EFNW Wrestling :: The Science of Evil

Angel Rodriguez is waiting for Robert Cairo's waiting list to dwindle, because he has manners befitting a World champion.

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Angel Rodriguez is waiting for Robert Cairo's waiting list to dwindle, because he has manners befitting a World champion.

While waiting, Angel hears some more demonic laughing, which could possibly be more mind games from Marcus Kane.

Frieza wrote:

Harry Jones makes his signature entrance & receives an onslaught of boos from the EFNW fans.

Harry Jones: "Yet again I find myself trapped here; imprisoned against my will, amongst all those who would wish to do me harm. Once more, I find myself pounding on the doors, desperately calling out for ... help. For salvation; for some kindred spirit to come along and save me from this place ... But it's pointless. My efforts are fruitless, my calls go unheard ... some would say it's futile, even. Some would venture out as far as to say that there's no escape from this ... reality, as they'd refer to it - this life that I've been condemned to live, surrounded by vultures, leeches, and parasites alike. But being the unique individual that I am, I know better. I know that this ... life and this reality ... they're not real. The only thing real is me - HARRY JONES!"

Harry paces back and forth, collecting his thoughts.

Harry Jones: "Unlike everyone else on this God-forsaken planet, I see clearly; no illusions, no tricks, no veil pulled over my eyes ... I see this place, this life for what it truly is ... and the people in it for what they really are ... hypocrites. Dustin Shore is the biggest one of them all, because - "

TBC by You Know Who

OT: Short & sweet.

*Harry is cut off by Dustin Shore's music, and he comes out onto the stage to a good ovation. He walks down to the ring with his microphone in hand, and ends up standing opposite Harry Jones, watching him as his music cuts out.*

Dustin Shore: Sorry to interrupt you, Harry. Please, continue. I think you were going to talk about why I'm such a huge hypocrite.

*Harry glares at Dustin for a moment, but when it looks like he is going to talk again, Dustin cuts him off.*

Dustin Shore: Actually, I think we've heard quite enough out of you.

*The crowd pops as Harry looks angry at being cut off.*

Dustin Shore: You are the only one left, the only one that is real, blah, blah, blah. Honestly, I couldn't care less why you did what you did to me, why you think you're better than everyone, why you think you're in the Matrix or whatever the hell you're talking about. I don't care anymore. You wanna talk about leeches and parasites, about being The Best in the World. You want to talk about my career, and you want to talk about how I am the harbinger of death for professional wrestling. I'm getting damn sick of your crazy, world-changing, conspiracy theory bullshit. The very plain fact of the matter is, you tried to end my career. And you didn't even have the balls to do it to my face. No, Harry, you want to end my career? You should have done it to my face. Now, I'm sorely tempted to drop this mic, take a few steps forward, and proceed to beat the unholy man-shit out of you. But what would that accomplish? Security would come out here, break us apart, and at the best I'd get to hit you two or three dozen times. So I think I want to give you a chance to end my career, crazy as that sounds. I want to fight you, in a match. More importantly, I want to beat you, and put an end to this lunacy.

Mitch wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Angel Rodriguez is waiting for Robert Cairo's waiting list to dwindle, because he has manners befitting a World champion.

While waiting, Angel hears some more demonic laughing, which could possibly be more mind games from Marcus Kane.

AR: I'm gonna find you, Kane. And then I'm going to get even with you.

Frieza wrote:

OT: John, you were supposed to face Black before TJ put him in a match with Omega. Don't request matches from Cairo tbh, it kinda makes it hard to book the show

OOC:

Confused.... So I am facing Black now?

John TPA wrote:

Frieza wrote:

OT: John, you were supposed to face Black before TJ put him in a match with Omega. Don't request matches from Cairo tbh, it kinda makes it hard to book the show

OOC:

Confused.... So I am facing Black now?

No no, we're working on it.

Future TJ wrote:

John TPA wrote:

Frieza wrote:

OT: John, you were supposed to face Black before TJ put him in a match with Omega. Don't request matches from Cairo tbh, it kinda makes it hard to book the show

OOC:

Confused.... So I am facing Black now?

No no, we're working on it.

Alright then, I will wait around to see who I am facing before promoing.

RifRad wrote:

Marcus Kane wrote:

RifRad wrote:

Mitch wrote:

RifRad wrote:

*Riff Radley walks around the arena, again talking on his phone, his cronies, Max and Mark Meyhem, doing an overall good job at being Riff's body guards, walk behind him in unison.*

Riff Radley
(To his phone)"No, dammit! Fucking caviar! Do you speak fucking english?!... Oh, sorry, you're italian. Hold on." (To Mark) "Why does my Italian chef speak very little english? I'm supposed to be the only one ordering and I speak English. Why does he even need to know Italian?(Pause) You know what, maybe I'll just order some pizza tonight." (Back to the phone.) "Merci. Au revoir mon ami." (Hangs up phone.)

Max Meyhem
"Um, boss, he was Italian, not French..."

Riff Radley
"Who gives a fuck? They're all romantic languages. If he has the nerve not to know English, he should at least know that other useless language."

*As Riff continues down the hallway, ___________ walks in the same path, right in front of Riff. The two stop, neither wanting to give way to the other. The Meyhem brothers take a step forward.*

Riff Radley
"*Cough* Excuse me, you're in my way."

Riff walks into the path of Marcus Kane. He looks at the Meyhem brothers & laughs.

Marcus: "I think you are in my way here, slick."

*Hearing Marcus's voice, Riff looks up from his phone that he was OBVIOUSLY typing on seeing as he had the dinner delema and all.*

Riff Radley
"Ah! Why hello, Mr. Kane, I'm sorry I hadn't noticed you, I was attending to some business! Mark, Max, no need to worry about this one, he is a friend... well, I hope you're a friend. There's always room in Radley Corp for another associate of some sort, especially for one so influential as yourself! I hear you do very well in the mind fucking business. I may have a job for you!"

Marcus: "You haven't done anything to invoke my rage towards you, so you are OK by me Riff. As far as your offer, I am listening. But make it quick, as I have some business with an individual who seems to think he is god's gift to this business."

Riff Radley
"Aha! Seems like we have just about the same problem! From what I've heard, aren't you after one Angel Rodriguez?"

Marcus: "Damn right I am. I get my chance to end his career at Pain for Pride, but quite frankly, I don't want to wait for that. And judging by how angry he is with me, not that I care if he is or he isn't, I say that he doesn't want to wait either. But what is the problem you are having & what can I do for you in terms of it?"

RifRad wrote:

Marcus Kane wrote:

RifRad wrote:

Marcus Kane wrote:

RifRad wrote:

Mitch wrote:

RifRad wrote:

*Riff Radley walks around the arena, again talking on his phone, his cronies, Max and Mark Meyhem, doing an overall good job at being Riff's body guards, walk behind him in unison.*

Riff Radley
(To his phone)"No, dammit! Fucking caviar! Do you speak fucking english?!... Oh, sorry, you're italian. Hold on." (To Mark) "Why does my Italian chef speak very little english? I'm supposed to be the only one ordering and I speak English. Why does he even need to know Italian?(Pause) You know what, maybe I'll just order some pizza tonight." (Back to the phone.) "Merci. Au revoir mon ami." (Hangs up phone.)

Max Meyhem
"Um, boss, he was Italian, not French..."

Riff Radley
"Who gives a fuck? They're all romantic languages. If he has the nerve not to know English, he should at least know that other useless language."

*As Riff continues down the hallway, ___________ walks in the same path, right in front of Riff. The two stop, neither wanting to give way to the other. The Meyhem brothers take a step forward.*

Riff Radley
"*Cough* Excuse me, you're in my way."

Riff walks into the path of Marcus Kane. He looks at the Meyhem brothers & laughs.

Marcus: "I think you are in my way here, slick."

*Hearing Marcus's voice, Riff looks up from his phone that he was OBVIOUSLY typing on seeing as he had the dinner delema and all.*

Riff Radley
"Ah! Why hello, Mr. Kane, I'm sorry I hadn't noticed you, I was attending to some business! Mark, Max, no need to worry about this one, he is a friend... well, I hope you're a friend. There's always room in Radley Corp for another associate of some sort, especially for one so influential as yourself! I hear you do very well in the mind fucking business. I may have a job for you!"

Marcus: "You haven't done anything to invoke my rage towards you, so you are OK by me Riff. As far as your offer, I am listening. But make it quick, as I have some business with an individual who seems to think he is god's gift to this business."

Riff Radley
"Aha! Seems like we have just about the same problem! From what I've heard, aren't you after one Angel Rodriguez?"

Marcus: "Damn right I am. I get my chance to end his career at Pain for Pride, but quite frankly, I don't want to wait for that. And judging by how angry he is with me, not that I care if he is or he isn't, I say that he doesn't want to wait either. But what is the problem you are having & what can I do for you in terms of it?"

Riff Radley
"Now, now, Mr. Kane! It's not just what you can do for me, it's also what I can do for you! You see, I understand that you are a very able competitor, but one that has opperated a "Mexican" Mafia might slip from your grasp! I'm not saying that you wouldn't be able to do the job yourself, but if something happens and Rodriguez happens to escape, I would love to offer you both my body guards' help and my own! We could act as your... electric fence I suppose. He gets out, we'll send him back for you. Or what ever you want us to do."

*Riff pauses for a moment to let that sink in a little. He seems to suddenly understand that Marcus might be awaiting another part of the deal. So he continues.*

Riff Radley
"Now, you might wonder to yourself what I might get out of this. Well, I also have myself a pain that seems to think himself a "Legend Rising". (Riff uses air quotes for this before clapping his hands once.) Now, while I expect I could easily beat him down, especially with the help of the Meyhems here, I need to rip this man apart. Make sure he knows his place. This is where you would come into play! You see, I'm not that great at the game of minds just yet. Or at least not good enough to get inside of this one's head, so I could use some help. And seeing as you are one of the best men I know of for that job... Well, I might just have a contract for you in my brief case here."

*Riff slightly raises a briefcase that he had been holding the whole time in the hand opposite his phone.*

Marcus raises an eyebrow.

Marcus: "Now, Riff. I understand that we are talking business & I know that you are a skilled competitor with one of the brightest futures of anyone else here. But let me just say that I have no intentions of being under contract to you. I will have no issues helping you with what you need help with, no question. But after that, we go our separate ways. This is strictly business. I am not saying no to your offer, I just hope you understand, I don't intend to sign the contract you have in the briefcase in your hand."

Oriadon wrote:

Frieza wrote:

Harry Jones makes his signature entrance & receives an onslaught of boos from the EFNW fans.

Harry Jones: "Yet again I find myself trapped here; imprisoned against my will, amongst all those who would wish to do me harm. Once more, I find myself pounding on the doors, desperately calling out for ... help. For salvation; for some kindred spirit to come along and save me from this place ... But it's pointless. My efforts are fruitless, my calls go unheard ... some would say it's futile, even. Some would venture out as far as to say that there's no escape from this ... reality, as they'd refer to it - this life that I've been condemned to live, surrounded by vultures, leeches, and parasites alike. But being the unique individual that I am, I know better. I know that this ... life and this reality ... they're not real. The only thing real is me - HARRY JONES!"

Harry paces back and forth, collecting his thoughts.

Harry Jones: "Unlike everyone else on this God-forsaken planet, I see clearly; no illusions, no tricks, no veil pulled over my eyes ... I see this place, this life for what it truly is ... and the people in it for what they really are ... hypocrites. Dustin Shore is the biggest one of them all, because - "

TBC by You Know Who

OT: Short & sweet.

*Harry is cut off by Dustin Shore's music, and he comes out onto the stage to a good ovation. He walks down to the ring with his microphone in hand, and ends up standing opposite Harry Jones, watching him as his music cuts out.*

Dustin Shore: Sorry to interrupt you, Harry. Please, continue. I think you were going to talk about why I'm such a huge hypocrite.

*Harry glares at Dustin for a moment, but when it looks like he is going to talk again, Dustin cuts him off.*

Dustin Shore: Actually, I think we've heard quite enough out of you.

*The crowd pops as Harry looks angry at being cut off.*

Dustin Shore: You are the only one left, the only one that is real, blah, blah, blah. Honestly, I couldn't care less why you did what you did to me, why you think you're better than everyone, why you think you're in the Matrix or whatever the hell you're talking about. I don't care anymore. You wanna talk about leeches and parasites, about being The Best in the World. You want to talk about my career, and you want to talk about how I am the harbinger of death for professional wrestling. I'm getting damn sick of your crazy, world-changing, conspiracy theory bullshit. The very plain fact of the matter is, you tried to end my career. And you didn't even have the balls to do it to my face. No, Harry, you want to end my career? You should have done it to my face. Now, I'm sorely tempted to drop this mic, take a few steps forward, and proceed to beat the unholy man-shit out of you. But what would that accomplish? Security would come out here, break us apart, and at the best I'd get to hit you two or three dozen times. So I think I want to give you a chance to end my career, crazy as that sounds. I want to fight you, in a match. More importantly, I want to beat you, and put an end to this lunacy.

Harry Jones: "Dustin, there are a few things which require clarification. First and foremost; I'm not insane ... but I'll tell you what I am, Dustin; PISSED off! I want to make sure that you understand the magnitude of the situation you oh-so willingly threw yourself into. I want to make sure you REALIZE ... just how important this match is, and just how FAR I'm willing to go to make sure that once all is said and done? I'm the last man standing. You see, Dustin, you've thrust yourself into a proverbial black hole - an endless abyss of agony, suffering, and torment - and that's before you step foot in that ring with me. Because I know you, Dustin - I can see into your brain, feel the few thoughts left in your mind that are truly your own ... and already, I've gotten to you. Already, I've planted the seeds of doubt and despair within your mind - I've forced you to question and challenge everything you thought you knew ... and that alone will tear you apart in ways that even I'm not capable of. Do you understand me, Dustin? Do you realize what this means?"

Harry briefly pauses, before continuing.

Harry Jones: "Haha ... it means that even here, even now, I've already won. In fact, my success was certain the moment that you cost me the EFNW Wrestling Championship! The moment that those leeches started cheering for you - the moment you embraced the love and compassion of the fans was the night that you solidified yourself as a worthless piece of trash! You solidified yourself as an imbecile who is too dimwitted and short-sighted to see that you're nothing more but a puppet to those people - those fans that you love oh-so dearly. It was that moment, Dustin, that very instant that sealed your fate ... Because you made the mistake of making your presence known. Your lust and need to be in the spotlight, to be the center of attention served only to screw you over in the end, your misguided actions and your need to cater to your dear, precious fans left you blind, and it all led you to believe that challenging me was a ... smart thing to do. A reasonable action, but the fact of the matter is that in that very moment, you made the worst mistake of your life."

While Harry takes another moment to collect his thoughts, Dustin thinks about what Harry had to say.

Harry Jones: "You attempted to take me from top to bottom in just one night ... but all you did was further my point. All you did ... was prove just how mindless you truly are; how far gone your pride and dignity are, to sell yourself out to those people. You came out there one month ago in front of the entire world, seeking approval; BEGGING to be noticed, dying for the attention of all of your supposed fans ... Well congratulations, Dustin, because you got what you wanted. You wanted to catch someone's attention in order to make a legitimate name for yourself in a legitimate wrestling company ... and you did. The only problem there is that you didn't just catch anyone's attention, Shore. You didn't simply get yourself noticed by Robert Cairo or those fans ... in fact, they probably still don't even know who you are. But that's okay, Dustin - that's alright, because you caught the attention of the only person that matters in this company - no, in this INDUSTRY! You caught my attention. Which I'm sure is feeling like a blessing right now, to be noticed by the greatest performer in professional wrestling today ... but it's not, and come Pain For Pride, you'll realize that, Dustin! You will realize that there will NEVER be another Harry Jones!"

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Champion, apparently fell asleep sitting outside of Robert Cairo's office. Hey, it was a comfortable spot on the floor to sit! Anyway, he wakes up and looks to be going about his day when Eric Lindgren walks up to him.

EL: Oh my god! You're Cyrus Black! Can I get your autograph?

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Champion, apparently fell asleep sitting outside of Robert Cairo's office. Hey, it was a comfortable spot on the floor to sit! Anyway, he wakes up and looks to be going about his day when Eric Lindgren walks up to him.

EL: Oh my god! You're Cyrus Black! Can I get your autograph?

Cyrus Black: Um...sure? Why not?

Eric hands him a pen and paper and Cyrus scribbles his name.

Cyrus Black: And who should I make this out to?

Cyrus T wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Champion, apparently fell asleep sitting outside of Robert Cairo's office. Hey, it was a comfortable spot on the floor to sit! Anyway, he wakes up and looks to be going about his day when Eric Lindgren walks up to him.

EL: Oh my god! You're Cyrus Black! Can I get your autograph?

Cyrus Black: Um...sure? Why not?

Eric hands him a pen and paper and Cyrus scribbles his name.

Cyrus Black: And who should I make this out to?

EL: Eric Lindgren. You might have seen me on CWW, and even a few shows here.

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Champion, apparently fell asleep sitting outside of Robert Cairo's office. Hey, it was a comfortable spot on the floor to sit! Anyway, he wakes up and looks to be going about his day when Eric Lindgren walks up to him.

EL: Oh my god! You're Cyrus Black! Can I get your autograph?

Cyrus Black: Um...sure? Why not?

Eric hands him a pen and paper and Cyrus scribbles his name.

Cyrus Black: And who should I make this out to?

EL: Eric Lindgren. You might have seen me on CWW, and even a few shows here.

Cyrus nods.

Cyrus Black: That's right...I've seen you here and there. Another bright young face looking to carve his niche here in EFNW...

Cyrus T wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

Cyrus Black, EFNW World Champion, apparently fell asleep sitting outside of Robert Cairo's office. Hey, it was a comfortable spot on the floor to sit! Anyway, he wakes up and looks to be going about his day when Eric Lindgren walks up to him.

EL: Oh my god! You're Cyrus Black! Can I get your autograph?

Cyrus Black: Um...sure? Why not?

Eric hands him a pen and paper and Cyrus scribbles his name.

Cyrus Black: And who should I make this out to?

EL: Eric Lindgren. You might have seen me on CWW, and even a few shows here.

Cyrus nods.

Cyrus Black: That's right...I've seen you here and there. Another bright young face looking to carve his niche here in EFNW...

EL: Exactly. Hey, good luck with Alex Nova, although let's be honest, you don't need it?

Leon Jackson arrives, a smile on his face as he begins to walk around the arena