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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?

Harry Jones: So that's how it's going to be? After locking away all of my pride and dignity for just one brief moment, you feel it necessary to degrade me like a common New York prostitute? I gave you ONE rare, promising opportunity to become a self-reliant man ... But I guess such a proposition was far too overwhelming to accept for such an egotistical prick. I too was once in the exact same predicament, having to shun myself beyond belief for "their" amusement. But then one day, after three years of being their pet, I sat in my locker room reminiscing about my match with Jarrett Calloway and how I was unable to collect the victory that I desired oh-so much. My wisdom had been siphoned, my confidence but a candle in the breeze ... when I came to a realization. Even with as CLOUDED as my vision had become, I was able to sit back and see clearly if only for a time; I was able to clear my head, and realize that every success, every achievement, every ACCOLADE that I have to my name ... I owe it all to myself. You claim to be doing things on your own partial terms, but I'm not buying it. I gave you one chance, Black ... One chance to save your career.

After closing the gap between himself and Cyrus for a brief moment, Jones retreats backwards a few steps. He regains his composure a few met res away from Black, before pressing on.

Harry Jones: I know you very well, Black; and I can see far beyond your cynical attitude, acting as if my words have no effect on you whatsoever. But behind the stubbornness and the arrogance, I know that you're probably listening to every word I'm saying; clinging to every last syllable as if your life depended on it. You're trying your best to figure out what I'm trying to say because as it stands, you just don't get it. You never have, and perhaps you never will; you were always too brash, too arrogant to see the bigger picture, even when it's one that you yourself painted. You see only what you want to, Cyrus, and in the end it will prove to be your downfall. Because in one of your many fits of blind jealousy, anger, and frustration, you made the biggest mistake of your career - you willingly put yourself between a rock and a hard spot, with absolutely nowhere to run. Despite your claims of superiority to us all, Cyrus, you proved yourself to be one of the most idiotic men I've ever had the misfortune of meeting; you proved yourself to be a complete and total MORON the second you put yourself in the same company as me. This is MY home promotion, meaning I can violate your smelly ass the exact same way you do to mine in 3XW, especially considering that I have subsequently adapted into the hardcore lifestyle required by any given EFNW Superstar looking to make an impact. Cyrus, not only are you simply not cut out for this kind of environment - having to stand up and fight for yourself, fair and square, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, but you don't have the drive. You don't have the passion, the ambition, the fire burning DEEP in your breast - the willing and readiness to break every damned bone in your body to secure a victory. You don't have that, Cyrus, and you never will; you don't know what it's like to fight for something, to work and climb your way to the top whilst thousands of people are exercising false rumors that the basis of my success is based on some stupid relationship with my Father! Black, you don't know what it's like to work for something. To pour your blood, your sweat, and your TEARS onto this mat in hopes - HOPES - that it gets you recognized. You've NEVER taken a Phoenix Splash off a titantron, with nothing to cushion the impact but cold, hard steel entrance ramp ... You've never put your body, your LIFE on the line for the sake of not only these people, but with the thought in your head that if you continued to do just that - if you continued to make sacrifice after sacrifice, you might actually get NOTICED in this God-damned business! And then after you BREAK your bones and SNAP your neck in order to solidify yourself as a World Champion, the IDIOTS will say something like, "The only reason he won the belt was because of his Daddy". Sure, you've busted your ass on more than one occasion, but you have never had anything laying on the line! Because at the end of the day, you're nothing more than name-value! When you achieve something in life, you 'deserve' it. When I achieve something in life, the fans instantly assume that my Father has a great deal of relevance, when he doesn't! Fuck the EFNW Universe, and fuck you!

Harry stares daggers at Cyrus.

Harry Jones: So far everything you have said can be taken with a grain of rice ... excluding the part where you mentioned that one day, a challenger will emerge and take your beloved EFNW Championship, rightfully claiming what he deserves. Who knows, Cy; maybe this challenger could be a lot closer to you than you would think...

Jones says rather bluntly, before taking a step closer to Black, literally touching noses with his greatest advesary.

OFF HARRY REPLY TO ME DAMN IT LOL

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Casey Anomaly
*The Nightmare Among Men is staring at Travis Jones' door for a few moments before finally deciding to knock. There is a piece of paper in his hand.*

Noeleen Phoenix

Coming out of the room beside Travis Jones' door in what seems to be a rather formal outfit for once and see's Casey. Stopping for a moment she tries to peep at what is written in his piece of paper.

Is this like you trying out for a TV show or anything? Because that would be quite funny if it were true!

Noeleen then walks more closer until she is standing beside it.

Why you even outside of his door anyway?

Casey Anomaly
*Casey turns and chuckles but shakes his head*
No but you wana see what it is here
*he hands her the paper*

OFF: sorry for late reply. internet got randomly took off ¬_¬

Noeleen Phoenix

Alright then...

She snatches the piece of paper from Casey's hand giving him a hard stern look before looking at what the piece of paper has to say. Looking over it she then looks a little confused

Why do you have this? Is this not like old news this contract? Come on Casey!

Casey Anomaly
*He points to the header*
I won this contract back at EFNW 2 and it states I have a match for the extreme championship whenever I want. But the thing is Since the Extreme Heavyweight Championship has been unified with the World Championship I don't know what good this does me now.. so I came to Travis so see what he's gonna do or say.
*He knocks on Travis' door once more*

Noeleen Phoenix

Looking at Travis' door waiting for a reply she continues speaking.

Hopefully Travis will do the right thing for you. Not your fault the titles have been unified together plus it says clearly in printed letters tat you could of had a match for the extreme championship so it should be allowed. Kind of. If you get my drift.

She turns to Casey and shurgs

Just an idea really.

Casey Anomaly
*Casey nods and takes the paper back looking at himself*
Exactly my point! Now only if these stubborn old bastard would open the door we could go present my case and see what he's gonna say.

Noeleen Phoenix

He is taking his time right? I bet he isn't even in his office and here is me and you looking like a pair of spare dicks outside of his door.

Noeleen laughs to herself.

You want me to accompany you if Travis does come out? I wouldn't go in there alone at times. Plus I'll back you up.

After being on the receiving end of a punch to the face from Dan Maskell: Travis Jones meekly calls out to Anomaly, "Come in..."

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Casey Anomaly
*The Nightmare Among Men is staring at Travis Jones' door for a few moments before finally deciding to knock. There is a piece of paper in his hand.*

Noeleen Phoenix

Coming out of the room beside Travis Jones' door in what seems to be a rather formal outfit for once and see's Casey. Stopping for a moment she tries to peep at what is written in his piece of paper.

Is this like you trying out for a TV show or anything? Because that would be quite funny if it were true!

Noeleen then walks more closer until she is standing beside it.

Why you even outside of his door anyway?

Casey Anomaly
*Casey turns and chuckles but shakes his head*
No but you wana see what it is here
*he hands her the paper*

OFF: sorry for late reply. internet got randomly took off ¬_¬

Noeleen Phoenix

Alright then...

She snatches the piece of paper from Casey's hand giving him a hard stern look before looking at what the piece of paper has to say. Looking over it she then looks a little confused

Why do you have this? Is this not like old news this contract? Come on Casey!

Casey Anomaly
*He points to the header*
I won this contract back at EFNW 2 and it states I have a match for the extreme championship whenever I want. But the thing is Since the Extreme Heavyweight Championship has been unified with the World Championship I don't know what good this does me now.. so I came to Travis so see what he's gonna do or say.
*He knocks on Travis' door once more*

Noeleen Phoenix

Looking at Travis' door waiting for a reply she continues speaking.

Hopefully Travis will do the right thing for you. Not your fault the titles have been unified together plus it says clearly in printed letters tat you could of had a match for the extreme championship so it should be allowed. Kind of. If you get my drift.

She turns to Casey and shurgs

Just an idea really.

Casey Anomaly
*Casey nods and takes the paper back looking at himself*
Exactly my point! Now only if these stubborn old bastard would open the door we could go present my case and see what he's gonna say.

Noeleen Phoenix

He is taking his time right? I bet he isn't even in his office and here is me and you looking like a pair of spare dicks outside of his door.

Noeleen laughs to herself.

You want me to accompany you if Travis does come out? I wouldn't go in there alone at times. Plus I'll back you up.

After being on the receiving end of a punch to the face from Dan Maskell: Travis Jones meekly calls out to Anomaly, "Come in..."

Casey Anomaly
Fucking finally..
*Casey sighs as he opens the door and holds it open for Noeleen to come in aswell. He doesn't bother to sit down. Casey puts the paper on the desk and flips it so he can read it and points to the header*
Just out of curiosity Trav, since the EHC is no longer in commission what good is this piece of paper?
*Casey stares at him for a few moments staring at Travis' shiner*
Shit that scum bag got you good didn't he?

Travis Jones: The stipulation of the match that awarded you that contract was, "The Winner earns the right to face either World Champion at any time over the course of the next twelve months". So I guess your contract is only valid for Cyrus Black's EFNW Championship. And yes, Casey, he got me good.

OFF Feel free to stop him

Cyrus simply stares at Harry, not showing any semblence of emotion.

Cyrus Black: Do you ever get tired of being wrong, Jones? You know what's funny about what you just said? Aside from the idiocy of you claiming to know me, I mean. No, it's this idea that I'm not built to survive the rigors of EFNW Wrestling. It's funny you say that when they call me the Master and Ruler of the Crimson Mask Match, the only man to ever defend a Submission Title in back-to-back "I Quit" Matches, and the only man to ever take the challenge of the Do Not Try This At Home Match not once, but twice. Hell, Harry...I'm built for war. The scars that litter my body aren't just cosmetics for show...no, no, I earned each and every one of them in ways most brutal, for prizes worth much less than this EFNW Championship I wear on my shoulder. You...yeah, you can fall a great height, break a few bones, and then come back for more, but you're not a warrior. You lack the ability to completely decimate an opponent physically, mentally, and spiritually. All you can do is fall from a great height and hope for the best. It doesn't make you hardcore, Harry...it just makes you stupid and human.

Cyrus holds up the EFNW World Title, right close to Harry's face so that he can see it (and the nameplate that says "Cyrus Black")

Cyrus Black: You know what else is an absolute riot? The idea that I need you to become self-reliant. Forgetting the hypocrisy of needing someone else's help to become a self-reliant man, how can you say that I'm not one already? I didn't win this title with anybody else's help...no, I won this by first going through unholy war with Surge and then going the distance with Twista XL. I didn't have you in my corner coaching me into victory, did I? No, you were just too busy having a rather meaningless scuffle with Jarrett Calloway, one you couldn't even finish. All I've ever asked for in this business were opportunities to showcase my talents. I was the one who made the most out of those opportunities...I was the one who got things done. It wasn't the fans or management or any wannabe life coach that helped me win this and my other three World Titles, it was me. For someone who claims I'm living in a delusional world, you sure do have more than your fair share of delusions.

Cyrus slings the title belt over his shoulder, not budging an inch.

Cyrus Black: I'm not here to say that you haven't accomplished anything on your own. I'm simply stating that I do not care. And while your words might have some effect on someone with a weaker will, they just sound like noise to me. Also, you can try to hide it as best you can, but the bottom line is that it eats you up inside knowing that not only am I here in your home promotion, not only am I YOUR World Heavyweight Champion, I'm also slowly but surely becoming this company's ambassador. It tears at you to think that one day, EFNW will no longer need you. And that is the biggest difference between you and I, Harry. You claim I can't see the big picture, that my "vision is clouded" or some other bullshit like that. You're wrong...I simply have focus. And above all else, I have the ability to let the past stay in the past. If and when there comes a time that 3XW no longer needs me, then I will be happy to leave. Only reason I haven't yet is because there are guys and girls in that company who are close to, but not ready to step up. But you...you'll cling to EFNW like an ancient dragon holding onto his treasure hoarde. This is all you have, and it's only because you are unwilling to let it go and brave the dangers of uncharted waters. Your "world-view" is far more limited than my so-called "close-mindedness."

Cyrus flashes a smirk as he takes a step back and pats the title belt.

Cyrus Black: As far as this belt is concerned...well, if you're feeling froggy, then jump. I'd ask that you actually go about earning a title opportunity since I've got at least four or five other individuals looking to take my head, but I've found that you simply like to jump people from behind and complain enough until you're just given the opportunity just to shut you up. So yeah, run along and do whatever it is that you do. Just remember that, for all your boasting and all your bravado, you have NEVER beaten me for a World Title. And if you should continue to try, I'll send you straight to hell so that Billy Hatcher can beat your ass as payback.

Chatbox Hazza?

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Cyrus simply stares at Harry, not showing any semblence of emotion.

Cyrus Black: Do you ever get tired of being wrong, Jones? You know what's funny about what you just said? Aside from the idiocy of you claiming to know me, I mean. No, it's this idea that I'm not built to survive the rigors of EFNW Wrestling. It's funny you say that when they call me the Master and Ruler of the Crimson Mask Match, the only man to ever defend a Submission Title in back-to-back "I Quit" Matches, and the only man to ever take the challenge of the Do Not Try This At Home Match not once, but twice. Hell, Harry...I'm built for war. The scars that litter my body aren't just cosmetics for show...no, no, I earned each and every one of them in ways most brutal, for prizes worth much less than this EFNW Championship I wear on my shoulder. You...yeah, you can fall a great height, break a few bones, and then come back for more, but you're not a warrior. You lack the ability to completely decimate an opponent physically, mentally, and spiritually. All you can do is fall from a great height and hope for the best. It doesn't make you hardcore, Harry...it just makes you stupid and human.

Cyrus holds up the EFNW World Title, right close to Harry's face so that he can see it (and the nameplate that says "Cyrus Black")

Cyrus Black: You know what else is an absolute riot? The idea that I need you to become self-reliant. Forgetting the hypocrisy of needing someone else's help to become a self-reliant man, how can you say that I'm not one already? I didn't win this title with anybody else's help...no, I won this by first going through unholy war with Surge and then going the distance with Twista XL. I didn't have you in my corner coaching me into victory, did I? No, you were just too busy having a rather meaningless scuffle with Jarrett Calloway, one you couldn't even finish. All I've ever asked for in this business were opportunities to showcase my talents. I was the one who made the most out of those opportunities...I was the one who got things done. It wasn't the fans or management or any wannabe life coach that helped me win this and my other three World Titles, it was me. For someone who claims I'm living in a delusional world, you sure do have more than your fair share of delusions.

Cyrus slings the title belt over his shoulder, not budging an inch.

Cyrus Black: I'm not here to say that you haven't accomplished anything on your own. I'm simply stating that I do not care. And while your words might have some effect on someone with a weaker will, they just sound like noise to me. Also, you can try to hide it as best you can, but the bottom line is that it eats you up inside knowing that not only am I here in your home promotion, not only am I YOUR World Heavyweight Champion, I'm also slowly but surely becoming this company's ambassador. It tears at you to think that one day, EFNW will no longer need you. And that is the biggest difference between you and I, Harry. You claim I can't see the big picture, that my "vision is clouded" or some other bullshit like that. You're wrong...I simply have focus. And above all else, I have the ability to let the past stay in the past. If and when there comes a time that 3XW no longer needs me, then I will be happy to leave. Only reason I haven't yet is because there are guys and girls in that company who are close to, but not ready to step up. But you...you'll cling to EFNW like an ancient dragon holding onto his treasure hoarde. This is all you have, and it's only because you are unwilling to let it go and brave the dangers of uncharted waters. Your "world-view" is far more limited than my so-called "close-mindedness."

Cyrus flashes a smirk as he takes a step back and pats the title belt.

Cyrus Black: As far as this belt is concerned...well, if you're feeling froggy, then jump. I'd ask that you actually go about earning a title opportunity since I've got at least four or five other individuals looking to take my head, but I've found that you simply like to jump people from behind and complain enough until you're just given the opportunity just to shut you up. So yeah, run along and do whatever it is that you do. Just remember that, for all your boasting and all your bravado, you have NEVER beaten me for a World Title. And if you should continue to try, I'll send you straight to hell so that Billy Hatcher can beat your ass as payback.

[i]Knowing that he has already got everything off your, he motions an invisible championship around his waist, before walking away.

OT: I didn't reply because I need to start the show. Great RPing with you again. You always brings out my best since there is no real dirt on Cyrus haha

JAKE, you aren't on

Eric and AJ Lindgren are walking backstage.

Angel Rodriguez is wondering how to get a rematch for the EFNW World title.

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Eric and AJ Lindgren are walking backstage.

Angel Rodriguez is wondering how to get a rematch for the EFNW World title.

OT: Travis Jones: "By writing promos". Cbox?

Hazza wrote:

JAKE, you aren't on

I MEANT NOW

Jericho wrote:

Hazza wrote:

JAKE, you aren't on

I MEANT NOW

Now!

Hazza wrote:

Jericho wrote:

Hazza wrote:

JAKE, you aren't on

I MEANT NOW

Now!

Okay ... okay, NOW!

.ηovα. wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Eric and AJ Lindgren are walking backstage.

Angel Rodriguez is wondering how to get a rematch for the EFNW World title.

The new brother and sister EFNW has signed
Jordan and Carmella LeBlanc both walk past Eric
and Aj and smile

Eric and AJ smile back.

AJ: Hi.

Surge is no-selling 'cause he's such a heel.

OFF: because of harreh ¬_¬

Marcelo Evans is bragging about his video package.

Daniel Evans is recouping from the verbal onslaught of DeJesus.

Angel Rodriguez is looking for someone to feud with, so he can win and earn an EFNW World title match.

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

.ηovα. wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Eric and AJ Lindgren are walking backstage.

Angel Rodriguez is wondering how to get a rematch for the EFNW World title.

The new brother and sister EFNW has signed
Jordan and Carmella LeBlanc both walk past Eric
and Aj and smile

Eric and AJ smile back.

AJ: Hi.

Jordan smiles looking at Eric

Carmella: I'm Carmella, you can call me Bella for short, listen we're new here, but have wrestling experience, and know that the opportunity doesn't come easily, so we were thinking fo picking up a mixed tag-team match next week on EFNW.