason, I would've beaten your sorry, saggy ass eight times over and moved on with my day. But who the hell are you or anybody to tell me what I do when, where, or how? I've made it perfectly clear that I will crash ECCW on my own volition, at a time of my own choosing. But I hear now that I'm apparently a special guest referee for the match between two of my students on an ECCW PPV? Yeah, I got a call from ECCW's Board of Directors...and, I might add, not the Jerichos...asking if I wanted to do such a thing, but I rather poignantly told them "no." Not because I have a problem showing up on a show and getting paid, but because I don't want what will surely be an epic encounter between my former proteges to be smeared by the storyline-regurgitating creative team of ECCW's insistence on using this match as a way to say "Who will Cyrus side with? Can he call it down the middle? Will he stab one of his students in the back?"

Cyrus runs his fingers through his hair as he snarls.

Cyrus Black: I do NOT want to be the center of attention for that match. I want Angel and Casey to settle their differences like men and make the match about them like it should be! With me in there, the promotional machine of ECCW will play me up instead of playing them up! Oh, but not that ECCW has ever really cared all that much about what the wrestlers want...no, they'll book things and bring people in against their wishes to push their brand and not their talent. Hell, I have half a mind to sue ECCW for booking me as the guest referee against my wishes! But with a little bit of luck and a heaping helping of sense, they'll see the error of their ways and take me out of the match and let Angel and Casey put on a show.

Cyrus then starts to laugh as he points to Dustin Shore.

Cyrus Black: And as if that wasn't bad enough, I now have an ECCW superstar calling me out to a match on an ECCW PPV. Look, Dustin, I'm sure you're pretty talented and, against anybody except me, you'd give them one hell of a fight and win a few matches here and there. But you see, you're no better than the Jerichos. You want to control this little fiasco between you and me just like the Jerichos want to control when I show up, what I say when I show up, and what I do when I show up. Hell, until this little debacle of a war came up between ECCW and EFNW, I was rather content not ever showing up in ECCW ever again. But now, thanks the ever-growing incompetence of both Jarrett Calloway and Harry Jones, I feel it is necessary to address certain issues that have arisen due to this conflict. But that will happen when I choose...not Jarrett, not the Jerichos...and certainly not you. You want to fight me at ECCW Powerplay? Yeah...no. I'm not about to compete for ECCW until the time is right and this war is dead and gone. I have many, MANY other things to concern myself with in the immediate future, not the least of these being my title for title match against Twista XL as EFNW's No More Sorrow. So yeah...I have neither the time nor the patience for the likes of you...

Cyrus pauses as he muses to himself before flashing a wicked grin.

Cyrus Black: That is...unless...

*Dustin Shore has been listening to Cyrus quietly, but as Cyrus pauses, Dustin waits a second for him to continue. When he doesn't, Dustin smiles and chuckles a bit.*

Dustin: All right, I'll bite. Unless what, Cyrus?

Oriadon wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria plays as the crowd comes unglued for the Extreme Heavyweight Champion of the World. Indeed, Cyrus emerges from behind the curtain to a raucous ovation that threatens to almost drown out his entrance theme. Cyrus, title belt on his shoulder, paces back and forth at the top of the entrance ramp as he grabs a nearby microphone from a stagehand. His theme dies down, but the crowd keeps chanting his name as Cyrus simply stares at Dustin in the ring, a crazed look in his eyes.

Cyrus Black: Just so that I understand something...you're challenging me? To a match...on an ECCW PPV? Well, before I even try to dignify that with an appropriate answer, I would just like to know one thing...who in the bloody hell are you?

Cyrus's rabid fans pop at The Exile's rather pointed insult, making more noise than the Dustin Shore fans in the audience.

Cyrus Black: Seriously, who the hell are you? I admit, I appreciate the sheer size of gonads you have to have to challenge me to anything considering that, if it wasn't for Twista XL kicking me in the head for no adequately-explained reason, I would've beaten your sorry, saggy ass eight times over and moved on with my day. But who the hell are you or anybody to tell me what I do when, where, or how? I've made it perfectly clear that I will crash ECCW on my own volition, at a time of my own choosing. But I hear now that I'm apparently a special guest referee for the match between two of my students on an ECCW PPV? Yeah, I got a call from ECCW's Board of Directors...and, I might add, not the Jerichos...asking if I wanted to do such a thing, but I rather poignantly told them "no." Not because I have a problem showing up on a show and getting paid, but because I don't want what will surely be an epic encounter between my former proteges to be smeared by the storyline-regurgitating creative team of ECCW's insistence on using this match as a way to say "Who will Cyrus side with? Can he call it down the middle? Will he stab one of his students in the back?"

Cyrus runs his fingers through his hair as he snarls.

Cyrus Black: I do NOT want to be the center of attention for that match. I want Angel and Casey to settle their differences like men and make the match about them like it should be! With me in there, the promotional machine of ECCW will play me up instead of playing them up! Oh, but not that ECCW has ever really cared all that much about what the wrestlers want...no, they'll book things and bring people in against their wishes to push their brand and not their talent. Hell, I have half a mind to sue ECCW for booking me as the guest referee against my wishes! But with a little bit of luck and a heaping helping of sense, they'll see the error of their ways and take me out of the match and let Angel and Casey put on a show.

Cyrus then starts to laugh as he points to Dustin Shore.

Cyrus Black: And as if that wasn't bad enough, I now have an ECCW superstar calling me out to a match on an ECCW PPV. Look, Dustin, I'm sure you're pretty talented and, against anybody except me, you'd give them one hell of a fight and win a few matches here and there. But you see, you're no better than the Jerichos. You want to control this little fiasco between you and me just like the Jerichos want to control when I show up, what I say when I show up, and what I do when I show up. Hell, until this little debacle of a war came up between ECCW and EFNW, I was rather content not ever showing up in ECCW ever again. But now, thanks the ever-growing incompetence of both Jarrett Calloway and Harry Jones, I feel it is necessary to address certain issues that have arisen due to this conflict. But that will happen when I choose...not Jarrett, not the Jerichos...and certainly not you. You want to fight me at ECCW Powerplay? Yeah...no. I'm not about to compete for ECCW until the time is right and this war is dead and gone. I have many, MANY other things to concern myself with in the immediate future, not the least of these being my title for title match against Twista XL as EFNW's No More Sorrow. So yeah...I have neither the time nor the patience for the likes of you...

Cyrus pauses as he muses to himself before flashing a wicked grin.

Cyrus Black: That is...unless...

*Dustin Shore has been listening to Cyrus quietly, but as Cyrus pauses, Dustin waits a second for him to continue. When he doesn't, Dustin smiles and chuckles a bit.*

Dustin: All right, I'll bite. Unless what, Cyrus?

Cyrus smirks.

Cyrus Black: It's been a long time since I've had an opportunity to show people why they call me the Messiah of Hardcore...even longer since ECCW has beared witness to that. And as long as you're willing to bet on behalf of ECCW Management, I think we can work out a deal.

Cyrus holds up one finger.

Cyrus Black: First, if I agree to this match, I want something out of it. If I agree to this match and I win, I want the Jericho's sworn word and written contract that I will be allowed ten uninterrupted minutes of mic time at my convenience to address the ECCW crowd. And that means no cut mic, no cutting to commerical, no 350 pound bouncer trying to get me to leave the ring before I'm done speaking. Of course, I don't expect you or the Jerichos to agree to this stipulation unless I ante up. So if I agree to the match and lose, then ECCW will never see or hear from me ever again.

Cyrus then holds up a second finger.

Cyrus Black: Second, since I want to make sure that I am given full free reign to beat the ever-loving hell out of you and wash the taste of Twista's boot and losing to you out of my mouth, I want no disqualifications. I want no countouts. I want no interruptions or anything. To put it bluntly, Shore...I want a Street Fight. If you're man enough to accept these terms, then I'll be more than happy to sign a one-day contract with ECCW and compete at PowerPlay.

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[Robert Robinson is preparing a promo just for Omega.]


[Simon Slayer is looking for ANYONE to feud with.]

*El Amazo walks up to Simon Slayer, eating a taco through his mask*
Amazo: ¡Hola!

off: It's time I become active again.

[Simon Slayer, who was just recently feeling desperate to make someone shed some blood, has become excited that someone has conversed with him. He flashes Amazo a friendly smile.]

Simon: "And who might you be?"

Amazo: Soy El Amazo. ¿Y tu?

Simon: "Amazo huh? I don't think I've ever heard that name in here before. Are you new here? And...I'm afraid my Spanish is a bit limited. If this conversation ever gets more complicated, I don't think I can manage. You seem to understand what I'm saying though."

[SS gives him a friendly smile.]

Amazo: Sí, mientras que yo no hablo Inglés I lo entiendo muy bien. Parece que no entienden el español, por lo que puedo decir lo que quiera sobre usted. Gilipollas.

[Simon does a quick google translate on his phone.]

Simon: "I'd say that wasn't very nice, but that would be hypocrisy on my part."

[Simon smirks and pulls out a dagger, which he licks. His tongue bleeds as he licks the blade.]

Cyrus T wrote:

Oriadon wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria plays as the crowd comes unglued for the Extreme Heavyweight Champion of the World. Indeed, Cyrus emerges from behind the curtain to a raucous ovation that threatens to almost drown out his entrance theme. Cyrus, title belt on his shoulder, paces back and forth at the top of the entrance ramp as he grabs a nearby microphone from a stagehand. His theme dies down, but the crowd keeps chanting his name as Cyrus simply stares at Dustin in the ring, a crazed look in his eyes.

Cyrus Black: Just so that I understand something...you're challenging me? To a match...on an ECCW PPV? Well, before I even try to dignify that with an appropriate answer, I would just like to know one thing...who in the bloody hell are you?

Cyrus's rabid fans pop at The Exile's rather pointed insult, making more noise than the Dustin Shore fans in the audience.

Cyrus Black: Seriously, who the hell are you? I admit, I appreciate the sheer size of gonads you have to have to challenge me to anything considering that, if it wasn't for Twista XL kicking me in the head for no adequately-explained reason, I would've beaten your sorry, saggy ass eight times over and moved on with my day. But who the hell are you or anybody to tell me what I do when, where, or how? I've made it perfectly clear that I will crash ECCW on my own volition, at a time of my own choosing. But I hear now that I'm apparently a special guest referee for the match between two of my students on an ECCW PPV? Yeah, I got a call from ECCW's Board of Directors...and, I might add, not the Jerichos...asking if I wanted to do such a thing, but I rather poignantly told them "no." Not because I have a problem showing up on a show and getting paid, but because I don't want what will surely be an epic encounter between my former proteges to be smeared by the storyline-regurgitating creative team of ECCW's insistence on using this match as a way to say "Who will Cyrus side with? Can he call it down the middle? Will he stab one of his students in the back?"

Cyrus runs his fingers through his hair as he snarls.

Cyrus Black: I do NOT want to be the center of attention for that match. I want Angel and Casey to settle their differences like men and make the match about them like it should be! With me in there, the promotional machine of ECCW will play me up instead of playing them up! Oh, but not that ECCW has ever really cared all that much about what the wrestlers want...no, they'll book things and bring people in against their wishes to push their brand and not their talent. Hell, I have half a mind to sue ECCW for booking me as the guest referee against my wishes! But with a little bit of luck and a heaping helping of sense, they'll see the error of their ways and take me out of the match and let Angel and Casey put on a show.

Cyrus then starts to laugh as he points to Dustin Shore.

Cyrus Black: And as if that wasn't bad enough, I now have an ECCW superstar calling me out to a match on an ECCW PPV. Look, Dustin, I'm sure you're pretty talented and, against anybody except me, you'd give them one hell of a fight and win a few matches here and there. But you see, you're no better than the Jerichos. You want to control this little fiasco between you and me just like the Jerichos want to control when I show up, what I say when I show up, and what I do when I show up. Hell, until this little debacle of a war came up between ECCW and EFNW, I was rather content not ever showing up in ECCW ever again. But now, thanks the ever-growing incompetence of both Jarrett Calloway and Harry Jones, I feel it is necessary to address certain issues that have arisen due to this conflict. But that will happen when I choose...not Jarrett, not the Jerichos...and certainly not you. You want to fight me at ECCW Powerplay? Yeah...no. I'm not about to compete for ECCW until the time is right and this war is dead and gone. I have many, MANY other things to concern myself with in the immediate future, not the least of these being my title for title match against Twista XL as EFNW's No More Sorrow. So yeah...I have neither the time nor the patience for the likes of you...

Cyrus pauses as he muses to himself before flashing a wicked grin.

Cyrus Black: That is...unless...

*Dustin Shore has been listening to Cyrus quietly, but as Cyrus pauses, Dustin waits a second for him to continue. When he doesn't, Dustin smiles and chuckles a bit.*

Dustin: All right, I'll bite. Unless what, Cyrus?

Cyrus smirks.

Cyrus Black: It's been a long time since I've had an opportunity to show people why they call me the Messiah of Hardcore...even longer since ECCW has beared witness to that. And as long as you're willing to bet on behalf of ECCW Management, I think we can work out a deal.

Cyrus holds up one finger.

Cyrus Black: First, if I agree to this match, I want something out of it. If I agree to this match and I win, I want the Jericho's sworn word and written contract that I will be allowed ten uninterrupted minutes of mic time at my convenience to address the ECCW crowd. And that means no cut mic, no cutting to commerical, no 350 pound bouncer trying to get me to leave the ring before I'm done speaking. Of course, I don't expect you or the Jerichos to agree to this stipulation unless I ante up. So if I agree to the match and lose, then ECCW will never see or hear from me ever again.

Cyrus then holds up a second finger.

Cyrus Black: Second, since I want to make sure that I am given full free reign to beat the ever-loving hell out of you and wash the taste of Twista's boot and losing to you out of my mouth, I want no disqualifications. I want no countouts. I want no interruptions or anything. To put it bluntly, Shore...I want a Street Fight. If you're man enough to accept these terms, then I'll be more than happy to sign a one-day contract with ECCW and compete at PowerPlay.

Dustin: This Pay-Per-View is a joint thing between our companies, you don't need to sign an ECCW anything. You simply have to say 'yes', and show up on December 11th. As for your terms...consider them met. You beat me, ten minutes of mic time are yours whenever you want it, if you tell us beforehand. I see no reason to be afraid of what you have to say, and I don't think the Jerichos should either.

So, you want a Street Fight? Your nickname 'The Messiah of Hardcore', is probably well-earned. But I need to make sure you understand something: DO NOT underestimate me. I come out here, and I find it easiest to keep a level head in front of my fans. A lot of people think I'm soft for it. But when I want a victory, I'll do whatever I need to do to get it. No mercy, no remorse, so do not expect this to be a cakewalk. I'm one of the most intelligent, creative guys under contract at ECCW, and that isn't me bragging. A street fight is always a good platform to show off creativity.

Oh, and as far as toying with me on EFNW, I and everyone here knows you are full of shit. But, I wouldn't expect an exile to know anything about respect. You act like I'm beneath you, but you know I beat the hell out of you, and honestly, I'm looking forward to getting the chance to do it again.

Oriadon wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Oriadon wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria plays as the crowd comes unglued for the Extreme Heavyweight Champion of the World. Indeed, Cyrus emerges from behind the curtain to a raucous ovation that threatens to almost drown out his entrance theme. Cyrus, title belt on his shoulder, paces back and forth at the top of the entrance ramp as he grabs a nearby microphone from a stagehand. His theme dies down, but the crowd keeps chanting his name as Cyrus simply stares at Dustin in the ring, a crazed look in his eyes.

Cyrus Black: Just so that I understand something...you're challenging me? To a match...on an ECCW PPV? Well, before I even try to dignify that with an appropriate answer, I would just like to know one thing...who in the bloody hell are you?

Cyrus's rabid fans pop at The Exile's rather pointed insult, making more noise than the Dustin Shore fans in the audience.

Cyrus Black: Seriously, who the hell are you? I admit, I appreciate the sheer size of gonads you have to have to challenge me to anything considering that, if it wasn't for Twista XL kicking me in the head for no adequately-explained reason, I would've beaten your sorry, saggy ass eight times over and moved on with my day. But who the hell are you or anybody to tell me what I do when, where, or how? I've made it perfectly clear that I will crash ECCW on my own volition, at a time of my own choosing. But I hear now that I'm apparently a special guest referee for the match between two of my students on an ECCW PPV? Yeah, I got a call from ECCW's Board of Directors...and, I might add, not the Jerichos...asking if I wanted to do such a thing, but I rather poignantly told them "no." Not because I have a problem showing up on a show and getting paid, but because I don't want what will surely be an epic encounter between my former proteges to be smeared by the storyline-regurgitating creative team of ECCW's insistence on using this match as a way to say "Who will Cyrus side with? Can he call it down the middle? Will he stab one of his students in the back?"

Cyrus runs his fingers through his hair as he snarls.

Cyrus Black: I do NOT want to be the center of attention for that match. I want Angel and Casey to settle their differences like men and make the match about them like it should be! With me in there, the promotional machine of ECCW will play me up instead of playing them up! Oh, but not that ECCW has ever really cared all that much about what the wrestlers want...no, they'll book things and bring people in against their wishes to push their brand and not their talent. Hell, I have half a mind to sue ECCW for booking me as the guest referee against my wishes! But with a little bit of luck and a heaping helping of sense, they'll see the error of their ways and take me out of the match and let Angel and Casey put on a show.

Cyrus then starts to laugh as he points to Dustin Shore.

Cyrus Black: And as if that wasn't bad enough, I now have an ECCW superstar calling me out to a match on an ECCW PPV. Look, Dustin, I'm sure you're pretty talented and, against anybody except me, you'd give them one hell of a fight and win a few matches here and there. But you see, you're no better than the Jerichos. You want to control this little fiasco between you and me just like the Jerichos want to control when I show up, what I say when I show up, and what I do when I show up. Hell, until this little debacle of a war came up between ECCW and EFNW, I was rather content not ever showing up in ECCW ever again. But now, thanks the ever-growing incompetence of both Jarrett Calloway and Harry Jones, I feel it is necessary to address certain issues that have arisen due to this conflict. But that will happen when I choose...not Jarrett, not the Jerichos...and certainly not you. You want to fight me at ECCW Powerplay? Yeah...no. I'm not about to compete for ECCW until the time is right and this war is dead and gone. I have many, MANY other things to concern myself with in the immediate future, not the least of these being my title for title match against Twista XL as EFNW's No More Sorrow. So yeah...I have neither the time nor the patience for the likes of you...

Cyrus pauses as he muses to himself before flashing a wicked grin.

Cyrus Black: That is...unless...

*Dustin Shore has been listening to Cyrus quietly, but as Cyrus pauses, Dustin waits a second for him to continue. When he doesn't, Dustin smiles and chuckles a bit.*

Dustin: All right, I'll bite. Unless what, Cyrus?

Cyrus smirks.

Cyrus Black: It's been a long time since I've had an opportunity to show people why they call me the Messiah of Hardcore...even longer since ECCW has beared witness to that. And as long as you're willing to bet on behalf of ECCW Management, I think we can work out a deal.

Cyrus holds up one finger.

Cyrus Black: First, if I agree to this match, I want something out of it. If I agree to this match and I win, I want the Jericho's sworn word and written contract that I will be allowed ten uninterrupted minutes of mic time at my convenience to address the ECCW crowd. And that means no cut mic, no cutting to commerical, no 350 pound bouncer trying to get me to leave the ring before I'm done speaking. Of course, I don't expect you or the Jerichos to agree to this stipulation unless I ante up. So if I agree to the match and lose, then ECCW will never see or hear from me ever again.

Cyrus then holds up a second finger.

Cyrus Black: Second, since I want to make sure that I am given full free reign to beat the ever-loving hell out of you and wash the taste of Twista's boot and losing to you out of my mouth, I want no disqualifications. I want no countouts. I want no interruptions or anything. To put it bluntly, Shore...I want a Street Fight. If you're man enough to accept these terms, then I'll be more than happy to sign a one-day contract with ECCW and compete at PowerPlay.

Dustin: This Pay-Per-View is a joint thing between our companies, you don't need to sign an ECCW anything. You simply have to say 'yes', and show up on December 11th. As for your terms...consider them met. You beat me, ten minutes of mic time are yours whenever you want it, if you tell us beforehand. I see no reason to be afraid of what you have to say, and I don't think the Jerichos should either.

So, you want a Street Fight? Your nickname 'The Messiah of Hardcore', is probably well-earned. But I need to make sure you understand something: DO NOT underestimate me. I come out here, and I find it easiest to keep a level head in front of my fans. A lot of people think I'm soft for it. But when I want a victory, I'll do whatever I need to do to get it. No mercy, no remorse, so do not expect this to be a cakewalk. I'm one of the most intelligent, creative guys under contract at ECCW, and that isn't me bragging. A street fight is always a good platform to show off creativity.

Oh, and as far as toying with me on EFNW, I and everyone here knows you are full of shit. But, I wouldn't expect an exile to know anything about respect. You act like I'm beneath you, but you know I beat the hell out of you, and honestly, I'm looking forward to getting the chance to do it again.

Cyrus nonchalantly waves his hand dismissively.

Cyrus Black: Oh yeah, you really beat the hell out of me...with Twista's boot. Yeah, you're really a big man for beating me with Twista's boot to the side of my head. Stop pretending that your victory against me was anything other than pure dumb luck. As far as underestimating you...don't flatter yourself, Dustin. I don't underestimate my opponents...I merely see everybody I have to face as bodies needing to be broken until they give me a reason to think otherwise. Underestimating you implies that I am low-selling your abilities, which is hardly the case. All I'm saying is that, without Twista's boot, you were not going to be winning that match. Deny it all you want, but you were pretty much down and out when I decided to put the final Nail in the Coffin. One moonsault double foot-stomp, and I achieve victory. But again, that's in the past.

Cyrus allows the crowd to chant his name before continuing.

Cyrus Black: Oh, and if we are going to sanction this, I'm definitely going to get paid for it. Not because I need the money or care about it all that much, but if you're good at something you should never do it for free. That's why I want the contract...that, and with the contract, ECCW can't legally deny that I was at PowerPlay and kicked your ass up and down the Long and Winding Road. And on that "you need to tell us before you speak" bull crap...yeah, not going to happen. As I've continously mentioned, I'll do as I please when I feel it is time. But don't worry...your security team as inept as it is will see me walking into the arena with enough time to inform your beloved Jerichos.

Cyrus's rather magnanimous attitude shifts to a more intense expression.

Cyrus Black: And one final thing...don't ever presume to understand what it means to be an Exile. Being an Exile means seeking the Truth and enduring the consequences of your actions. Being an Exile mean forgoing the easy path for the one less taken, journeying down that path and becoming strong enough to overcome any obstacle that comes in your way. As far as my respect...you want it so badly? Then earn it. I don't give out respect for free...if you want it bad enough, you better be prepared to pay for it with a pound of your own flesh.

I'll do them all if you want...

Future TJ wrote:

I'll do them all if you want...

That would be rather manly of you, TJ.

Cyrus T wrote:

Future TJ wrote:

I'll do them all if you want...

That would be rather manly of you, TJ.

Even though I'm already pretty fucking manly, it'd be even manlier if I did them all. I shall.

Now I know what God (Marik) feels like...

Future TJ wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Future TJ wrote:

I'll do them all if you want...

That would be rather manly of you, TJ.

Even though I'm already pretty fucking manly, it'd be even manlier if I did them all. I shall.

You can never be too manly.

Cyrus T wrote:

Future TJ wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Future TJ wrote:

I'll do them all if you want...

That would be rather manly of you, TJ.

Even though I'm already pretty fucking manly, it'd be even manlier if I did them all. I shall.

You can never be too manly.

Unless your name is Joanie Laurer.

Mesa wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Future TJ wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Future TJ wrote:

I'll do them all if you want...

That would be rather manly of you, TJ.

Even though I'm already pretty fucking manly, it'd be even manlier if I did them all. I shall.

You can never be too manly.

Unless your name is Joanie Laurer.

Or Rosie O'Donnell...

*Dustin waves Cyrus off.*

Dustin: Honestly, you getting your mic time is the Jericho's issue, not mine. Same as getting paid, not my issue. Take that up with Travis Jones, the man who has you under contract and will pay all non-ECCW participants a nice fat PPV check. They see the potential in this match and they will take care of you, don't worry.

Our issue is this match, and I'm just glad you've agreed to it. While Twista did come down and kick you in the head, I didn't ask him to. The whole reason I made this challenge was because I suppose I, too, fit your definition of an Exile. Owning up to the fact that I did not defeat you cleanly. Walking the hard path by asking you to go another round, all in hopes of overcoming...you. I'll be honest, I was excited to come down and face you on EFNW, to pit myself against a man with such a legendary reputation. I mean, everyone knows the name Cyrus Black. A single match with you is something people can build careers and reputations on. When I took you on, and saw Twista kick you in the head, I had to take advantage. I wanted that victory, that single win, so badly, that I took it. But it wasn't enough for you, the fans...or me.

That was why I wanted a rematch. I'll make sure you get what you want if you win, but all I want is to face you in the ring and beat you. It is a bit confusing, as I don't feel like I've wanted a single match this badly. I've been buying into my own hype, building myself up in my own mind. When I beat you, I felt like I was on top of the world. And when everyone doubted me, called me out on it, it made me doubt myself. I won't blame losing my Legends Championship on it, but I've felt...off. I needed to right my wrong, but more importantly, and I'm being brutally honest with you, my ego has been bruised. All of this is so I can fix it, because I have a need to prove to myself and everyone that I am at the next level, to validate myself against you. I am going to do everything and anything I can to win at Powerplay.

So Cyrus, I look forward to our match at Powerplay. It is going to be a fight, no doubt. My fight. And I'm going to win at all costs, whether it is pound of my flesh...or your blood.

*Dustin walks to the corner of the ring and steps out, taking the microphone and walking towards the back.*

OT: If Cyrus has closing words, you can have Dustin stop on the ramp to listen or something.

OT: Getting a new laptop tomorrow, sorry for the short hiatus

Promo when I get back from school with Nova

Marcelo Evans is STILL looking for Travis Jones. That motherfucker might as well be living in some mansion in the Middle East.

Angel Rodriguez is in the gym.

Eric Lindgren is backstage.

Hazza wrote:

OT: Getting a new laptop tomorrow, sorry for the short hiatus

off: Lucky bastard.


[Robert Robinson is walking down the hallway. He looks as if something really good has happened to him. His good mood is broken when _______ walks up to him.]


[Simon Slayer is looking for some prey.]

Mesa wrote:

Marcelo Evans is STILL looking for Travis Jones. That motherfucker might as well be living in some mansion in the Middle East.

I'll RP when I get a new PC

Hazza wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Marcelo Evans is STILL looking for Travis Jones. That motherfucker might as well be living in some mansion in the Middle East.

I'll RP when I get a new PC

You mean when the syphilis clears up?