ECCW: Extreme Created Championship Wrestling 22.0

Original Essex Gangster wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Original Essex Gangster wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Original Essex Gangster wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Original Essex Gangster wrote:

{Not Afraid by Eminem plays and the crowd begin to boo just then the now 4-0 Billy Joe Campbell walks out from the back with his usual swagger and confidence. Deacked out in a suit Billy Joe is handed a microphone before standing on the center of the stage with a smile on his face despite the boos from the crowd.}

'Now settle down, as that is no way to act towards Your future pop Culture Icon!'

{Obviously the crowd carry on their boos but Bill Joe just keeps on smiling.}

'Now it may be bothering you that I am smiling but hey let's face it I have a lot to smile about, Undefeated in ECCW not to mention maintaining my status as not only your future pop culture Icon but the most talked about and googled ECCW wrestler in history.'

'However for me it is not just maintaining a long win streak or having the most fans there is one other thing I want and that is the glory, I want my name to be the first name thought of when people mention wrestling. Which is why I promise that this time next year Billy Joe Campbell will be your ECCW World Champion.'

{as the crowd boo Billy Joe raises his arm in the air before dropping the microphone and walking backstage.}


OOC: I know it is Meh but it's the best I could do at this time so yeah

As Campbell walks backstage, he bumps into the 'Hardcore Assassin', Adam Jones.

AJ: So you're Billy Joe Campbell, huh? A little birdie told me that if I wanted to make an impact on my Crush debut, I should give you your first loss. You up for a match with me tonight? After all, you are my future pop culture icon.

{Billy Joe smirks arrogantly at Adam.}

'So let me get this straight a debutant wants to prove his mettle so to speak by facing me in the ring, well listen up rook people don't just challenge Billy Joe they have to earn the right for me to even grace them with my presence, so why should I even give you that honor?'

AJ: Look into my eyes, junior. You're face to face with a man who has done it all in this industry. Face me one on one and then maybe you can brag about being undefeated in your ECCW career, because if I win, I'll be doing just the same.

'Junior, really the guy who has not had one match in ECCW calls the 4-0 wonderkid Junior! listen up Grandad you claim to have all this experience in these little old wives tales but I am doing you a favour. Because if we faced off in a match what would happen would probably lead to you having a heart attack in the ring.'

AJ: I'm willing to take that risk.

{Billy Joe once again laughs before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his Black Berry and putting one of his earphones into his left ear.}

'Your willing to take that risk is that really all you have to say?, the fact that you even acknowledged it proves the fact that even you know you do not have a chance against me, and to be honest even though I am a busy man and my time is very valuable I am willing to waste a little making you look bad in that ring on Crush.'

AJ: Good luck, son. Your arrogance might just make you a little weaker than you expect.

Jones winks at Campbell and walks away.

OT: Sorry for Crush's lateness. I haven't been doing well, I've barely wanted to move let alone put up a show.

Mesa wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Daniel Evans arrives at the arena dressed casually in jeans and an ECCW tee. He looks for management of any sort, a determined look on his face.

[Both Jerichos are in their office.]

The Legend of Casey wrote:

Zadok wrote:

The Legend of Casey wrote:

Zadok wrote:

The Legend of Casey wrote:

Casey Anomaly
*Casey is laughing at how retarded this new Danny Dyre kid is while watching his promo. Casey then hears his iPhone go off because he isn't a faggot and loves iPhones. Almost as much as he loves Riff Radley's mother. Anyways, he hears his ringtone and he sees he has a text message. He doesn't recognize the number but once he sees the little 'Savior' thing at the bottom he realizes who it is. He reads the very short text over and over again before finally deciding to reply.*
"I'm listening.."

Angel feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, almost alarming him. It was very early in the morning. Or was it night? Surge wasn't even awake, doing Christ knows what in his locker room down the hall.

Groggily, he adjusts himself to reach in to his pants pocket and pull out his phone.

1 New Text Message

"What the Hell?"

Angel looks at the text, realizing it was a response to the text that he had sent to Casey earlier. He decided that rather than beating around the bush to get to the point, he decided to attack it head on.

Seems like you've lost touch with what made you great. Not sure if youve taken notice but I've created a small stable of my own, one that touches upon the core and energy that concerns professional wrestling. We call ourselves the Disciples, and I should not need to explain myself as to what... Or WHOM I should say we are Disciples of. If you'd like to get back to what made you stand out from others by joining people like myself, Matthew, and Elemental, who I've done a fine job mentoring by the way, send me a text back. Or perhaps we could meet somewhere in the Labyrinth.

Casey Anomaly

Casey is on his laptop taking a break from training for the moment. He is in the middle of checking his twitter account when his phone begins to play some gay techno song. He rolls his eyes.

"Fucking women.."

He said implying his current lady friend changed his ringtone and is now texting him. But when he checks the phone he realizes its not her... its Angel. He hesitates to open the text message but after debating it in his head he finally does. He just stares at his phone blankly trying to pick apart in his mind what Angle's motives are. Casey decides to respond

"What's in it for you.."

Angel's phone vibrates once again. He reads Casey's text, his fingers moving like pistons.

Simple. You join the Disciples, and you help me clean this place of sin. Easy enough?

Casey Anomaly

Once he hears his phone go off with his new ringtone that he just set he snatches it up. He reads it and can't help but laugh a bit, shaking his head.

"No sin around here? Come on now that's no fun. Plus you know me and my whole 'Fuck Your Morals' thing? It wouldn't work that well for me. What makes you think I am a perfect addition to the disciples?"

No morals? Without morals you have no gimmick. Being a former champion means you're no longer the underdog from Rhode Island. No gimmick means no fanbase, no fanbase means your popularity declines, and your career begins to decay, as it is right now. You don't have to worry about the whole sinless atmosphere around here, just worry about wrestling. Stay out of the way, and I'll be sure that you're attended to. My mentorship brings people like Matt Brooks to the finale of a tournament to decide who I'll face, and he was outmatched against Surge. Who knows best how to defeat Surge? You, Will Williams, Big Roy, and the other guy that was in your little inner circle. With you by my side, with the training that you never underwent, who can stop us? No one, nothing. Your morals will be your own once I speak with you in person. Come to my locker room.

OFF: Sorry for the late reply. Holidays...

OFF: I find it funny that Cyrus's pupils are an amoral skater punk who might be a bit of a sociopath and a would-be cult leader. I do train my apprentices well.

The thread is dead today.

Jarrett wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Daniel Evans arrives at the arena dressed casually in jeans and an ECCW tee. He looks for management of any sort, a determined look on his face.

[Both Jerichos are in their office.]

Evans walks in and takes a seat across from Matthew Jericho, ignoring Stephen.

"Look Matty, here's the deal. I used to be a huge draw, and then you stopped putting me on TV, except with Tiger Boy. Now as much as I love the guy, and more importantly his sister, I think it's time I rejuvenate my singles career, and most importantly win that World Title."

Zadok wrote:

The thread is dead today.

God is dead.

Zadok wrote:

The Legend of Casey wrote:

Zadok wrote:

The Legend of Casey wrote:

Zadok wrote:

The Legend of Casey wrote:

Casey Anomaly
*Casey is laughing at how retarded this new Danny Dyre kid is while watching his promo. Casey then hears his iPhone go off because he isn't a faggot and loves iPhones. Almost as much as he loves Riff Radley's mother. Anyways, he hears his ringtone and he sees he has a text message. He doesn't recognize the number but once he sees the little 'Savior' thing at the bottom he realizes who it is. He reads the very short text over and over again before finally deciding to reply.*
"I'm listening.."

Angel feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, almost alarming him. It was very early in the morning. Or was it night? Surge wasn't even awake, doing Christ knows what in his locker room down the hall.

Groggily, he adjusts himself to reach in to his pants pocket and pull out his phone.

1 New Text Message

"What the Hell?"

Angel looks at the text, realizing it was a response to the text that he had sent to Casey earlier. He decided that rather than beating around the bush to get to the point, he decided to attack it head on.

Seems like you've lost touch with what made you great. Not sure if youve taken notice but I've created a small stable of my own, one that touches upon the core and energy that concerns professional wrestling. We call ourselves the Disciples, and I should not need to explain myself as to what... Or WHOM I should say we are Disciples of. If you'd like to get back to what made you stand out from others by joining people like myself, Matthew, and Elemental, who I've done a fine job mentoring by the way, send me a text back. Or perhaps we could meet somewhere in the Labyrinth.

Casey Anomaly

Casey is on his laptop taking a break from training for the moment. He is in the middle of checking his twitter account when his phone begins to play some gay techno song. He rolls his eyes.

"Fucking women.."

He said implying his current lady friend changed his ringtone and is now texting him. But when he checks the phone he realizes its not her... its Angel. He hesitates to open the text message but after debating it in his head he finally does. He just stares at his phone blankly trying to pick apart in his mind what Angle's motives are. Casey decides to respond

"What's in it for you.."

Angel's phone vibrates once again. He reads Casey's text, his fingers moving like pistons.

Simple. You join the Disciples, and you help me clean this place of sin. Easy enough?

Casey Anomaly

Once he hears his phone go off with his new ringtone that he just set he snatches it up. He reads it and can't help but laugh a bit, shaking his head.

"No sin around here? Come on now that's no fun. Plus you know me and my whole 'Fuck Your Morals' thing? It wouldn't work that well for me. What makes you think I am a perfect addition to the disciples?"

Angel's phone goes off once more. He knows who it's from. He laughs t Casey's jest.

No morals? Without morals you have no gimmick. Being a former champion means you're no longer the underdog from Rhode Island. No gimmick means no fanbase, no fanbase means your popularity declines, and your career begins to decay, as it is right now. You don't have to worry about the whole sinless atmosphere around here, just worry about wrestling. Stay out of the way, and I'll be sure that you're attended to. My mentorship brings people like Matt Brooks to the finale of a tournament to decide who I'll face, and he was outmatched against Surge. Who knows best how to defeat Surge? You, Will Williams, Big Roy, and the other guy that was in your little inner circle. With you by my side, with the training that you never underwent, who can stop us? No one, nothing. Your morals will be your own once I speak with you in person. Come to my locker room.

OFF: Sorry for the late reply. Holidays...

OFF jut saw you replied but Im going to bed now but expect a reply tomorrow

Future TJ wrote:

Zadok wrote:

The thread is dead today.

God is dead.

Nyeh, TJ.

Future TJ wrote:

Zadok wrote:

Future TJ wrote:

Zadok wrote:

The thread is dead today.

God is dead.

Nyeh, TJ.

The Hell is that?

'The Hardcore Assassin', Adam Jones, is in the practice ring, preparing for his Crush debut against Billy Joe Campbell.

Lady Acapulco is looking for Danny Dyre.

Jarrett wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Jarrett wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Daniel Evans arrives at the arena dressed casually in jeans and an ECCW tee. He looks for management of any sort, a determined look on his face.

[Both Jerichos are in their office.]

Evans walks in and takes a seat across from Matthew Jericho, ignoring Stephen.

"Look Matty, here's the deal. I used to be a huge draw, and then you stopped putting me on TV, except with Tiger Boy. Now as much as I love the guy, and more importantly his sister, I think it's time I rejuvenate my singles career, and most importantly win that World Title."

Matthew: The way I see it, you're the one who has been letting your own career slip through your hands. Remember, I'm in charge of your job, but you are in charge of your career.

Evans is visibly upset by Jericho's words, but not deterred.

"Look Matt, I don't know what you want me to do. You want me to be the asshole version of Daniel Evans? You want the Thunder Kat Daniel Evans? Because I don't care what I have to do, I want a shot at the top. One big match, one match against the man that has quite a legacy. A match against one of your biggest draws and a man I've yet to beat. Surge. Not just on TV, on Pay-Per-View. I want to beat him good and proper, and show you that I deserve a Title Shot. I ain't one of these obnoxious young talents demanding opportunities, I just need you to get the ball rolling."

Mesa wrote:

Jarrett wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Jarrett wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Mesa wrote:

Daniel Evans arrives at the arena dressed casually in jeans and an ECCW tee. He looks for management of any sort, a determined look on his face.

[Both Jerichos are in their office.]

Evans walks in and takes a seat across from Matthew Jericho, ignoring Stephen.

"Look Matty, here's the deal. I used to be a huge draw, and then you stopped putting me on TV, except with Tiger Boy. Now as much as I love the guy, and more importantly his sister, I think it's time I rejuvenate my singles career, and most importantly win that World Title."

Matthew: The way I see it, you're the one who has been letting your own career slip through your hands. Remember, I'm in charge of your job, but you are in charge of your career.

Evans is visibly upset by Jericho's words, but not deterred.

"Look Matt, I don't know what you want me to do. You want me to be the asshole version of Daniel Evans? You want the Thunder Kat Daniel Evans? Because I don't care what I have to do, I want a shot at the top. One big match, one match against the man that has quite a legacy. A match against one of your biggest draws and a man I've yet to beat. Surge. Not just on TV, on Pay-Per-View. I want to beat him good and proper, and show you that I deserve a Title Shot. I ain't one of these obnoxious young talents demanding opportunities, I just need you to get the ball rolling."

Meanwhile, Surge is fucking Evans' wife/Tiger Boy's sister, whose name he forgets because she is just another one of his whores. With her screaming his name, he stops and jumps out of bed.

Evans' wife: "Where are you going, Surge?"

With his massive dick blocked out by a black bar, Surge throws on some clothes.

Surge: "I just heard your faggot husband wants a match against me."

Evans' wife: "But...Surge...we were making love-"

Surge: "Shut up, bitch."

Throwing on a coat, he almost rips off the door on his way out and runs into the cold only wearing a pair of shorts and the coat. After jacking one of Evans' faggot European imports, he comes speeding to the ECCW arena.

Surge: "GET OFF MY PLANE~!!"

Angel's music hits, sending a shockwave through the audience. He has a microphone in his right hand, his Terror World Heavyweight Championship slung over his left shoulder. He begins a slow, methodical walk to the ring, acknowledging a handful of fans along the way. He enters the ring, dropping down to both of his knees, laying the title down in front of him. His music cuts, and an eery silence passes over the arena.

"I came, I saw, I conquered. I've proved them wrong. I've sent my enemies to the firey depths, and yet more progress to face the same fate. My reserve of strength is endless, He said it would be so."

Angel stands, leaving the title in the ring.

"I do not stand before you as a different man. I have not changed since my arrival in ECCW, the first coming or the second. However, in case you have not noticed, I have changed this company since I've come here. Mr. Money in the Bank, World Heavyweight Champion... Look, the list goes on, but I have no time to brag about what I've done in the past, because what is of importance is what the future contains. It appears as though that at Royal Crumble, I could face one of two people. I could face Surge, one of the best to ever grace ECCW with his presence, or Venom, who deemed that it would be fitting that upon the second coming to thrust himself in to the spotlight upon attacking me, among others. I understand Casey Anomaly was one of those people, Casey defeated Venom, and I defeated Casey. By that knowledge, I will not have a problem in defeating Venom.

Angel walks around the ring. The camera cuts to show the title laying in the ring.

"However, it's the true wonder of the company that I'm truely focused on. Surge, the undeclared number one draw within the company. Or so he would like to think. That title belongs to me now that I have the ECCW Heavyweight Championship. However, that does not take away from the skill or presence of mind that Surge has, or perhaps lack thereof. The alcohol, drugs, and women may be a distraction, but when it comes time for him to step in the ring, I have no doubt that he'll be ready. That's what I want, what I truly desire. In order to be considered the best, you have to beat the best. If Surge makes it to me, IF Surge makes it to me, then only the best will leave the Heavyweight Champion at Royal Crumble. Aside from that, I have a few things to say about the Disciples. Matthew and Elemental, if you're backstage, you may come out, because there are potentially two others who wish to become our equal. One is guaranteed, I spoke with him earlier. He wishes the same as us."

Angel walks to the center of the ring, grabbing his title off of the apron and slinging it on to his shoulder.

"Without further adue, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Deacon... Carmine!


Deacon appears on the stage, met with a decent ovation from those who saw his "I Quit" match against Bruiser Bigshot. Deacon was a massive human being, the Marine Corps made it so. However, instead of wearing woodland camouflage like everyone was accustomed to, he was wearing arctic white camouflage. Perhaps to symbolize his joining of the Disciples. He still wore his patented black combat boots, which were audible over the audience. He walks to the ring, mounts it, and steps beneath the second rope. He stood upwards of four inches above Angel. He had a microphone present, and holds it down around his right hip.

Angel presses the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.

"See, I've been following Deacon's career in my short time, on and off the battlefield. While it is insulting to say something along the lines of "He was a Marine", because he still is, there is no doubt that he IS a Disciple. Deacon, hold the other side of this title, and look in to it. Tell me what it is you see."

Carmine grabs the opposite strap of the title, peering in to the large, platinum plate that was Angel's title. He could see his reflection, the lights in the arena, and plenty of people. He signals to Angel that he's ready to answer, and Angel slides the title back on to his shoulder.

"I see my future, my goals that I know I can accomplish with your guidance. I am not alone. I have plenty of brothers who are willing to listen and follow, and in time they will lead, as I once lead."

"Good answer, Deacon. Now, there's another superstar backstage who I've recently came in to connection with once again. I won the ECCW Tag Team Titles with this man, I won the ECCW Heavyweight Title from this man. Recently we've been communicating about his career and how it's been taking a nosedive as of late, and while he certainly has accomplished alot, it disappoints me to know that a former brother of mine has let his career go through his hands like sand through a sieve. Casey, I know you can hear me, it's time to decide where your loyalties lie within ECCW. Get out here."

Zayten arrives at the ECCW arena.

*Dustin Shore is seen backstage, watching a tape of the Royal Crumble match he won almost two years ago., watching his movements and that of others.*