EFNW Wrestling >> "Chronicles of Extreme"

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Heavyweight Champion, has finally returned to the EFNW Arena after his sabbatical to ECCW. He's walking down the hall and getting a lot of nods and "nice promo, Cyrus" from the stagehands and production crew when he's finally stopped by ____________

Cyrus quizzically looks at an intimidated member of the Sound & Lighting staff, before gingerly approaching the man. The petty little man takes a step backwards and trips over his own feet in the process. He motions at a small-statured figure standing behind Cyrus, who is gripping onto a steel chair like he would one of his children in a life and death situation.

"How are we today, champ?", says Harry Jones casually as he unfolds the steel chair on the concrete, before gracefully sitting on it, "Your promo wasn't too shabby; but in comparison to what I've got in store, your cute little speech is nothing but a mere disparity by design."

OT: Eh, I had written a promo stating how Harry will wrestle for both EFNW and ECCW, and all that good stuff. However, I lost that promo in the process of a power-outage, so here are some highlights. Chickentits.

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Quick Highlights from the Harry Jones Interview, Hosted by Matthew Shore

Thoughts on the Powerplay End Result?

"Despite making far more of an effort than Calloway in our rivalry, showing all cult-fans and casual fans alike that I deserved the victory; good ol' Matty Jericho was too stubborn to let me walk away with the strap. Why? Because ECCW needs to assert it's dominance by portraying Jarrett's character as Jesus fucking Christ!"

Is the Feud Between ECCW and EFNW Finished?

"The feud between both companies finished at Powerplay for sure. The heat between Jarrett and myself won't end until I rise above all expectations and defeat Calloway on ECCW Television!"

What Can We Expect From Harry Jones in the Near Future?

"A long overdue run as the ECCW Champion, which might even make ECCW entertaining again. ECCW has been lacking any value of entertainment ever since they fucked me over by making me relinquish my Terror World Championship to the overrated scrub with a Twilight fetish, aka Venom. When I take the title from Calloway, I will NEVER let Matthew Jericho take it away from me!"

Hazza wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Heavyweight Champion, has finally returned to the EFNW Arena after his sabbatical to ECCW. He's walking down the hall and getting a lot of nods and "nice promo, Cyrus" from the stagehands and production crew when he's finally stopped by ____________

Cyrus quizzically looks at an intimidated member of the Sound & Lighting staff, before gingerly approaching the man. The petty little man takes a step backwards and trips over his own feet in the process. He motions at a small-statured figure standing behind Cyrus, who is gripping onto a steel chair like he would one of his children in a life and death situation.

"How are we today, champ?", says Harry Jones casually as he unfolds the steel chair on the concrete, before gracefully sitting on it, "Your promo wasn't too shabby; but in comparison to what I've got in store, your cute little speech is nothing but a mere disparity by design."

Cyrus Black: I can pretty well imagine what it'll be...you ranting on and on about how the fans have gone and prevented you from reaching your true potential and how you've given them up and are ready to become champion again, and how I'm really just a fraud and trickster and all that good jazz. That sound about right?

Cyrus leans against a nearby wall.

Cyrus Black: Truth is, I really could care less about all of that. The way I see it, you still have to own up for your role in this little war between promotions and how pretty much every single action you took made things more stupid than they already were. And since I know that, you being an egomaniac and all, you won't at least accept that fact, I'm just going to continue reminding you ad nauseum much like you try to convince me time and time and time again that you're not just some bitter prick who can't handle the fact that he actually has competition and, in the case of me, may actually be better than him.

Cyrus T wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Heavyweight Champion, has finally returned to the EFNW Arena after his sabbatical to ECCW. He's walking down the hall and getting a lot of nods and "nice promo, Cyrus" from the stagehands and production crew when he's finally stopped by ____________

Cyrus quizzically looks at an intimidated member of the Sound & Lighting staff, before gingerly approaching the man. The petty little man takes a step backwards and trips over his own feet in the process. He motions at a small-statured figure standing behind Cyrus, who is gripping onto a steel chair like he would one of his children in a life and death situation.

"How are we today, champ?", says Harry Jones casually as he unfolds the steel chair on the concrete, before gracefully sitting on it, "Your promo wasn't too shabby; but in comparison to what I've got in store, your cute little speech is nothing but a mere disparity by design."

Cyrus Black: I can pretty well imagine what it'll be...you ranting on and on about how the fans have gone and prevented you from reaching your true potential and how you've given them up and are ready to become champion again, and how I'm really just a fraud and trickster and all that good jazz. That sound about right?

Cyrus leans against a nearby wall.

Cyrus Black: Truth is, I really could care less about all of that. The way I see it, you still have to own up for your role in this little war between promotions and how pretty much every single action you took made things more stupid than they already were. And since I know that, you being an egomaniac and all, you won't at least accept that fact, I'm just going to continue reminding you ad nauseum much like you try to convince me time and time and time again that you're not just some bitter prick who can't handle the fact that he actually has competition and, in the case of me, may actually be better than him.

Harry Jones: "Has it ever occured to you..."

In one swift motion, Jones stands up and kicks the chair half way across the room.

Harry Jones: Has it ever occured to you that you aren't God's Gift of Professional Wrestling? I know it's difficult for you to indulge; but EVERYBODY is sick and tired of your bullshit! Cyrus, when you get home I advise you to take one of your regular baths in holy water, and while you're manipulating your fans into building you your own personal shrine, I want you to stop and think, "When a wrestler or person doesn't kiss my ass, why do I feel so inclined to treat them like shit?"

Harry takes a moment to collect his thoughts, before continuing.

Harry Jones: I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you aren't a Gift from God, Black. You aren't entertaining and you certainly aren't talented, but you keep telling yourself that you are! When somebody doesn't match up to your levels in the region of 'verbal debating', you don't go out of your way to help that corrispondant out! No, you just pull a shovel out of your ass-crack and bury the person where they stand! And why? Because you are nothing but a self-obsessed dick!

Harry takes a few steps closer to Cyrus, making the gap between both men minimal.

Harry Jones: Cyrus, I have opened my eyes; I've come to see the EFNW fans and their supposed "love" and "support" for what they truly are. Sadists, hell-bent on using men like you for their own means of entertainment; obsessed with the thought of manipulating the weak in order to carry out their own twisted, sadistic dreams and fantasies. I saw through their lies, Cyrus; I broke free, rid myself of those parasites and now I am capable of anything! I don't need to degrade myself for their enjoyment, Black! Y'see, that's where your biggest flaw is, Cyrus; your massive renowned fanbase has completely fucked with your state of mind! I don't care what they think of me. They are the reason I couldn't put Calloway away at Powerplay ... and they are also responsible for turning you into such a douche! So, Cyrus "Douche" Black, I'm going to give you a little piece of advice: shut the fuck up! On Triple X Wrestling, a certain wrestler would want nothing more than to murder me right here and now. Yeah, I hear that you are quite familiar with him. Well I felt the exact way about Calloway as this person does about me ... make sense? No, of course it doesn't! You're too caught up in your own delusional state of mind to comprehend any sort of logic, so I guess - I guess there is no point of me continuing..."

Harry turns to walk away, but Cyrus stops him...

OT: Sorry for late reply; sickness.

Hazza wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Heavyweight Champion, has finally returned to the EFNW Arena after his sabbatical to ECCW. He's walking down the hall and getting a lot of nods and "nice promo, Cyrus" from the stagehands and production crew when he's finally stopped by ____________

Cyrus quizzically looks at an intimidated member of the Sound & Lighting staff, before gingerly approaching the man. The petty little man takes a step backwards and trips over his own feet in the process. He motions at a small-statured figure standing behind Cyrus, who is gripping onto a steel chair like he would one of his children in a life and death situation.

"How are we today, champ?", says Harry Jones casually as he unfolds the steel chair on the concrete, before gracefully sitting on it, "Your promo wasn't too shabby; but in comparison to what I've got in store, your cute little speech is nothing but a mere disparity by design."

Cyrus Black: I can pretty well imagine what it'll be...you ranting on and on about how the fans have gone and prevented you from reaching your true potential and how you've given them up and are ready to become champion again, and how I'm really just a fraud and trickster and all that good jazz. That sound about right?

Cyrus leans against a nearby wall.

Cyrus Black: Truth is, I really could care less about all of that. The way I see it, you still have to own up for your role in this little war between promotions and how pretty much every single action you took made things more stupid than they already were. And since I know that, you being an egomaniac and all, you won't at least accept that fact, I'm just going to continue reminding you ad nauseum much like you try to convince me time and time and time again that you're not just some bitter prick who can't handle the fact that he actually has competition and, in the case of me, may actually be better than him.

Harry Jones: "Has it ever occured to you..."

In one swift motion, Jones stands up and kicks the chair half way across the room.

Harry Jones: Has it ever occured to you that you aren't God's Gift of Professional Wrestling? I know it's difficult for you to indulge; but EVERYBODY is sick and tired of your bullshit! Cyrus, when you get home I advise you to take one of your regular baths in holy water, and while you're manipulating your fans into building you your own personal shrine, I want you to stop and think, "When a wrestler or person doesn't kiss my ass, why do I feel so inclined to treat them like shit?"

Harry takes a moment to collect his thoughts, before continuing.

Harry Jones: I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you aren't a Gift from God, Black. You aren't entertaining and you certainly aren't talented, but you keep telling yourself that you are! When somebody doesn't match up to your levels in the region of 'verbal debating', you don't go out of your way to help that corrispondant out! No, you just pull a shovel out of your ass-crack and bury the person where they stand! And why? Because you are nothing but a self-obsessed dick!

Harry takes a few steps closer to Cyrus, making the gap between both men minimal.

Harry Jones: Cyrus, I have opened my eyes; I've come to see the EFNW fans and their supposed "love" and "support" for what they truly are. Sadists, hell-bent on using men like you for their own means of entertainment; obsessed with the thought of manipulating the weak in order to carry out their own twisted, sadistic dreams and fantasies. I saw through their lies, Cyrus; I broke free, rid myself of those parasites and now I am capable of anything! I don't need to degrade myself for their enjoyment, Black! Y'see, that's where your biggest flaw is, Cyrus; your massive renowned fanbase has completely fucked with your state of mind! I don't care what they think of me. They are the reason I couldn't put Calloway away at Powerplay ... and they are also responsible for turning you into such a douche! So, Cyrus "Douche" Black, I'm going to give you a little piece of advice: shut the fuck up! On Triple X Wrestling, a certain wrestler would want nothing more than to murder me right here and now. Yeah, I hear that you are quite familiar with him. Well I felt the exact way about Calloway as this person does about me ... make sense? No, of course it doesn't! You're too caught up in your own delusional state of mind to comprehend any sort of logic, so I guess - I guess there is no point of me continuing..."

Harry turns to walk away, but Cyrus stops him...

OT: Sorry for late reply; sickness.

Cyrus Black: Do you ever stop and think before you speak, Harry? Or better yet, stop and listen?

Harry stops as he looks over his shoulder.

Cyrus Black: As I constantly tell you over and over and over again, I'm not asking you to apologize, just to accept responsibility. There IS a difference, you know. Accepting responsibility simply means that you acknowledge that your actions did what I and everyone else knows they did and enduring the consequences of said actions. Nowhere in there does it state that you have to apologize for them if you don't want to. For the love of Truth, you are an idiot.

Cyrus shakes his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Cyrus Black: That man you were talking about in 3XW? Yeah, he wants to kill you. But unlike your little lover's spat with Jarrett, that man is well aware that he might have to break a few people along the way to get the job done. He's fully accepting of the fact that his actions might have severe repercussions but, because he's a man and not some whiny little bitch like you, he's fully prepared to endure the consequences of his actions. And since I'm all but certain he will kill you and will have to deal with those consequences, you'll get to see firsthand how one accepts responsibility without being apologetic...wait, no, I take that back. You won't be seeing anything...because you'll be dead.

Cyrus stands upright as he adjusts the title on his shoulder

Cyrus Black: You ever wonder why I put so many people down? Why I'm always poking and prodding instead of being a teacher and glorified guidance counselor? The answer's rather simple, really...I do what I do for the good of the business and those who compete in it. This is a tough business, Harry. You of all people should understand that. So I see nothing gained by coddling those who aren't up to snuff. You can ask Casey or Angel if you'd like, but you can probably guess that my method of "teaching" is rather brutal. I break people down and demand that they give me their best because they, the people who pay our wages, will do the exact same thing. And if I think they're not delivering, I'll crush them beneath my heel and force them to rebuild themselves. If they can and improve, then the business as a whole is stronger. If they can't, then they wouldn't have lasted long anyway and the business as a whole is better off anyway. I do find it funny, though...for someone who doesn't care about the fans or anybody else at all, you sure do seem rather agitated about what I do and what I say. I would say it's because you're either jealous that I've done what you've done in half the time or you're a hypocrite and are just looking for a way to fit in your nineteenth persona change and get people to shout "Best in the World" at you again. But then again, I could be wrong. I doubt it, but it is a possibility.

Alex Nova arrives smoking another joint getting high before falling down

Eric and AJ Lindgren are backstage, talking.

Angel Rodriguez is fuming about Travis Jones not accepting his rematch clause for the EFNW World title.

Cyrus T wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Heavyweight Champion, has finally returned to the EFNW Arena after his sabbatical to ECCW. He's walking down the hall and getting a lot of nods and "nice promo, Cyrus" from the stagehands and production crew when he's finally stopped by ____________

Cyrus quizzically looks at an intimidated member of the Sound & Lighting staff, before gingerly approaching the man. The petty little man takes a step backwards and trips over his own feet in the process. He motions at a small-statured figure standing behind Cyrus, who is gripping onto a steel chair like he would one of his children in a life and death situation.

"How are we today, champ?", says Harry Jones casually as he unfolds the steel chair on the concrete, before gracefully sitting on it, "Your promo wasn't too shabby; but in comparison to what I've got in store, your cute little speech is nothing but a mere disparity by design."

Cyrus Black: I can pretty well imagine what it'll be...you ranting on and on about how the fans have gone and prevented you from reaching your true potential and how you've given them up and are ready to become champion again, and how I'm really just a fraud and trickster and all that good jazz. That sound about right?

Cyrus leans against a nearby wall.

Cyrus Black: Truth is, I really could care less about all of that. The way I see it, you still have to own up for your role in this little war between promotions and how pretty much every single action you took made things more stupid than they already were. And since I know that, you being an egomaniac and all, you won't at least accept that fact, I'm just going to continue reminding you ad nauseum much like you try to convince me time and time and time again that you're not just some bitter prick who can't handle the fact that he actually has competition and, in the case of me, may actually be better than him.

Harry Jones: "Has it ever occured to you..."

In one swift motion, Jones stands up and kicks the chair half way across the room.

Harry Jones: Has it ever occured to you that you aren't God's Gift of Professional Wrestling? I know it's difficult for you to indulge; but EVERYBODY is sick and tired of your bullshit! Cyrus, when you get home I advise you to take one of your regular baths in holy water, and while you're manipulating your fans into building you your own personal shrine, I want you to stop and think, "When a wrestler or person doesn't kiss my ass, why do I feel so inclined to treat them like shit?"

Harry takes a moment to collect his thoughts, before continuing.

Harry Jones: I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you aren't a Gift from God, Black. You aren't entertaining and you certainly aren't talented, but you keep telling yourself that you are! When somebody doesn't match up to your levels in the region of 'verbal debating', you don't go out of your way to help that corrispondant out! No, you just pull a shovel out of your ass-crack and bury the person where they stand! And why? Because you are nothing but a self-obsessed dick!

Harry takes a few steps closer to Cyrus, making the gap between both men minimal.

Harry Jones: Cyrus, I have opened my eyes; I've come to see the EFNW fans and their supposed "love" and "support" for what they truly are. Sadists, hell-bent on using men like you for their own means of entertainment; obsessed with the thought of manipulating the weak in order to carry out their own twisted, sadistic dreams and fantasies. I saw through their lies, Cyrus; I broke free, rid myself of those parasites and now I am capable of anything! I don't need to degrade myself for their enjoyment, Black! Y'see, that's where your biggest flaw is, Cyrus; your massive renowned fanbase has completely fucked with your state of mind! I don't care what they think of me. They are the reason I couldn't put Calloway away at Powerplay ... and they are also responsible for turning you into such a douche! So, Cyrus "Douche" Black, I'm going to give you a little piece of advice: shut the fuck up! On Triple X Wrestling, a certain wrestler would want nothing more than to murder me right here and now. Yeah, I hear that you are quite familiar with him. Well I felt the exact way about Calloway as this person does about me ... make sense? No, of course it doesn't! You're too caught up in your own delusional state of mind to comprehend any sort of logic, so I guess - I guess there is no point of me continuing..."

Harry turns to walk away, but Cyrus stops him...

OT: Sorry for late reply; sickness.

Cyrus Black: Do you ever stop and think before you speak, Harry? Or better yet, stop and listen?

Harry stops as he looks over his shoulder.

Cyrus Black: As I constantly tell you over and over and over again, I'm not asking you to apologize, just to accept responsibility. There IS a difference, you know. Accepting responsibility simply means that you acknowledge that your actions did what I and everyone else knows they did and enduring the consequences of said actions. Nowhere in there does it state that you have to apologize for them if you don't want to. For the love of Truth, you are an idiot.

Cyrus shakes his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Cyrus Black: That man you were talking about in 3XW? Yeah, he wants to kill you. But unlike your little lover's spat with Jarrett, that man is well aware that he might have to break a few people along the way to get the job done. He's fully accepting of the fact that his actions might have severe repercussions but, because he's a man and not some whiny little bitch like you, he's fully prepared to endure the consequences of his actions. And since I'm all but certain he will kill you and will have to deal with those consequences, you'll get to see firsthand how one accepts responsibility without being apologetic...wait, no, I take that back. You won't be seeing anything...because you'll be dead.

Cyrus stands upright as he adjusts the title on his shoulder

Cyrus Black: You ever wonder why I put so many people down? Why I'm always poking and prodding instead of being a teacher and glorified guidance counselor? The answer's rather simple, really...I do what I do for the good of the business and those who compete in it. This is a tough business, Harry. You of all people should understand that. So I see nothing gained by coddling those who aren't up to snuff. You can ask Casey or Angel if you'd like, but you can probably guess that my method of "teaching" is rather brutal. I break people down and demand that they give me their best because they, the people who pay our wages, will do the exact same thing. And if I think they're not delivering, I'll crush them beneath my heel and force them to rebuild themselves. If they can and improve, then the business as a whole is stronger. If they can't, then they wouldn't have lasted long anyway and the business as a whole is better off anyway. I do find it funny, though...for someone who doesn't care about the fans or anybody else at all, you sure do seem rather agitated about what I do and what I say. I would say it's because you're either jealous that I've done what you've done in half the time or you're a hypocrite and are just looking for a way to fit in your nineteenth persona change and get people to shout "Best in the World" at you again. But then again, I could be wrong. I doubt it, but it is a possibility.

Harry Jones: Cyrus, you're out of your mind; living in some kind of deranged fantasy world that you have created for yourself to escape this reality. You have yourself convinced that you are the Best Professional Wrestler in the World, but the Truth is ... well, Cy, you're too deluded to comprehend the Truth of the matter, so allow me to digress. You don't see the way that your strings are being pulled! You don't realize that you're being used and manipulated - not by me, not by Travis Jones, not by anyone else on the roster - but by your so-called "fans." You see, you have had a veil pulled over your eyes, these past few months. Ever since winning the EFNW Championship ... But when you did so? Something changed. Something ... went wrong inside of your thick skull, and you fell under the very same spell I was once a victim of. You began to pander and play to the crowd, feeling empowered by their cheers and support, but not realizing that you weren't in control. Cyrus, you didn't have the mental capacity required to see through the deceit and the lies! You didn't have the ability to see what I saw; you were BLINDED by some false sense of obligation to those idiots in the audience ... And you still are. I almost feel sorry for you, Cyrus; you have been so misguided, so MISLEAD by those people - as we all are - into putting your body, your well-being, your LIFE on the line ... for their amusement. Just as I once was; but I was able to open my eyes, to tear past the veil that separated me from delusion and reality. And the moment, the very damned SECOND I realized that I had to start looking after myself, and not those manipulative half-wits who once claimed to be my oh-so adoring fans ... They turned on me. They turned their backs on me the very moment it became clear that I was no longer under their control; and look at me now, Cyrus. LOOK AT ME NOW! I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT, WITHOUT ANY REPERCUSSIONS!

Jones punches a backstage worker, busting the man's nose open!

Harry Jones: Cyrus ... You've called me up on utilising many different personas over the duration of my career; but in my defence, I can admit with sincere regret that the EFNW fans have had me condemed under their spell for the last three years ... But I've broken free, and now I can finally unleash all the pain ... all the disparity ... all the vengeance on anybody who gets in my way! And you better not act like you walked into this industry as the same person as you are now; because you didn't! No, you walked into this industry as a proud, respected, humble individual who would never put someone down for the sake of putting someone down. But you changed for the worse! With more experience under your belt, your head would slowly and gradually submerge up your own asshole, to the extent that whenever you decided to speak, all we hear is the same ... old ... shit! You have gone from being the most respected wrestler in the world, to being the most hated backstage; and only because "THEY" put you under the inevitable curse. So, Cyrus, I'll give you one chance to join me on my conquest for total domination! I'd accept if I were you, because you know how the saying goes: if you can't beat em', join em'.

OT: Still very sick, had to copy and paste two sentences from my 3XW RP. Sorry.

Chatbox Hazza

[Robert Robinson enters the building, wearing his casual attire. He will definitely cut a promo soon.]


[Simon Slayer is trolling all of the people that pass his locker room door.]


[Tiger Cub is in the gym, training.]

Hazza wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Hazza wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Heavyweight Champion, has finally returned to the EFNW Arena after his sabbatical to ECCW. He's walking down the hall and getting a lot of nods and "nice promo, Cyrus" from the stagehands and production crew when he's finally stopped by ____________

Cyrus quizzically looks at an intimidated member of the Sound & Lighting staff, before gingerly approaching the man. The petty little man takes a step backwards and trips over his own feet in the process. He motions at a small-statured figure standing behind Cyrus, who is gripping onto a steel chair like he would one of his children in a life and death situation.

"How are we today, champ?", says Harry Jones casually as he unfolds the steel chair on the concrete, before gracefully sitting on it, "Your promo wasn't too shabby; but in comparison to what I've got in store, your cute little speech is nothing but a mere disparity by design."

Cyrus Black: I can pretty well imagine what it'll be...you ranting on and on about how the fans have gone and prevented you from reaching your true potential and how you've given them up and are ready to become champion again, and how I'm really just a fraud and trickster and all that good jazz. That sound about right?

Cyrus leans against a nearby wall.

Cyrus Black: Truth is, I really could care less about all of that. The way I see it, you still have to own up for your role in this little war between promotions and how pretty much every single action you took made things more stupid than they already were. And since I know that, you being an egomaniac and all, you won't at least accept that fact, I'm just going to continue reminding you ad nauseum much like you try to convince me time and time and time again that you're not just some bitter prick who can't handle the fact that he actually has competition and, in the case of me, may actually be better than him.

Harry Jones: "Has it ever occured to you..."

In one swift motion, Jones stands up and kicks the chair half way across the room.

Harry Jones: Has it ever occured to you that you aren't God's Gift of Professional Wrestling? I know it's difficult for you to indulge; but EVERYBODY is sick and tired of your bullshit! Cyrus, when you get home I advise you to take one of your regular baths in holy water, and while you're manipulating your fans into building you your own personal shrine, I want you to stop and think, "When a wrestler or person doesn't kiss my ass, why do I feel so inclined to treat them like shit?"

Harry takes a moment to collect his thoughts, before continuing.

Harry Jones: I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you aren't a Gift from God, Black. You aren't entertaining and you certainly aren't talented, but you keep telling yourself that you are! When somebody doesn't match up to your levels in the region of 'verbal debating', you don't go out of your way to help that corrispondant out! No, you just pull a shovel out of your ass-crack and bury the person where they stand! And why? Because you are nothing but a self-obsessed dick!

Harry takes a few steps closer to Cyrus, making the gap between both men minimal.

Harry Jones: Cyrus, I have opened my eyes; I've come to see the EFNW fans and their supposed "love" and "support" for what they truly are. Sadists, hell-bent on using men like you for their own means of entertainment; obsessed with the thought of manipulating the weak in order to carry out their own twisted, sadistic dreams and fantasies. I saw through their lies, Cyrus; I broke free, rid myself of those parasites and now I am capable of anything! I don't need to degrade myself for their enjoyment, Black! Y'see, that's where your biggest flaw is, Cyrus; your massive renowned fanbase has completely fucked with your state of mind! I don't care what they think of me. They are the reason I couldn't put Calloway away at Powerplay ... and they are also responsible for turning you into such a douche! So, Cyrus "Douche" Black, I'm going to give you a little piece of advice: shut the fuck up! On Triple X Wrestling, a certain wrestler would want nothing more than to murder me right here and now. Yeah, I hear that you are quite familiar with him. Well I felt the exact way about Calloway as this person does about me ... make sense? No, of course it doesn't! You're too caught up in your own delusional state of mind to comprehend any sort of logic, so I guess - I guess there is no point of me continuing..."

Harry turns to walk away, but Cyrus stops him...

OT: Sorry for late reply; sickness.

Cyrus Black: Do you ever stop and think before you speak, Harry? Or better yet, stop and listen?

Harry stops as he looks over his shoulder.

Cyrus Black: As I constantly tell you over and over and over again, I'm not asking you to apologize, just to accept responsibility. There IS a difference, you know. Accepting responsibility simply means that you acknowledge that your actions did what I and everyone else knows they did and enduring the consequences of said actions. Nowhere in there does it state that you have to apologize for them if you don't want to. For the love of Truth, you are an idiot.

Cyrus shakes his head as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Cyrus Black: That man you were talking about in 3XW? Yeah, he wants to kill you. But unlike your little lover's spat with Jarrett, that man is well aware that he might have to break a few people along the way to get the job done. He's fully accepting of the fact that his actions might have severe repercussions but, because he's a man and not some whiny little bitch like you, he's fully prepared to endure the consequences of his actions. And since I'm all but certain he will kill you and will have to deal with those consequences, you'll get to see firsthand how one accepts responsibility without being apologetic...wait, no, I take that back. You won't be seeing anything...because you'll be dead.

Cyrus stands upright as he adjusts the title on his shoulder

Cyrus Black: You ever wonder why I put so many people down? Why I'm always poking and prodding instead of being a teacher and glorified guidance counselor? The answer's rather simple, really...I do what I do for the good of the business and those who compete in it. This is a tough business, Harry. You of all people should understand that. So I see nothing gained by coddling those who aren't up to snuff. You can ask Casey or Angel if you'd like, but you can probably guess that my method of "teaching" is rather brutal. I break people down and demand that they give me their best because they, the people who pay our wages, will do the exact same thing. And if I think they're not delivering, I'll crush them beneath my heel and force them to rebuild themselves. If they can and improve, then the business as a whole is stronger. If they can't, then they wouldn't have lasted long anyway and the business as a whole is better off anyway. I do find it funny, though...for someone who doesn't care about the fans or anybody else at all, you sure do seem rather agitated about what I do and what I say. I would say it's because you're either jealous that I've done what you've done in half the time or you're a hypocrite and are just looking for a way to fit in your nineteenth persona change and get people to shout "Best in the World" at you again. But then again, I could be wrong. I doubt it, but it is a possibility.

Harry Jones: Cyrus, you're out of your mind; living in some kind of deranged fantasy world that you have created for yourself to escape this reality. You have yourself convinced that you are the Best Professional Wrestler in the World, but the Truth is ... well, Cy, you're too deluded to comprehend the Truth of the matter, so allow me to digress. You don't see the way that your strings are being pulled! You don't realize that you're being used and manipulated - not by me, not by Travis Jones, not by anyone else on the roster - but by your so-called "fans." You see, you have had a veil pulled over your eyes, these past few months. Ever since winning the EFNW Championship ... But when you did so? Something changed. Something ... went wrong inside of your thick skull, and you fell under the very same spell I was once a victim of. You began to pander and play to the crowd, feeling empowered by their cheers and support, but not realizing that you weren't in control. Cyrus, you didn't have the mental capacity required to see through the deceit and the lies! You didn't have the ability to see what I saw; you were BLINDED by some false sense of obligation to those idiots in the audience ... And you still are. I almost feel sorry for you, Cyrus; you have been so misguided, so MISLEAD by those people - as we all are - into putting your body, your well-being, your LIFE on the line ... for their amusement. Just as I once was; but I was able to open my eyes, to tear past the veil that separated me from delusion and reality. And the moment, the very damned SECOND I realized that I had to start looking after myself, and not those manipulative half-wits who once claimed to be my oh-so adoring fans ... They turned on me. They turned their backs on me the very moment it became clear that I was no longer under their control; and look at me now, Cyrus. LOOK AT ME NOW! I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT, WITHOUT ANY REPERCUSSIONS!

Jones punches a backstage worker, busting the man's nose open!

Harry Jones: Cyrus ... You've called me up on utilising many different personas over the duration of my career; but in my defence, I can admit with sincere regret that the EFNW fans have had me condemed under their spell for the last three years ... But I've broken free, and now I can finally unleash all the pain ... all the disparity ... all the vengeance on anybody who gets in my way! And you better not act like you walked into this industry as the same person as you are now; because you didn't! No, you walked into this industry as a proud, respected, humble individual who would never put someone down for the sake of putting someone down. But you changed for the worse! With more experience under your belt, your head would slowly and gradually submerge up your own asshole, to the extent that whenever you decided to speak, all we hear is the same ... old ... shit! You have gone from being the most respected wrestler in the world, to being the most hated backstage; and only because "THEY" put you under the inevitable curse. So, Cyrus, I'll give you one chance to join me on my conquest for total domination! I'd accept if I were you, because you know how the saying goes: if you can't beat em', join em'.

OT: Still very sick, had to copy and paste two sentences from my 3XW RP. Sorry.

Cyrus mentally digests what Harry is telling him.

Cyrus Black: So let me get this straight...in exchange for these so-called "strings" you say I have that are being pulled by the fans, you're offering me to join you in your little holy war against the fans and the status quo. In other words, exchanging strings for chains.

Cyrus rolls his eyes at such a stupid request.

Cyrus Black: I'm not about to be your lackey, Harry. And don't try and convince me that it'll be a fair and equitable partnership, because doing so would insult my intelligence even moreso than the rest of the crap you've been spewing. All you care about is yourself and the title I have resting on my shoulder, nothing more or less. The fact of the matter is that you know nothing about who I am, what I was, and what is it I have become. But then again, you weren't in 3XW when we were building that company, were you?

Cyrus shakes his head as he fastens the title around his waist.

Cyrus Black: You will never understand who is it that I am, though I'm pretty sure I've explained it to you and everybody else at least a dozen times. Maybe I wouldn't sound so repetitive if you wouldn't keep asking the same damn questions and saying the same damn things over and over and over again without actually LISTENING! It's clear to me now that trying to get you to understand my beliefs in the doctrines of the Long and Winding Road or trying to teach you my history so that you can fully appreciate where I've been and what I've had to overcome to get to this point would be an exercise in futility. And while I'd probably try to hammer it into your thick skull for the seventeenth time if you hadn't said what you said...

Cyrus pauses for a moment before saying

Cyrus Black: "You were once a proud, respected, humble individual who would never put someone down just for the sake of putting someone down."

Cyrus take a second to let that linger before speaking, in a forceful tone:

Cyrus Black: Who the hell are you to claim to know ANYTHING about me, Harry Jones? Until I came to this company, you and I had never exchanged one word of conversation much less compete in the same promotion. And considering the fact that you are someone who only cares about what's going on around him and affecting him directly, I highly doubt you even took the time to learn about me. I will grant you one thing though...yeah, I'm a different guy than I was when I stepped into my first wrestling promotion. It was a little shithole named UEW, run by a mental midget who kept him and his close friends on top for no other reason than to brag about their titles and hope that nobody notices their microscopic penises. AJ Li, a guy who was competing in that promotion for reasons I have yet to figure out, recognized I had talent and gave me an opportunity to become the cornerstone for his promotion...Triple X Wrestling. And you better believe I took that ball and ran with it. But UEW taught me a very valuable lesson...respect isn't something to be handed out like dinner rolls at Thanksgiving dinner. All that does is allow nimrods like Rye Wilson to trample you like a welcome mat while they enjoy title reign number 44. No, respect is earned...and I made a promise to myself that I would not show respect to those who hadn't earned it. And that has not changed since becoming EFNW World Heavyweight Champion, you twit.

Cyrus's eyes tell the story as they seem to burn with a strong determination.

Cyrus Black: You claim I have no pride, when it is my pride that will not allow me to be used by anyone...the fans, management, or idiots like you. You claim I'm not humble when my humility exists on a different plane than yours...I know I'm talented, hell I'm the EFNW World Champion! But I also know that somebody more talented than I will eventually rise up and take this title from me, leaving me as broken as the men I've left for dead alongside the Road to get to this point. And I accept that and will gladly welcome it when that time comes. You claim I have no respect from my peers and the business as a whole...and that in and of itself is the greatest lie of all. For as people need to earn my respect, so too do I earn my respect in the same way, by showing up day in and day out and fighting like a man, like a warrior in that ring and rings like it all across the world! I fight because it's what I'm good at, I bleed because I don't mind sacrificing everything I have to gain the rewards that I desire come Journey's End, and I will continue to fight and bleed because I am strong enough and smart enough to face any challenge that the Road puts in front of me and endure whatever consequences may come in my search for the Truth that binds all things together.

Cyrus turns his back on Harry and scoffs derisively

Cyrus Black: No man alive or dead can or has been able to live without facing the repercussions and consequences of his actions. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Newton's Law isn't just applicable to physics, Harry. All of us must pay a price for all the things we do, good bad or indifferent. It's the same for you as it is for me...eventually we all have to answer for our sins and our benevolence. Unlike you, though, my eyes remain clear. I know that there will come a time where all the terrible, horrible things I've done to people will come swooping down on my neck like a guillotine's blade. But I'm okay with that. The question you have to ask yourself is a rather simple one, Harry...what will your reaction be when everything you've done and everyone you've hurt comes rushing towards you and you are made to answer for you actions?

Surge is being a super heel. How? By doing nothing. That pisses people off.

Scott Gone is doing stuff. He's like Travis Jones, except cooler.

Surge is doing nothing, however. He's like Jarrett Calloway, except more of a heel.