EFNW Wrestling :: The Science of Evil

Hazza wrote:

After one of the most physical matches in EFNW Wrestling history: Harry Jones sits in his locker room, soaking in the animosity of once again choking in a Championship Match against Cyrus Black. Luckily for Jones he will receive a rematch on the upcoming HardKore Orgy event!

Angel Rodriguez walks in without knocking and mockingly claps the Australian.

AR: I have to admit it. You really taught me how to get the job done tonight. Now personally, I have never lost a Ladder match and if your pigheaded father would have given me my contractually obligated rematch, I would have shown you how it was done.

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Hazza wrote:

After one of the most physical matches in EFNW Wrestling history: Harry Jones sits in his locker room, soaking in the animosity of once again choking in a Championship Match against Cyrus Black. Luckily for Jones he will receive a rematch on the upcoming HardKore Orgy event!

Angel Rodriguez walks in without knocking and mockingly claps the Australian.

AR: I have to admit it. You really taught me how to get the job done tonight. Now personally, I have never lost a Ladder match and if your pigheaded father would have given me my contractually obligated rematch, I would have shown you how it was done.

Harry Jones: "Angel Rodriguez, before we engage in a full-blown conversation, I would like to point out how much of a fucking untalented douche you are. Now, carry on..."

[Adam Young decides to knock on Travis door]

Hazza wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

Hazza wrote:

After one of the most physical matches in EFNW Wrestling history: Harry Jones sits in his locker room, soaking in the animosity of once again choking in a Championship Match against Cyrus Black. Luckily for Jones he will receive a rematch on the upcoming HardKore Orgy event!

Angel Rodriguez walks in without knocking and mockingly claps the Australian.

AR: I have to admit it. You really taught me how to get the job done tonight. Now personally, I have never lost a Ladder match and if your pigheaded father would have given me my contractually obligated rematch, I would have shown you how it was done.

Harry Jones: "Angel Rodriguez, before we engage in a full-blown conversation, I would like to point out how much of a fucking untalented douche you are. Now, carry on..."

AR: Didn't expect anything else, my friend. But I'm not here just to mock you. You see, my open challenge was ruined by Hardcore Demon and so I didn't have the chance to impress Travis and earn my EFNW title shot. So how about I show you how to win a Ladder match?

"Welcome Home" blares over the arena's loudspeakers as the crowd comes to their feet. And they soon come unglued as Cyrus Black, STILL the EFNW World Heavyweight Champion after EFNW 5: Excalibur. Cyrus looks a bit haggered and there's a noticeable limp in his step, but he's still standing tall as the audience shows their approval. He climbs into the ring as he unfastens the title belt around his waist and holds it up for everyone to see, which elicits a huge pop. Cyrus then lays the title belt in the center of the ring and heads for a corner. He has a seat as a stagehand hands him a microphone.

Cyrus Black: Well, guess who's still the World Champion?

The crowd pops loudly at that. A "Cyrus Black!" chant breaks out.

Cyrus Black: Yeah, as it turns out, for all of Harry's prognostications about my personal beliefs making me weak, I'm the one who held on to the belt and he's the one who ended up with nothing. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't exactly a picnic...I'm still sore as hell and I've got several stitches in my back of my head. But all in all, I proved at Excalibur why I am exactly who I say I am. And Harry...well, he just proved once again that, regardless of what he says, when it comes to crunch time against Cyrus Black, the only thing he can do properly is choke.

Cyrus scratches his chin pensively.

Cyrus Black: But here's where this story takes a right turn into stupidity instead of ending like it should have. As I've recently learned on the grapevine, Harry's going to be getting a rematch at the next PPV. Which doesn't make any sense...Harry lost at Excalibur. It's not like he was the champion and lost his belt, thereby getting a rematch in most promotions. No...I DEFENDED MY TITLE by defeating Harry, meaning that in most promotions he goes to the back of the line and I get to go beat up on somebody new for a change. But apparently, that's not the case in EFNW. You want a title match just after losing one? Sure, why not? It's not as if there's ANYBODY ELSE I COULD BE FIGHTING INSTEAD...

Cyrus rolls his eyes as he looks to continue, but he is cut off by _________________________'s music, to which Cyrus lets slip an exasperated sigh.

.nova. wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

"Welcome Home" blares over the arena's loudspeakers as the crowd comes to their feet. And they soon come unglued as Cyrus Black, STILL the EFNW World Heavyweight Champion after EFNW 5: Excalibur. Cyrus looks a bit haggered and there's a noticeable limp in his step, but he's still standing tall as the audience shows their approval. He climbs into the ring as he unfastens the title belt around his waist and holds it up for everyone to see, which elicits a huge pop. Cyrus then lays the title belt in the center of the ring and heads for a corner. He has a seat as a stagehand hands him a microphone.

Cyrus Black: Well, guess who's still the World Champion?

The crowd pops loudly at that. A "Cyrus Black!" chant breaks out.

Cyrus Black: Yeah, as it turns out, for all of Harry's prognostications about my personal beliefs making me weak, I'm the one who held on to the belt and he's the one who ended up with nothing. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't exactly a picnic...I'm still sore as hell and I've got several stitches in my back of my head. But all in all, I proved at Excalibur why I am exactly who I say I am. And Harry...well, he just proved once again that, regardless of what he says, when it comes to crunch time against Cyrus Black, the only thing he can do properly is choke.

Cyrus scratches his chin pensively.

Cyrus Black: But here's where this story takes a right turn into stupidity instead of ending like it should have. As I've recently learned on the grapevine, Harry's going to be getting a rematch at the next PPV. Which doesn't make any sense...Harry lost at Excalibur. It's not like he was the champion and lost his belt, thereby getting a rematch in most promotions. No...I DEFENDED MY TITLE by defeating Harry, meaning that in most promotions he goes to the back of the line and I get to go beat up on somebody new for a change. But apparently, that's not the case in EFNW. You want a title match just after losing one? Sure, why not? It's not as if there's ANYBODY ELSE I COULD BE FIGHTING INSTEAD...

Cyrus rolls his eyes as he looks to continue, but he is cut off by _________________________'s music, to which Cyrus lets slip an exasperated sigh.

Alex Nova's theme blares through the speakers as fans know what's coming and the shower of his pyro ignites and fans jump to their feet. A figure of a man with a hood over his head is show with his back facing the people. As his music begins to actually play, he turns around and lifts the top of his hood off with one hand and poses as the fans give him a mixed reaction. He walks down the ramp his eyes locked on Cyrus Black and his title. He smirks as he takes his focus off, and runs up the steps and into the ring, and stands toe-to-toe with the legendary Cyrus Black. He stares at him for a solid 10 seconds before demanding a mic; eye's still locked on him.

"You...I've faced.. a lot of people, I've accomplished, a big part of EFNW's success over the past months I've been here, but I've been watching you. Every move you make, every breath you take, every cereal you bite, every shit you take, I don't care, I've been WATCHING. And every time I do watch..I notice something..you love to get inside people's heads, and make it clear you are the most dominant force the wrestling industries ever seen. But among them lies something more, a more powerful force, but nobody has realized it yet..nobody has come to their senses and realized that a man much stronger then Cyrus, a man more complex and aggressive.. then Cyrus, is here..and you wanna know who this man is..? He's defeated Kevin Evans, he has captured the EFNW Revolution title..and soon, he will rip apart the one thing standing in his path to success, Cyrus Black!"

The crowd goes nuts as the can feel the animosity, they can feel the tension inside the building now they start a "NOVA, NOVA, NOVA!" Chant that rings through Cyrus's ears as Nova awaits a response his muscles tense

Cyrus stands up (as he had been sitting down this whole time) as he picks up his title belt and slings it over his right shoulder. He sizes up Alex for a couple of seconds before pulling a piece of paper out of his coat pocket. He peruses it for another couple of seconds before folding it gently and putting it back in his coat pocket. Finally, he says:

Cyrus Black: And who the hell are you supposed to be?

Nova's fans boo Cyrus, but the majority of fans chuckle at Cyrus's rib of the former Revolution Champion.

Cyrus Black: Seriously...I just went through my list of potential nitwits who'd come out here and interrupt my promo. And I didn't see your name and picture on my list. Now, before you get all hot and bothered, I know who you are...you're that Alex Nova kid who's been best frenemies with Kevin Evans, right? Former Revolution Champion, and all around annoying pest...yep, that sounds about right.

Cyrus sees Nova's gaze shift to the EFNW World Title on his shoulder as he shouts:

Cyrus Black: HEY! I know it's a nice looking title, but when you're in the ring with Cyrus Black, you'll want to keep your eyes on me. Bad things happen to people when they're in the ring with me, especially if they're not focused.

Alex directs his gaze to where he and Cyrus are looking eye to eye.

Cyrus Black: Let me explain a few things to you, Alex. First off, stop looking at my title belt as if you have some God-given right to it. As far as I'm concerned, you'd done Jack and shit to earn a shot, and Jack left town. And before you talk about what a gutsy win you had against Kevin Evans and how great of a Revolution Champion you were, allow me to enlighten you about the road I had to take to be the one true EFNW World Champion. First, I beat Surge...yeah, that Surge. Then, I defeated Twista XL, a XCW Original and probably one of their Hall of Famers. And then, I beat Harry Jones, patriarch of EFNW in a match he SPECIFICALLY CHOSE. That's three modern-day legends back-to-back-to-back. And you...you beat Kevin Evans. Admittedly, Kevin did beat me that one time, but I'm fairly certain I've kicked his ass many times over. At any rate, the bottom line is that you're not ready to go to this level yet, youngblood.

A loud chant for Cyrus Black echoes throughout the arena.

Cyrus Black: Secondly, you talked before about how I like to play mind games, how I like to worm my way into my opponents' heads, get them to doubt their steadfast beliefs in their own skills, and shatter their delusions of grandeur. Well, from the sound of things, I've already done that with you without even trying. You're following my every move, watching me, stalking me like some obsessed fanboy...and now you want to come out here and say that you're some "greater force" that'll overcome that? Are you stupid? Alex...I've already been renting space in your skull and I haven't even been trying. It's at this point that you have to ask yourself a very simple question...if I'm already messing with you mentally at this kind of level without having to put forth the effort, what then will I be able to do if I actually try?

Cyrus chuckles.

Cyrus Black: The answer's a simple one...I'll mentally cripple you before I physically destroy you. You can try and put on a brave face, but the bottom line is that you don't believe your crap anymore than I do. You're just angry about losing your Revolution Championship and think that you can do one better. And maybe you can...but not against me. Not as you are now. I honestly don't know how bad the obsession is that you have for me, nor do I care to find out. But the fact that you admit that I'm always on your mind suggests that I've already won the mental warfare without having to lift a finger or say a word. Your trainers have prepared you to face a great many different competitors...trust me, no trainer can ever prepare you to face Cyrus Black.

Cyrus T wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

"Welcome Home" blares over the arena's loudspeakers as the crowd comes to their feet. And they soon come unglued as Cyrus Black, STILL the EFNW World Heavyweight Champion after EFNW 5: Excalibur. Cyrus looks a bit haggered and there's a noticeable limp in his step, but he's still standing tall as the audience shows their approval. He climbs into the ring as he unfastens the title belt around his waist and holds it up for everyone to see, which elicits a huge pop. Cyrus then lays the title belt in the center of the ring and heads for a corner. He has a seat as a stagehand hands him a microphone.

Cyrus Black: Well, guess who's still the World Champion?

The crowd pops loudly at that. A "Cyrus Black!" chant breaks out.

Cyrus Black: Yeah, as it turns out, for all of Harry's prognostications about my personal beliefs making me weak, I'm the one who held on to the belt and he's the one who ended up with nothing. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't exactly a picnic...I'm still sore as hell and I've got several stitches in my back of my head. But all in all, I proved at Excalibur why I am exactly who I say I am. And Harry...well, he just proved once again that, regardless of what he says, when it comes to crunch time against Cyrus Black, the only thing he can do properly is choke.

Cyrus scratches his chin pensively.

Cyrus Black: But here's where this story takes a right turn into stupidity instead of ending like it should have. As I've recently learned on the grapevine, Harry's going to be getting a rematch at the next PPV. Which doesn't make any sense...Harry lost at Excalibur. It's not like he was the champion and lost his belt, thereby getting a rematch in most promotions. No...I DEFENDED MY TITLE by defeating Harry, meaning that in most promotions he goes to the back of the line and I get to go beat up on somebody new for a change. But apparently, that's not the case in EFNW. You want a title match just after losing one? Sure, why not? It's not as if there's ANYBODY ELSE I COULD BE FIGHTING INSTEAD...

Cyrus rolls his eyes as he looks to continue, but he is cut off by _________________________'s music, to which Cyrus lets slip an exasperated sigh.

Alex Nova's theme blares through the speakers as fans know what's coming and the shower of his pyro ignites and fans jump to their feet. A figure of a man with a hood over his head is show with his back facing the people. As his music begins to actually play, he turns around and lifts the top of his hood off with one hand and poses as the fans give him a mixed reaction. He walks down the ramp his eyes locked on Cyrus Black and his title. He smirks as he takes his focus off, and runs up the steps and into the ring, and stands toe-to-toe with the legendary Cyrus Black. He stares at him for a solid 10 seconds before demanding a mic; eye's still locked on him.

"You...I've faced.. a lot of people, I've accomplished, a big part of EFNW's success over the past months I've been here, but I've been watching you. Every move you make, every breath you take, every cereal you bite, every shit you take, I don't care, I've been WATCHING. And every time I do watch..I notice something..you love to get inside people's heads, and make it clear you are the most dominant force the wrestling industries ever seen. But among them lies something more, a more powerful force, but nobody has realized it yet..nobody has come to their senses and realized that a man much stronger then Cyrus, a man more complex and aggressive.. then Cyrus, is here..and you wanna know who this man is..? He's defeated Kevin Evans, he has captured the EFNW Revolution title..and soon, he will rip apart the one thing standing in his path to success, Cyrus Black!"

The crowd goes nuts as the can feel the animosity, they can feel the tension inside the building now they start a "NOVA, NOVA, NOVA!" Chant that rings through Cyrus's ears as Nova awaits a response his muscles tense

Cyrus stands up (as he had been sitting down this whole time) as he picks up his title belt and slings it over his right shoulder. He sizes up Alex for a couple of seconds before pulling a piece of paper out of his coat pocket. He peruses it for another couple of seconds before folding it gently and putting it back in his coat pocket. Finally, he says:

Cyrus Black: And who the hell are you supposed to be?

Nova's fans boo Cyrus, but the majority of fans chuckle at Cyrus's rib of the former Revolution Champion.

Cyrus Black: Seriously...I just went through my list of potential nitwits who'd come out here and interrupt my promo. And I didn't see your name and picture on my list. Now, before you get all hot and bothered, I know who you are...you're that Alex Nova kid who's been best frenemies with Kevin Evans, right? Former Revolution Champion, and all around annoying pest...yep, that sounds about right.

Cyrus sees Nova's gaze shift to the EFNW World Title on his shoulder as he shouts:

Cyrus Black: HEY! I know it's a nice looking title, but when you're in the ring with Cyrus Black, you'll want to keep your eyes on me. Bad things happen to people when they're in the ring with me, especially if they're not focused.

Alex directs his gaze to where he and Cyrus are looking eye to eye.

Cyrus Black: Let me explain a few things to you, Alex. First off, stop looking at my title belt as if you have some God-given right to it. As far as I'm concerned, you'd done Jack and shit to earn a shot, and Jack left town. And before you talk about what a gutsy win you had against Kevin Evans and how great of a Revolution Champion you were, allow me to enlighten you about the road I had to take to be the one true EFNW World Champion. First, I beat Surge...yeah, that Surge. Then, I defeated Twista XL, a XCW Original and probably one of their Hall of Famers. And then, I beat Harry Jones, patriarch of EFNW in a match he SPECIFICALLY CHOSE. That's three modern-day legends back-to-back-to-back. And you...you beat Kevin Evans. Admittedly, Kevin did beat me that one time, but I'm fairly certain I've kicked his ass many times over. At any rate, the bottom line is that you're not ready to go to this level yet, youngblood.

A loud chant for Cyrus Black echoes throughout the arena.

Cyrus Black: Secondly, you talked before about how I like to play mind games, how I like to worm my way into my opponents' heads, get them to doubt their steadfast beliefs in their own skills, and shatter their delusions of grandeur. Well, from the sound of things, I've already done that with you without even trying. You're following my every move, watching me, stalking me like some obsessed fanboy...and now you want to come out here and say that you're some "greater force" that'll overcome that? Are you stupid? Alex...I've already been renting space in your skull and I haven't even been trying. It's at this point that you have to ask yourself a very simple question...if I'm already messing with you mentally at this kind of level without having to put forth the effort, what then will I be able to do if I actually try?

Cyrus chuckles.

Cyrus Black: The answer's a simple one...I'll mentally cripple you before I physically destroy you. You can try and put on a brave face, but the bottom line is that you don't believe your crap anymore than I do. You're just angry about losing your Revolution Championship and think that you can do one better. And maybe you can...but not against me. Not as you are now. I honestly don't know how bad the obsession is that you have for me, nor do I care to find out. But the fact that you admit that I'm always on your mind suggests that I've already won the mental warfare without having to lift a finger or say a word. Your trainers have prepared you to face a great many different competitors...trust me, no trainer can ever prepare you to face Cyrus Black.

Alex Nova: "No..no CYRUS, let me tell YOU a couple of things.. for one, you don't intimidate me, the whole mind game crap set that aside, because, listen, I've been underestimated on more then one occasion, and like the rest, this will end up no differently. What you fail to realize Black, is that I am..a much more .. brutal person, the tactics I use in the ring are unique, and my trainers, hell, they don't even teach me half the shit I know about wrestling. See Cyrus, wrestling is not just an art, wrestling is not a profession, back in the day wrestling was just a useful battle tactic used by the Greek .. but now it's evolved into Pro Wrestling.. and I think that's utter bullshit. They hired guys like YOU, guys like Twista, and Surge, and they think they are the GODS of sports entertainment. But that's where they got their shit tied up in a knot in the back of their asses. I know that you think, you're good on the mic, and I'll give you props, your not bad.. but when you step into the ring with ME, doesn't matter if you don't know Jack or Jill or whoever the hell you're gonna throw into the conversation next, your gonna step into the path of a fucking MACHINE!"

The fans are getting more into this as Nova finishes the last sentence they've never seen this side of the 'Sacrificer of Sorrow'

Alex Nova: "Oh and let ME also explain part two, Cyrus... look back at you're matches.. they went down in HISTORY as one of the greatest matches ever! Like they were unreal, so unreal, they got me wanting more, but not to WATCH, but to compete in matches like that and at least prove that with my physical attributes, that I can do what you guys do, I'm no different then you, you can't in fact plays mind games with me, because every time you try I'll shit on your plan like there's no tomorrow, then you'll crash and burn and watch as I get the pin fall and stand over you with a smug grin spread across my face that makes Mr Grinch look like he got a botax injection multiple times! Cyrus Black, the old legendary name in EFNW, CWW, and hell even ECCW..your time is up my friend, and there's without a shadow of a doubt that YOU were a great man in the wrestling industry, but you are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, and unless you want it chopped up like Sushi, I'd pack you're bags and run out of here, or else, I'm forced to make your life a living hell, EFNW is MY TERRITORY NOT YOURS, not some WANNA be gangster like Twista XL, not some full on Rape machine like Surge, and not some..over stuffed, loud mouth, testicle sucking mad-man like yourself!"

The fans scream and shout at the response and Cyrus stands there in shock, and so do the fans wanting to know what he'll say as they go insane

.nova. wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

"Welcome Home" blares over the arena's loudspeakers as the crowd comes to their feet. And they soon come unglued as Cyrus Black, STILL the EFNW World Heavyweight Champion after EFNW 5: Excalibur. Cyrus looks a bit haggered and there's a noticeable limp in his step, but he's still standing tall as the audience shows their approval. He climbs into the ring as he unfastens the title belt around his waist and holds it up for everyone to see, which elicits a huge pop. Cyrus then lays the title belt in the center of the ring and heads for a corner. He has a seat as a stagehand hands him a microphone.

Cyrus Black: Well, guess who's still the World Champion?

The crowd pops loudly at that. A "Cyrus Black!" chant breaks out.

Cyrus Black: Yeah, as it turns out, for all of Harry's prognostications about my personal beliefs making me weak, I'm the one who held on to the belt and he's the one who ended up with nothing. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't exactly a picnic...I'm still sore as hell and I've got several stitches in my back of my head. But all in all, I proved at Excalibur why I am exactly who I say I am. And Harry...well, he just proved once again that, regardless of what he says, when it comes to crunch time against Cyrus Black, the only thing he can do properly is choke.

Cyrus scratches his chin pensively.

Cyrus Black: But here's where this story takes a right turn into stupidity instead of ending like it should have. As I've recently learned on the grapevine, Harry's going to be getting a rematch at the next PPV. Which doesn't make any sense...Harry lost at Excalibur. It's not like he was the champion and lost his belt, thereby getting a rematch in most promotions. No...I DEFENDED MY TITLE by defeating Harry, meaning that in most promotions he goes to the back of the line and I get to go beat up on somebody new for a change. But apparently, that's not the case in EFNW. You want a title match just after losing one? Sure, why not? It's not as if there's ANYBODY ELSE I COULD BE FIGHTING INSTEAD...

Cyrus rolls his eyes as he looks to continue, but he is cut off by _________________________'s music, to which Cyrus lets slip an exasperated sigh.

Alex Nova's theme blares through the speakers as fans know what's coming and the shower of his pyro ignites and fans jump to their feet. A figure of a man with a hood over his head is show with his back facing the people. As his music begins to actually play, he turns around and lifts the top of his hood off with one hand and poses as the fans give him a mixed reaction. He walks down the ramp his eyes locked on Cyrus Black and his title. He smirks as he takes his focus off, and runs up the steps and into the ring, and stands toe-to-toe with the legendary Cyrus Black. He stares at him for a solid 10 seconds before demanding a mic; eye's still locked on him.

"You...I've faced.. a lot of people, I've accomplished, a big part of EFNW's success over the past months I've been here, but I've been watching you. Every move you make, every breath you take, every cereal you bite, every shit you take, I don't care, I've been WATCHING. And every time I do watch..I notice something..you love to get inside people's heads, and make it clear you are the most dominant force the wrestling industries ever seen. But among them lies something more, a more powerful force, but nobody has realized it yet..nobody has come to their senses and realized that a man much stronger then Cyrus, a man more complex and aggressive.. then Cyrus, is here..and you wanna know who this man is..? He's defeated Kevin Evans, he has captured the EFNW Revolution title..and soon, he will rip apart the one thing standing in his path to success, Cyrus Black!"

The crowd goes nuts as the can feel the animosity, they can feel the tension inside the building now they start a "NOVA, NOVA, NOVA!" Chant that rings through Cyrus's ears as Nova awaits a response his muscles tense

Cyrus stands up (as he had been sitting down this whole time) as he picks up his title belt and slings it over his right shoulder. He sizes up Alex for a couple of seconds before pulling a piece of paper out of his coat pocket. He peruses it for another couple of seconds before folding it gently and putting it back in his coat pocket. Finally, he says:

Cyrus Black: And who the hell are you supposed to be?

Nova's fans boo Cyrus, but the majority of fans chuckle at Cyrus's rib of the former Revolution Champion.

Cyrus Black: Seriously...I just went through my list of potential nitwits who'd come out here and interrupt my promo. And I didn't see your name and picture on my list. Now, before you get all hot and bothered, I know who you are...you're that Alex Nova kid who's been best frenemies with Kevin Evans, right? Former Revolution Champion, and all around annoying pest...yep, that sounds about right.

Cyrus sees Nova's gaze shift to the EFNW World Title on his shoulder as he shouts:

Cyrus Black: HEY! I know it's a nice looking title, but when you're in the ring with Cyrus Black, you'll want to keep your eyes on me. Bad things happen to people when they're in the ring with me, especially if they're not focused.

Alex directs his gaze to where he and Cyrus are looking eye to eye.

Cyrus Black: Let me explain a few things to you, Alex. First off, stop looking at my title belt as if you have some God-given right to it. As far as I'm concerned, you'd done Jack and shit to earn a shot, and Jack left town. And before you talk about what a gutsy win you had against Kevin Evans and how great of a Revolution Champion you were, allow me to enlighten you about the road I had to take to be the one true EFNW World Champion. First, I beat Surge...yeah, that Surge. Then, I defeated Twista XL, a XCW Original and probably one of their Hall of Famers. And then, I beat Harry Jones, patriarch of EFNW in a match he SPECIFICALLY CHOSE. That's three modern-day legends back-to-back-to-back. And you...you beat Kevin Evans. Admittedly, Kevin did beat me that one time, but I'm fairly certain I've kicked his ass many times over. At any rate, the bottom line is that you're not ready to go to this level yet, youngblood.

A loud chant for Cyrus Black echoes throughout the arena.

Cyrus Black: Secondly, you talked before about how I like to play mind games, how I like to worm my way into my opponents' heads, get them to doubt their steadfast beliefs in their own skills, and shatter their delusions of grandeur. Well, from the sound of things, I've already done that with you without even trying. You're following my every move, watching me, stalking me like some obsessed fanboy...and now you want to come out here and say that you're some "greater force" that'll overcome that? Are you stupid? Alex...I've already been renting space in your skull and I haven't even been trying. It's at this point that you have to ask yourself a very simple question...if I'm already messing with you mentally at this kind of level without having to put forth the effort, what then will I be able to do if I actually try?

Cyrus chuckles.

Cyrus Black: The answer's a simple one...I'll mentally cripple you before I physically destroy you. You can try and put on a brave face, but the bottom line is that you don't believe your crap anymore than I do. You're just angry about losing your Revolution Championship and think that you can do one better. And maybe you can...but not against me. Not as you are now. I honestly don't know how bad the obsession is that you have for me, nor do I care to find out. But the fact that you admit that I'm always on your mind suggests that I've already won the mental warfare without having to lift a finger or say a word. Your trainers have prepared you to face a great many different competitors...trust me, no trainer can ever prepare you to face Cyrus Black.

Alex Nova: "No..no CYRUS, let me tell YOU a couple of things.. for one, you don't intimidate me, the whole mind game crap set that aside, because, listen, I've been underestimated on more then one occasion, and like the rest, this will end up no differently. What you fail to realize Black, is that I am..a much more .. brutal person, the tactics I use in the ring are unique, and my trainers, hell, they don't even teach me half the shit I know about wrestling. See Cyrus, wrestling is not just an art, wrestling is not a profession, back in the day wrestling was just a useful battle tactic used by the Greek .. but now it's evolved into Pro Wrestling.. and I think that's utter bullshit. They hired guys like YOU, guys like Twista, and Surge, and they think they are the GODS of sports entertainment. But that's where they got their shit tied up in a knot in the back of their asses. I know that you think, you're good on the mic, and I'll give you props, your not bad.. but when you step into the ring with ME, doesn't matter if you don't know Jack or Jill or whoever the hell you're gonna throw into the conversation next, your gonna step into the path of a fucking MACHINE!"

The fans are getting more into this as Nova finishes the last sentence they've never seen this side of the 'Sacrificer of Sorrow'

Alex Nova: "Oh and let ME also explain part two, Cyrus... look back at you're matches.. they went down in HISTORY as one of the greatest matches ever! Like they were unreal, so unreal, they got me wanting more, but not to WATCH, but to compete in matches like that and at least prove that with my physical attributes, that I can do what you guys do, I'm no different then you, you can't in fact plays mind games with me, because every time you try I'll shit on your plan like there's no tomorrow, then you'll crash and burn and watch as I get the pin fall and stand over you with a smug grin spread across my face that makes Mr Grinch look like he got a botax injection multiple times! Cyrus Black, the old legendary name in EFNW, CWW, and hell even ECCW..your time is up my friend, and there's without a shadow of a doubt that YOU were a great man in the wrestling industry, but you are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, and unless you want it chopped up like Sushi, I'd pack you're bags and run out of here, or else, I'm forced to make your life a living hell, EFNW is MY TERRITORY NOT YOURS, not some WANNA be gangster like Twista XL, not some full on Rape machine like Surge, and not some..over stuffed, loud mouth, testicle sucking mad-man like yourself!"

The fans scream and shout at the response and Cyrus stands there in indifference, and so do the fans wanting to know what he'll say as they go insane

Cyrus shakes his head in dismay.

Cyrus Black: Do you ever stop to wonder how it is that you became this easy to manipulate? How it is that you can be so easily set off? Alex, we've been talking to one another for the first time for a grand total of about six minutes and while I remain cool, calm, and collected, you are frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog. What, you think that's supposed to impress me? Intimidate me? Kid, I've gone to war with some of the finest athletes and most depraved men ever to lace up a pair of wrestling boots, and now you think that just because you're all angry and rage-fueled that I'm supposed to be scared? That you getting all mad and crazy on me is supposed to make this heart of mine feel fear? I don't know what kind of drugs you're taking or what kind of power-trip you've been on, but you don't impress me. You don't scare me. The only thing I feel when I look at you trying to puff your chest out and pretend to be a badass is the urge to laugh.

Cyrus pinches the bridge of his nose as if to say he's tired of Alex's bull crap.

Cyrus Black: Your tactics are not unique. I can dissect them in about thirty seconds if I was so inclined. Your attitude is nothing I've not seen before, nor is this intensity that you're hoping passes for intimidation...which it doesn't. You claim that, physically, you're no different from guys like me, guys like Surge, guys like Twista XL...and admittedly, you may be right. But wrestling matches are not won by physical might alone, you twit. Surge is a strong-style beast, but he's also a force of true intimidation. You look at that man in the middle of the ring, arms crossed as if to say this is just another day in paradise/hell for him, and you feel it! You see Twista juking and jivving in the middle of the ring and you underestimate his resolve. And you look at me...the most unassuming of them all, and you think...YOU THINK...that you're a match for me. But when you look into my eyes, and you see the determination and murderous intent and hear it when I speak, you then learn to feel something akin to terror. Aside from a dozen or so men, I instill fear and doubt in the hearts and minds of my opponents. You may not yet be willing to accept that, mostly because you're clearly a rock-stupid gym rat who thinks that a few extra pounds of muscle makes him a warrior, but you will if you continue to press this issue. Deny it all you want, but you know I'm right. Physically, you're as gifted as any athlete on the roster. But mentally? You're a midget.

Cyrus's fans start chanting "Mental Midget!" at Alex Nova, who look infuriated.

Cyrus Black: But then again, maybe you don't know me half as well as you think you do. It's obvious you don't pay any attention to your history...but allow me to enlighten you. I've been a World Champion everywhere I've been. I am the Founding Father of 3XW. I OWNED ECCW's Domination brand, becoming the only man to hold three singles titles simultaneously. And I've never once stepped foot in CWW...mostly because I know that I'll arrive, raise hell, kill a lot of people, win the World Title, then have Demon's entire retard family come and squash me because they can't handle the fact that there are people more talented than they are.

Cyrus starts to laugh

Cyrus Black: I'm the Warrior King, the Reaper of the Long and Winding Road...I am the Exile, Cyrus Black. And my territory is wherever I damn well feel like competing in. And since I'm the World Champion and you just lost your belt to some scrub whose name I can't remember, that means that EFNW isn't your territory, and you're only allowed to stand here because I haven't decided to kick you out yet. Now, unless you wish to continue your little rant and proceed to prove to everyone that I'm right in calling you a mental midget, I suggest you leave my ring without any further conversation and learn what it truly takes to be the man.

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"Welcome Home" blares over the arena's loudspeakers as the crowd comes to their feet. And they soon come unglued as Cyrus Black, STILL the EFNW World Heavyweight Champion after EFNW 5: Excalibur. Cyrus looks a bit haggered and there's a noticeable limp in his step, but he's still standing tall as the audience shows their approval. He climbs into the ring as he unfastens the title belt around his waist and holds it up for everyone to see, which elicits a huge pop. Cyrus then lays the title belt in the center of the ring and heads for a corner. He has a seat as a stagehand hands him a microphone.

Cyrus Black: Well, guess who's still the World Champion?

The crowd pops loudly at that. A "Cyrus Black!" chant breaks out.

Cyrus Black: Yeah, as it turns out, for all of Harry's prognostications about my personal beliefs making me weak, I'm the one who held on to the belt and he's the one who ended up with nothing. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't exactly a picnic...I'm still sore as hell and I've got several stitches in my back of my head. But all in all, I proved at Excalibur why I am exactly who I say I am. And Harry...well, he just proved once again that, regardless of what he says, when it comes to crunch time against Cyrus Black, the only thing he can do properly is choke.

Cyrus scratches his chin pensively.

Cyrus Black: But here's where this story takes a right turn into stupidity instead of ending like it should have. As I've recently learned on the grapevine, Harry's going to be getting a rematch at the next PPV. Which doesn't make any sense...Harry lost at Excalibur. It's not like he was the champion and lost his belt, thereby getting a rematch in most promotions. No...I DEFENDED MY TITLE by defeating Harry, meaning that in most promotions he goes to the back of the line and I get to go beat up on somebody new for a change. But apparently, that's not the case in EFNW. You want a title match just after losing one? Sure, why not? It's not as if there's ANYBODY ELSE I COULD BE FIGHTING INSTEAD...

Cyrus rolls his eyes as he looks to continue, but he is cut off by _________________________'s music, to which Cyrus lets slip an exasperated sigh.

Alex Nova's theme blares through the speakers as fans know what's coming and the shower of his pyro ignites and fans jump to their feet. A figure of a man with a hood over his head is show with his back facing the people. As his music begins to actually play, he turns around and lifts the top of his hood off with one hand and poses as the fans give him a mixed reaction. He walks down the ramp his eyes locked on Cyrus Black and his title. He smirks as he takes his focus off, and runs up the steps and into the ring, and stands toe-to-toe with the legendary Cyrus Black. He stares at him for a solid 10 seconds before demanding a mic; eye's still locked on him.

"You...I've faced.. a lot of people, I've accomplished, a big part of EFNW's success over the past months I've been here, but I've been watching you. Every move you make, every breath you take, every cereal you bite, every shit you take, I don't care, I've been WATCHING. And every time I do watch..I notice something..you love to get inside people's heads, and make it clear you are the most dominant force the wrestling industries ever seen. But among them lies something more, a more powerful force, but nobody has realized it yet..nobody has come to their senses and realized that a man much stronger then Cyrus, a man more complex and aggressive.. then Cyrus, is here..and you wanna know who this man is..? He's defeated Kevin Evans, he has captured the EFNW Revolution title..and soon, he will rip apart the one thing standing in his path to success, Cyrus Black!"

The crowd goes nuts as the can feel the animosity, they can feel the tension inside the building now they start a "NOVA, NOVA, NOVA!" Chant that rings through Cyrus's ears as Nova awaits a response his muscles tense

Cyrus stands up (as he had been sitting down this whole time) as he picks up his title belt and slings it over his right shoulder. He sizes up Alex for a couple of seconds before pulling a piece of paper out of his coat pocket. He peruses it for another couple of seconds before folding it gently and putting it back in his coat pocket. Finally, he says:

Cyrus Black: And who the hell are you supposed to be?

Nova's fans boo Cyrus, but the majority of fans chuckle at Cyrus's rib of the former Revolution Champion.

Cyrus Black: Seriously...I just went through my list of potential nitwits who'd come out here and interrupt my promo. And I didn't see your name and picture on my list. Now, before you get all hot and bothered, I know who you are...you're that Alex Nova kid who's been best frenemies with Kevin Evans, right? Former Revolution Champion, and all around annoying pest...yep, that sounds about right.

Cyrus sees Nova's gaze shift to the EFNW World Title on his shoulder as he shouts:

Cyrus Black: HEY! I know it's a nice looking title, but when you're in the ring with Cyrus Black, you'll want to keep your eyes on me. Bad things happen to people when they're in the ring with me, especially if they're not focused.

Alex directs his gaze to where he and Cyrus are looking eye to eye.

Cyrus Black: Let me explain a few things to you, Alex. First off, stop looking at my title belt as if you have some God-given right to it. As far as I'm concerned, you'd done Jack and shit to earn a shot, and Jack left town. And before you talk about what a gutsy win you had against Kevin Evans and how great of a Revolution Champion you were, allow me to enlighten you about the road I had to take to be the one true EFNW World Champion. First, I beat Surge...yeah, that Surge. Then, I defeated Twista XL, a XCW Original and probably one of their Hall of Famers. And then, I beat Harry Jones, patriarch of EFNW in a match he SPECIFICALLY CHOSE. That's three modern-day legends back-to-back-to-back. And you...you beat Kevin Evans. Admittedly, Kevin did beat me that one time, but I'm fairly certain I've kicked his ass many times over. At any rate, the bottom line is that you're not ready to go to this level yet, youngblood.

A loud chant for Cyrus Black echoes throughout the arena.

Cyrus Black: Secondly, you talked before about how I like to play mind games, how I like to worm my way into my opponents' heads, get them to doubt their steadfast beliefs in their own skills, and shatter their delusions of grandeur. Well, from the sound of things, I've already done that with you without even trying. You're following my every move, watching me, stalking me like some obsessed fanboy...and now you want to come out here and say that you're some "greater force" that'll overcome that? Are you stupid? Alex...I've already been renting space in your skull and I haven't even been trying. It's at this point that you have to ask yourself a very simple question...if I'm already messing with you mentally at this kind of level without having to put forth the effort, what then will I be able to do if I actually try?

Cyrus chuckles.

Cyrus Black: The answer's a simple one...I'll mentally cripple you before I physically destroy you. You can try and put on a brave face, but the bottom line is that you don't believe your crap anymore than I do. You're just angry about losing your Revolution Championship and think that you can do one better. And maybe you can...but not against me. Not as you are now. I honestly don't know how bad the obsession is that you have for me, nor do I care to find out. But the fact that you admit that I'm always on your mind suggests that I've already won the mental warfare without having to lift a finger or say a word. Your trainers have prepared you to face a great many different competitors...trust me, no trainer can ever prepare you to face Cyrus Black.

Alex Nova: "No..no CYRUS, let me tell YOU a couple of things.. for one, you don't intimidate me, the whole mind game crap set that aside, because, listen, I've been underestimated on more then one occasion, and like the rest, this will end up no differently. What you fail to realize Black, is that I am..a much more .. brutal person, the tactics I use in the ring are unique, and my trainers, hell, they don't even teach me half the shit I know about wrestling. See Cyrus, wrestling is not just an art, wrestling is not a profession, back in the day wrestling was just a useful battle tactic used by the Greek .. but now it's evolved into Pro Wrestling.. and I think that's utter bullshit. They hired guys like YOU, guys like Twista, and Surge, and they think they are the GODS of sports entertainment. But that's where they got their shit tied up in a knot in the back of their asses. I know that you think, you're good on the mic, and I'll give you props, your not bad.. but when you step into the ring with ME, doesn't matter if you don't know Jack or Jill or whoever the hell you're gonna throw into the conversation next, your gonna step into the path of a fucking MACHINE!"

The fans are getting more into this as Nova finishes the last sentence they've never seen this side of the 'Sacrificer of Sorrow'

Alex Nova: "Oh and let ME also explain part two, Cyrus... look back at you're matches.. they went down in HISTORY as one of the greatest matches ever! Like they were unreal, so unreal, they got me wanting more, but not to WATCH, but to compete in matches like that and at least prove that with my physical attributes, that I can do what you guys do, I'm no different then you, you can't in fact plays mind games with me, because every time you try I'll shit on your plan like there's no tomorrow, then you'll crash and burn and watch as I get the pin fall and stand over you with a smug grin spread across my face that makes Mr Grinch look like he got a botax injection multiple times! Cyrus Black, the old legendary name in EFNW, CWW, and hell even ECCW..your time is up my friend, and there's without a shadow of a doubt that YOU were a great man in the wrestling industry, but you are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, and unless you want it chopped up like Sushi, I'd pack you're bags and run out of here, or else, I'm forced to make your life a living hell, EFNW is MY TERRITORY NOT YOURS, not some WANNA be gangster like Twista XL, not some full on Rape machine like Surge, and not some..over stuffed, loud mouth, testicle sucking mad-man like yourself!"

The fans scream and shout at the response and Cyrus stands there in indifference, and so do the fans wanting to know what he'll say as they go insane

Cyrus shakes his head in dismay.

Cyrus Black: Do you ever stop to wonder how it is that you became this easy to manipulate? How it is that you can be so easily set off? Alex, we've been talking to one another for the first time for a grand total of about six minutes and while I remain cool, calm, and collected, you are frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog. What, you think that's supposed to impress me? Intimidate me? Kid, I've gone to war with some of the finest athletes and most depraved men ever to lace up a pair of wrestling boots, and now you think that just because you're all angry and rage-fueled that I'm supposed to be scared? That you getting all mad and crazy on me is supposed to make this heart of mine feel fear? I don't know what kind of drugs you're taking or what kind of power-trip you've been on, but you don't impress me. You don't scare me. The only thing I feel when I look at you trying to puff your chest out and pretend to be a badass is the urge to laugh.

Cyrus pinches the bridge of his nose as if to say he's tired of Alex's bull crap.

Cyrus Black: Your tactics are not unique. I can dissect them in about thirty seconds if I was so inclined. Your attitude is nothing I've not seen before, nor is this intensity that you're hoping passes for intimidation...which it doesn't. You claim that, physically, you're no different from guys like me, guys like Surge, guys like Twista XL...and admittedly, you may be right. But wrestling matches are not won by physical might alone, you twit. Surge is a strong-style beast, but he's also a force of true intimidation. You look at that man in the middle of the ring, arms crossed as if to say this is just another day in paradise/hell for him, and you feel it! You see Twista juking and jivving in the middle of the ring and you underestimate his resolve. And you look at me...the most unassuming of them all, and you think...YOU THINK...that you're a match for me. But when you look into my eyes, and you see the determination and murderous intent and hear it when I speak, you then learn to feel something akin to terror. Aside from a dozen or so men, I instill fear and doubt in the hearts and minds of my opponents. You may not yet be willing to accept that, mostly because you're clearly a rock-stupid gym rat who thinks that a few extra pounds of muscle makes him a warrior, but you will if you continue to press this issue. Deny it all you want, but you know I'm right. Physically, you're as gifted as any athlete on the roster. But mentally? You're a midget.

Cyrus's fans start chanting "Mental Midget!" at Alex Nova, who look infuriated.

Cyrus Black: But then again, maybe you don't know me half as well as you think you do. It's obvious you don't pay any attention to your history...but allow me to enlighten you. I've been a World Champion everywhere I've been. I am the Founding Father of 3XW. I OWNED ECCW's Domination brand, becoming the only man to hold three singles titles simultaneously. And I've never once stepped foot in CWW...mostly because I know that I'll arrive, raise hell, kill a lot of people, win the World Title, then have Demon's entire retard family come and squash me because they can't handle the fact that there are people more talented than they are.

Cyrus starts to laugh

Cyrus Black: I'm the Warrior King, the Reaper of the Long and Winding Road...I am the Exile, Cyrus Black. And my territory is wherever I damn well feel like competing in. And since I'm the World Champion and you just lost your belt to some scrub whose name I can't remember, that means that EFNW isn't your territory, and you're only allowed to stand here because I haven't decided to kick you out yet. Now, unless you wish to continue your little rant and proceed to prove to everyone that I'm right in calling you a mental midget, I suggest you leave my ring without any further conversation and learn what it truly takes to be the man.

Nova looks at him with a more calmer look then before, and not feeling the urge to even budge, he hesitates for a second before talking ignoring the chanting fans

Alex Nova: "Once again Cyrus, YOU fail to realize that you fail at all aspects of the game.. you can talk the talk, but you can't stand here and accept my open challenge? To face you in the ring? You're just like the rest of em.. you deny it, because you think I don't deserve to even stand in the ring with you.. that's a bunch of shit right there..I don't know you, I don't know where you're from, and I sure as hell would love to get into this ring with you, and shove your EFNW World Title so far up your ass it'll come out the left nostril. Cyrus, ..you poor poor helpless little fuck..think that with one look at me I'm pathetic, with about 8 minutes now you think I'm enraged with anger? I'm not.. I'm more then what you THINK. I've been in the ring with the best, believe me not just here, not just CWW, but outside of this shit industry.. now I don't give a horses ass about you, and your so called experience in the ring, and accomplishments about guys that I'm not really focused on at the moment..but what I do care about, is proving that I can handle myself here, this is where I started my run as a wrestler again before my former company closed down. Cyrus, YOU not only piss me off to the max, and yeah we just met, but I can't even bear to look at you.. as pathetic as you look right now, I'm surprised I'm still standing in this ring..Cyrus, I want to make one thing very clear to you, and I want to make one thing VERY clear to alll of you watching EFNW right now.. my reign of Terror on EFNW has just but only begun, and I have some other business to take care of.. after I dance with the faggots in the back next week, after that.. I'm coming for YOU, I'm coming for Surge, and I'm coming for any damn piece of shit in the back who I want!"

Nova shoves his mic into the chest of Cyrus Black and exits the ring with his theme music playing a cold and twisted smile is on his face as he doesn't take his eyes off Black backing off onto the ramp then behind the curtain

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After one of the most physical matches in EFNW Wrestling history: Harry Jones sits in his locker room, soaking in the animosity of once again choking in a Championship Match against Cyrus Black. Luckily for Jones he will receive a rematch on the upcoming HardKore Orgy event!

Angel Rodriguez walks in without knocking and mockingly claps the Australian.

AR: I have to admit it. You really taught me how to get the job done tonight. Now personally, I have never lost a Ladder match and if your pigheaded father would have given me my contractually obligated rematch, I would have shown you how it was done.

Harry Jones: "Angel Rodriguez, before we engage in a full-blown conversation, I would like to point out how much of a fucking untalented douche you are. Now, carry on..."

AR: Didn't expect anything else, my friend. But I'm not here just to mock you. You see, my open challenge was ruined by Hardcore Demon and so I didn't have the chance to impress Travis and earn my EFNW title shot. So how about I show you how to win a Ladder match?

Harry Jones: "I've got way too much on my plate to be dealing with the likes of yourself, Angel . . . But this world is filled with an endless amount of possibilities! Maybe you can bore my Father into awarding you an EFNW Wrestling Championship match by doing exactly what you do best: being yourself! In terms of being a cancer to the industry, nobody is better than you! Keep this in mind, Angel; when you've finished your petty little conflict with Hardcore Demon and you are seeking a real fight . . . I'll be waiting! But it would be cruel to fight you right now . . . You are an absolute mess!"

Harry Jones walks away, leaving Rodriguez with a lot to think about.

This week on EFNW Wrestling ~ !!

We celebrate the New Year by rebirthing an old EFNW Tradition; The Anarchy Match! 2 Men will start & every 5 minutes another man will join the fight! Once all 6 men have entered the match, the clock will begin to count down from 5 minutes. When the clock stops, whoever holds the most recent pinfall will be determined the NEW Number One Contender for the EFNW Wrestling Championship!

Harry Jones will face Cyrus Black in a rematch for the EFNW Wrestling Championship.

Casey Anomaly confronts Riff Radley

Robert Cairo continues his scheme against the EFNW Wrestling Management

All of this & much more!

Cyrus rapes Nova, and Evans gets talked about how many times?

Yes I win.

Angel Rodriguez sees the match card and a light bulb clicks over his head. 'No need to fight Harry Jones. The Anarchy match is mine for the taking.'

Eric and AJ Lindgren are preparing for the show.

OT: John & Dan; cbox

"The Saint" Leon Jackson arrives at the arena. A smile is spread on his face as he walks inside the buillding.

Alex Nova is preparing for the Show

OT: Ignore any typos for the time being: I will edit the show tomorrow morning!

OT- Promo with Alex Nova sometime.. idk when I'll have time though..