EFNWrestling | Drugs are a Hell of a Drug

*Dustin Shore's music plays over the PA system, to a very mixed reaction from the crowd. Dustin himself isn't far behind his music, but he's not as excited as usual. As he walks down the ramp, he goes to slap hands, but some of the older fans hurl insults at him as well. Dustin does his best to ignore them as he jumps into the ring. He stands on the ropes between the turnbuckles, raising a single hand to the crowd, getting another mixed reaction. The ring announcer gives Dustin the microphone.*

Dustin Shore: I was expecting a reaction like that when I came out here. I knew, after what happened, that some of you would never be able to look at me the same way again. For those of you who don't know, Harry Jones will no longer be joining us in EFNW. Last week, we got into a bit of a fight. It ended with me dropping Harry Jones with a Shore Leave, through a table. The damage to Harry's neck has, effectively, ended his career...

*Loud boos are heard, and Dustin looks a bit depressed.*

Dustin Shore: I've always been a fan of Harry Jones, despite what he had become. But he brought this on himself. His blind pursuit of his hatred of what I stand for destroyed him. I did not ask Harry to try to end my career with pyrotechnics a few months ago. He continued to provoke me, to attack me. He attacked my ideals, my personal choices. And when he left me no choice, I finished it. I don't know if Harry didn't think I would do what I did, or if he didn't think I could do it. But it is done. It's not fair, and it was never meant to be. Harry Jones brought this on himself. You know, all of you, that I have always stood by you, even when your hero Harry Jones abandoned you. Do not blame me for what Harry Jones brought on himself. Do not hate me for what I've done. I am not resigning from EFNW, as many of you have demanded I do. I will continue to build my legacy, and I will take what Harry Jones has taught me to heart. But I will not say I'm sorry.

*Dustin's music hits to a mix of boos and cheers, and Dustin leaves the arena looking conflicted.*

Things will happen...

Harry Jones is seen sitting outside the EFNW Headquarters; crying.

:'(

Off: I'll have a promo up tonight or tomorrow. Been quite busy as of late.

Yea, so Harry was gonna be 12 and leave the site, taking EFNW with him, but then he was all like, 'You're a better booker, keep EFNW' and I was like, 'It's a good thing he told me that before I released several storyline ideas and character plans.' Dodged a bullet there, I must say. Regardless, a late EFNW show will be posted tomorrow, and we'll hopefully get the next show up at it's usual time of Friday. I love you all. :3

Napoleon Complex wrote:

Yea, so Harry was gonna be 12 and leave the site, taking EFNW with him, but then he was all like, 'You're a better booker, keep EFNW' and I was like, 'It's a good thing he told me that before I released several storyline ideas and character plans.' Dodged a bullet there, I must say. Regardless, a late EFNW show will be posted tomorrow, and we'll hopefully get the next show up at it's usual time of Friday. I love you all. :3

do you really, father?!

The Legend of Casey wrote:

Napoleon Complex wrote:

Yea, so Harry was gonna be 12 and leave the site, taking EFNW with him, but then he was all like, 'You're a better booker, keep EFNW' and I was like, 'It's a good thing he told me that before I released several storyline ideas and character plans.' Dodged a bullet there, I must say. Regardless, a late EFNW show will be posted tomorrow, and we'll hopefully get the next show up at it's usual time of Friday. I love you all. :3

do you really, father?!

No. You're a fucking fag and I hate you. Cut a fucking promo, you piece of shit. You're still better than Table, though, he was a total waste.

Napoleon Complex wrote:

The Legend of Casey wrote:

Napoleon Complex wrote:

Yea, so Harry was gonna be 12 and leave the site, taking EFNW with him, but then he was all like, 'You're a better booker, keep EFNW' and I was like, 'It's a good thing he told me that before I released several storyline ideas and character plans.' Dodged a bullet there, I must say. Regardless, a late EFNW show will be posted tomorrow, and we'll hopefully get the next show up at it's usual time of Friday. I love you all. :3

do you really, father?!

No. You're a fucking fag and I hate you. Cut a fucking promo, you piece of shit. You're still better than Table, though, he was a total waste.

Yayyy. After the show is up then I will write a promo of rape and stuff.

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

The crowd boo raucously as the Mexican aristocrat, Angel Rodriguez, steps into view, his bodyguard, Victor Elias, behind him. The two men stop on the stage and Angel throws his arms into the air, a golden shower of pyro rockets shooting upwards behind him. Once the pyro stops, both men begin to descend the entrance ramp, with Elias making sure nobody touches El Nino Maravilla, as he walks to the squared circle, spreading his arms wide to show off his finely cut white suit. Angel walks up the steel steps, followed ever still by Victor, and as Rodriguez steps into the ring, he paces over to the far side and leans over the top rope, asking for a microphone, which is handed to him by the ring attendants. Angel walks over to the centre of the ring, so he can adress the EFNW audience as pertinentily as he can, Elias over his shoulder with his arsm crossed.

AR: As you all know, me and the EFNW World champion, Cyrus Black, have had some arguments backstage and he has rubbished my claims that I deserve an EFNW World title shot. Despite having never been given my contractually obligated rematch by the former EFNW General Manager, Travis Jones, Cyrus Black had the nerve to play down my legitimacy for the title and said that I couldn't even beat Twista XL. But this Friday, look what happened. I defeated Twista XL and not only that, I made him tap out with my patented Dragon Sleeper, that I call the Mexican Deathlock, because nobody has ever escaped it. So in the last few weeks, I have ended the career of Marcus Kane and I have proved that Twista XL is no match for me. So Cyrus, your only argument for me not having a chance for your title is out of the window. I have earned a World title shot and Cyrus, I want you to come out right now, so I can come to collect.

Angel lowers the microphone as the crowd begin chants of 'We want Cyrus!', that resound around the arena.

"I'll Cast A Shadow" roars as the crowd gets their wish. Cyrus Black, EFNW World Champion, walks out from behind the curtain wearing a "Believe In Cyrus Black" T-shirt, dark slacks, and the title belt on his shoulder. Cyrus looks relatively pleased with something as a stagehand hands him a microphone and he begins to speak from the top of the ramp.

Cyrus Black: Well, Angel...I have to give you credit. You are persistent. Annoyingly persistent, but persistent nonetheless. But the problem I seem to have is this idea that I owe you something. After all, that's why you're calling me out, isn't it? To "collect" what's rightfully yours...

Cyrus chuckles at this as the crowd chants "Cyrus Black!"

Cyrus Black: Let me first address something before I get to the heart of the matter. As far as me owing you anything...yeah, you can go ahead and just file that under "bullshit." I don't owe you a damn thing. I don't you a title shot, since I didn't win this title from you. I won it from the guy who beat you AND from Surge, who you couldn't beat to win the Extreme Heavyweight Championship so many moons ago. But more importantly than that, I don't owe you the time of mine that you're wasting complaining about not getting your damn rematch. Meaning that instead of talking about "collecting" from me, you and your giant walking pile of crap should be thanking me that I'm taking time to answer your baseless and, admittedly, boring promo.

Cyrus leans up against the EFNW Tron as he casually continues.

Cyrus Black: If you're so dead-set about getting a World Title shot, that's fine. I have no problem with it. Talk to management, win a number one contender's match, give a little head...do whatever you got to do to try and escape the shadow I've cast on EFNW. But don't come bitching to me since I really do not care. All I care about is that Cairo or Gone or Peace or whoever's in charge this hour keeps finding people for me to fight. If it's you, congratulations. If it's not, that really doesn't matter to me.

Cyrus acts as if he wants to continue, but he instead allows the crowd to chant his name again. After several seconds, he puts his hand up and closes his fist to signify that he wishes for them to stop, which the crowd obliges.

Cyrus Black: But now let's get to the lowest common denominator, shall we? Let's bring to light what this is all really about. You see, you're obsessed with the EFNW World Title. You crave it more than a fat guy craves the buffet. Your whole career is wrapped up with this World Title that sits so well on this shoulder of mine. And that, more than anything, makes you pathetic, Angel. Deny it all you want, and I know you will, but you can't stand the fact that the most prestigious prize in EFNW is out of your reach, and that you feel like nothing more than an average wrestler without it. It's okay to admit it, Angel...you certainly wouldn't be the first jackass I've met who defines themselves by the World Title and whether or not they're the champion. But the thing is...that line of thinking is flawed as hell.

Cyrus stands back up as he holds the title belt up with his right hand and speaks with the mic in his left.

Cyrus Black: Real champions define their title belts...only scrubs and morons let the belt define them. The reason this is as prestigious a prize as it is isn't because it was always like that...oh, hell no. Especially not after morons like Jarrett and you ran it through the mud. No, this title is prestigious because I restored its legacy. And it's not ego that's saying that, it's Truth! Day after day, month after month, match after match, I have defended this title with tenacity and skill the likes of which this company hasn't seen since its revival. I turned back challengers one after the other and have proven myself to be one of the very best in the business. And it's not because this title belt makes me a better wrestler...no, I was, am, and will always be the reason why I triumph and so many like you fail to take me down. I make this title belt mean something again...you, on the other hand, would just as soon win this title belt and believe yourself to be the best just because of that. Titles mean nothing if the man wearing them doesn't make them worth fighting for. So in other words...you're welcome. You're welcome for restoring this title belt's prestige and making it worth chasing after again. You're welcome for being the champion EFNW needed to recover from the jackassery of Harry Jones and Jarrett Calloway. And you're especially welcome for taking the time to explain to you why I'm a true champion and you're just a idiot who thinks himself to be king.

Cyrus T wrote:

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The crowd boo raucously as the Mexican aristocrat, Angel Rodriguez, steps into view, his bodyguard, Victor Elias, behind him. The two men stop on the stage and Angel throws his arms into the air, a golden shower of pyro rockets shooting upwards behind him. Once the pyro stops, both men begin to descend the entrance ramp, with Elias making sure nobody touches El Nino Maravilla, as he walks to the squared circle, spreading his arms wide to show off his finely cut white suit. Angel walks up the steel steps, followed ever still by Victor, and as Rodriguez steps into the ring, he paces over to the far side and leans over the top rope, asking for a microphone, which is handed to him by the ring attendants. Angel walks over to the centre of the ring, so he can adress the EFNW audience as pertinentily as he can, Elias over his shoulder with his arsm crossed.

AR: As you all know, me and the EFNW World champion, Cyrus Black, have had some arguments backstage and he has rubbished my claims that I deserve an EFNW World title shot. Despite having never been given my contractually obligated rematch by the former EFNW General Manager, Travis Jones, Cyrus Black had the nerve to play down my legitimacy for the title and said that I couldn't even beat Twista XL. But this Friday, look what happened. I defeated Twista XL and not only that, I made him tap out with my patented Dragon Sleeper, that I call the Mexican Deathlock, because nobody has ever escaped it. So in the last few weeks, I have ended the career of Marcus Kane and I have proved that Twista XL is no match for me. So Cyrus, your only argument for me not having a chance for your title is out of the window. I have earned a World title shot and Cyrus, I want you to come out right now, so I can come to collect.

Angel lowers the microphone as the crowd begin chants of 'We want Cyrus!', that resound around the arena.

"I'll Cast A Shadow" roars as the crowd gets their wish. Cyrus Black, EFNW World Champion, walks out from behind the curtain wearing a "Believe In Cyrus Black" T-shirt, dark slacks, and the title belt on his shoulder. Cyrus looks relatively pleased with something as a stagehand hands him a microphone and he begins to speak from the top of the ramp.

Cyrus Black: Well, Angel...I have to give you credit. You are persistent. Annoyingly persistent, but persistent nonetheless. But the problem I seem to have is this idea that I owe you something. After all, that's why you're calling me out, isn't it? To "collect" what's rightfully yours...

Cyrus chuckles at this as the crowd chants "Cyrus Black!"

Cyrus Black: Let me first address something before I get to the heart of the matter. As far as me owing you anything...yeah, you can go ahead and just file that under "bullshit." I don't owe you a damn thing. I don't you a title shot, since I didn't win this title from you. I won it from the guy who beat you AND from Surge, who you couldn't beat to win the Extreme Heavyweight Championship so many moons ago. But more importantly than that, I don't owe you the time of mine that you're wasting complaining about not getting your damn rematch. Meaning that instead of talking about "collecting" from me, you and your giant walking pile of crap should be thanking me that I'm taking time to answer your baseless and, admittedly, boring promo.

Cyrus leans up against the EFNW Tron as he casually continues.

Cyrus Black: If you're so dead-set about getting a World Title shot, that's fine. I have no problem with it. Talk to management, win a number one contender's match, give a little head...do whatever you got to do to try and escape the shadow I've cast on EFNW. But don't come bitching to me since I really do not care. All I care about is that Cairo or Gone or Peace or whoever's in charge this hour keeps finding people for me to fight. If it's you, congratulations. If it's not, that really doesn't matter to me.

Cyrus acts as if he wants to continue, but he instead allows the crowd to chant his name again. After several seconds, he puts his hand up and closes his fist to signify that he wishes for them to stop, which the crowd obliges.

Cyrus Black: But now let's get to the lowest common denominator, shall we? Let's bring to light what this is all really about. You see, you're obsessed with the EFNW World Title. You crave it more than a fat guy craves the buffet. Your whole career is wrapped up with this World Title that sits so well on this shoulder of mine. And that, more than anything, makes you pathetic, Angel. Deny it all you want, and I know you will, but you can't stand the fact that the most prestigious prize in EFNW is out of your reach, and that you feel like nothing more than an average wrestler without it. It's okay to admit it, Angel...you certainly wouldn't be the first jackass I've met who defines themselves by the World Title and whether or not they're the champion. But the thing is...that line of thinking is flawed as hell.

Cyrus stands back up as he holds the title belt up with his right hand and speaks with the mic in his left.

Cyrus Black: Real champions define their title belts...only scrubs and morons let the belt define them. The reason this is as prestigious a prize as it is isn't because it was always like that...oh, hell no. Especially not after morons like Jarrett and you ran it through the mud. No, this title is prestigious because I restored its legacy. And it's not ego that's saying that, it's Truth! Day after day, month after month, match after match, I have defended this title with tenacity and skill the likes of which this company hasn't seen since its revival. I turned back challengers one after the other and have proven myself to be one of the very best in the business. And it's not because this title belt makes me a better wrestler...no, I was, am, and will always be the reason why I triumph and so many like you fail to take me down. I make this title belt mean something again...you, on the other hand, would just as soon win this title belt and believe yourself to be the best just because of that. Titles mean nothing if the man wearing them doesn't make them worth fighting for. So in other words...you're welcome. You're welcome for restoring this title belt's prestige and making it worth chasing after again. You're welcome for being the champion EFNW needed to recover from the jackassery of Harry Jones and Jarrett Calloway. And you're especially welcome for taking the time to explain to you why I'm a true champion and you're just a idiot who thinks himself to be king.

"Speaking of Kings...." a voice says as the tron flickers from showing the action between Cyrus and Angel to a shot of Neville Ryan sitting backstage in his locker room, comfortably leans back into his chair and shakes his head at the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Now Cyrus, Angel, I hate to get between the two of you but I think the fans here hardly care about who's going to challenge for the EFNW World Title. I mean its a lovely title and everything but its not like Cyrus is going to retire with it. No offense Cyrus, you're a tough guy and skilled at mind games but you're still just about here..." Neville says holding his hand at about level with his chin

"...and everyone here is wondering whats going on up here." he continues as his holds his other hand around his forehead, emphasising the distance between the two.

"Everyone is curious just what Neville Ryan, King of the world, Avatar of Karma, Undefeated 3XW World Champion and Franchise is going to do now. Angel here says that among other things his ability to defeat Twista XL entitles him to a world title shot... guess what? I've sent Twista XL sprawling back down to the dung pile that he came from with a single kick. Not since Chuck Norris has such destruction been envisioned. Now the both of you are very entertaining individuals but I was sitting back here watching and almost like a jedi I could feel the crowd crying out in anguish and begging for something more." Neville smirks at the camera and pulls his title higher onto his shoulder.

"They need a hero. thats why I'm here. To save EFNW from its constant string of people coming out to challenge Cyrus only to find themselves laid out when the Pay Per View is over. The Age of Ryan continues my friends. Cyrus, I'll allow you to hold onto your EFNW world title for now because I'm a nice guy but some day, maybe tomorrow, maybe a month from now I will collect it."

Noeleen Phoenix

*Backstage looking at some footage of Zoey all of a sudden wanting her title* Did she not go like AWOL for quite some time?

Captain2 wrote:

Cyrus T wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

The crowd boo raucously as the Mexican aristocrat, Angel Rodriguez, steps into view, his bodyguard, Victor Elias, behind him. The two men stop on the stage and Angel throws his arms into the air, a golden shower of pyro rockets shooting upwards behind him. Once the pyro stops, both men begin to descend the entrance ramp, with Elias making sure nobody touches El Nino Maravilla, as he walks to the squared circle, spreading his arms wide to show off his finely cut white suit. Angel walks up the steel steps, followed ever still by Victor, and as Rodriguez steps into the ring, he paces over to the far side and leans over the top rope, asking for a microphone, which is handed to him by the ring attendants. Angel walks over to the centre of the ring, so he can adress the EFNW audience as pertinentily as he can, Elias over his shoulder with his arsm crossed.

AR: As you all know, me and the EFNW World champion, Cyrus Black, have had some arguments backstage and he has rubbished my claims that I deserve an EFNW World title shot. Despite having never been given my contractually obligated rematch by the former EFNW General Manager, Travis Jones, Cyrus Black had the nerve to play down my legitimacy for the title and said that I couldn't even beat Twista XL. But this Friday, look what happened. I defeated Twista XL and not only that, I made him tap out with my patented Dragon Sleeper, that I call the Mexican Deathlock, because nobody has ever escaped it. So in the last few weeks, I have ended the career of Marcus Kane and I have proved that Twista XL is no match for me. So Cyrus, your only argument for me not having a chance for your title is out of the window. I have earned a World title shot and Cyrus, I want you to come out right now, so I can come to collect.

Angel lowers the microphone as the crowd begin chants of 'We want Cyrus!', that resound around the arena.

"I'll Cast A Shadow" roars as the crowd gets their wish. Cyrus Black, EFNW World Champion, walks out from behind the curtain wearing a "Believe In Cyrus Black" T-shirt, dark slacks, and the title belt on his shoulder. Cyrus looks relatively pleased with something as a stagehand hands him a microphone and he begins to speak from the top of the ramp.

Cyrus Black: Well, Angel...I have to give you credit. You are persistent. Annoyingly persistent, but persistent nonetheless. But the problem I seem to have is this idea that I owe you something. After all, that's why you're calling me out, isn't it? To "collect" what's rightfully yours...

Cyrus chuckles at this as the crowd chants "Cyrus Black!"

Cyrus Black: Let me first address something before I get to the heart of the matter. As far as me owing you anything...yeah, you can go ahead and just file that under "bullshit." I don't owe you a damn thing. I don't you a title shot, since I didn't win this title from you. I won it from the guy who beat you AND from Surge, who you couldn't beat to win the Extreme Heavyweight Championship so many moons ago. But more importantly than that, I don't owe you the time of mine that you're wasting complaining about not getting your damn rematch. Meaning that instead of talking about "collecting" from me, you and your giant walking pile of crap should be thanking me that I'm taking time to answer your baseless and, admittedly, boring promo.

Cyrus leans up against the EFNW Tron as he casually continues.

Cyrus Black: If you're so dead-set about getting a World Title shot, that's fine. I have no problem with it. Talk to management, win a number one contender's match, give a little head...do whatever you got to do to try and escape the shadow I've cast on EFNW. But don't come bitching to me since I really do not care. All I care about is that Cairo or Gone or Peace or whoever's in charge this hour keeps finding people for me to fight. If it's you, congratulations. If it's not, that really doesn't matter to me.

Cyrus acts as if he wants to continue, but he instead allows the crowd to chant his name again. After several seconds, he puts his hand up and closes his fist to signify that he wishes for them to stop, which the crowd obliges.

Cyrus Black: But now let's get to the lowest common denominator, shall we? Let's bring to light what this is all really about. You see, you're obsessed with the EFNW World Title. You crave it more than a fat guy craves the buffet. Your whole career is wrapped up with this World Title that sits so well on this shoulder of mine. And that, more than anything, makes you pathetic, Angel. Deny it all you want, and I know you will, but you can't stand the fact that the most prestigious prize in EFNW is out of your reach, and that you feel like nothing more than an average wrestler without it. It's okay to admit it, Angel...you certainly wouldn't be the first jackass I've met who defines themselves by the World Title and whether or not they're the champion. But the thing is...that line of thinking is flawed as hell.

Cyrus stands back up as he holds the title belt up with his right hand and speaks with the mic in his left.

Cyrus Black: Real champions define their title belts...only scrubs and morons let the belt define them. The reason this is as prestigious a prize as it is isn't because it was always like that...oh, hell no. Especially not after morons like Jarrett and you ran it through the mud. No, this title is prestigious because I restored its legacy. And it's not ego that's saying that, it's Truth! Day after day, month after month, match after match, I have defended this title with tenacity and skill the likes of which this company hasn't seen since its revival. I turned back challengers one after the other and have proven myself to be one of the very best in the business. And it's not because this title belt makes me a better wrestler...no, I was, am, and will always be the reason why I triumph and so many like you fail to take me down. I make this title belt mean something again...you, on the other hand, would just as soon win this title belt and believe yourself to be the best just because of that. Titles mean nothing if the man wearing them doesn't make them worth fighting for. So in other words...you're welcome. You're welcome for restoring this title belt's prestige and making it worth chasing after again. You're welcome for being the champion EFNW needed to recover from the jackassery of Harry Jones and Jarrett Calloway. And you're especially welcome for taking the time to explain to you why I'm a true champion and you're just a idiot who thinks himself to be king.

"Speaking of Kings...." a voice says as the tron flickers from showing the action between Cyrus and Angel to a shot of Neville Ryan sitting backstage in his locker room, comfortably leans back into his chair and shakes his head at the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Now Cyrus, Angel, I hate to get between the two of you but I think the fans here hardly care about who's going to challenge for the EFNW World Title. I mean its a lovely title and everything but its not like Cyrus is going to retire with it. No offense Cyrus, you're a tough guy and skilled at mind games but you're still just about here..." Neville says holding his hand at about level with his chin

"...and everyone here is wondering whats going on up here." he continues as his holds his other hand around his forehead, emphasising the distance between the two.

"Everyone is curious just what Neville Ryan, King of the world, Avatar of Karma, Undefeated 3XW World Champion and Franchise is going to do now. Angel here says that among other things his ability to defeat Twista XL entitles him to a world title shot... guess what? I've sent Twista XL sprawling back down to the dung pile that he came from with a single kick. Not since Chuck Norris has such destruction been envisioned. Now the both of you are very entertaining individuals but I was sitting back here watching and almost like a jedi I could feel the crowd crying out in anguish and begging for something more." Neville smirks at the camera and pulls his title higher onto his shoulder.

"They need a hero. thats why I'm here. To save EFNW from its constant string of people coming out to challenge Cyrus only to find themselves laid out when the Pay Per View is over. The Age of Ryan continues my friends. Cyrus, I'll allow you to hold onto your EFNW world title for now because I'm a nice guy but some day, maybe tomorrow, maybe a month from now I will collect it."

The crowd pop loudly as Twista XL's theme music plays and the King of the Streets walks out. He looks at Rodriguez, then Cyrus and then glance at Neville who is on the tron.

Twista XL: Yo dawgs, first things first I appreciate all the name droppin'. But when I hear my name mentioned, I gotta respond.

Twista XL turns around and points at Neville on the tron.

Twista XL: First of all I'll admit it. You beat me. I can take it, I'm still recovering from an injury and I was happy with the show we put on dawg.

Twista then points to Rodriguez.

Twista XL: You on the other hand, take shrooms in discoverland, hold hands with your lover man, driving around naked, half baked in a coloured van.

The crowd pop.

Twista XL: You're nothing but a fluke A-Rod. I can take it to you any day of the week cat. That's a fact. In fact when it really mattered, I beat you for your World Championship. Which brings me to my next man.

Twista walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring.

Twista XL: My boi Cyrus Black! Last time we faced off we had an unbelievable match, maybe one of the biggest matches in wrestling history. Our World Championship unificiation match. Now I haven't been 100% but I feel ready, I'm hungry.

Twista goes head to head with Black staring deep into his eyes.

Twista XL: And I'm due a rematch.

The crowd pop loudly at the latest development.

This promo is all over the place

The Legend of Casey wrote:

Adam wrote:

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The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

The crowd boo raucously as the Mexican aristocrat, Angel Rodriguez, steps into view, his bodyguard, Victor Elias, behind him. The two men stop on the stage and Angel throws his arms into the air, a golden shower of pyro rockets shooting upwards behind him. Once the pyro stops, both men begin to descend the entrance ramp, with Elias making sure nobody touches El Nino Maravilla, as he walks to the squared circle, spreading his arms wide to show off his finely cut white suit. Angel walks up the steel steps, followed ever still by Victor, and as Rodriguez steps into the ring, he paces over to the far side and leans over the top rope, asking for a microphone, which is handed to him by the ring attendants. Angel walks over to the centre of the ring, so he can adress the EFNW audience as pertinentily as he can, Elias over his shoulder with his arsm crossed.

AR: As you all know, me and the EFNW World champion, Cyrus Black, have had some arguments backstage and he has rubbished my claims that I deserve an EFNW World title shot. Despite having never been given my contractually obligated rematch by the former EFNW General Manager, Travis Jones, Cyrus Black had the nerve to play down my legitimacy for the title and said that I couldn't even beat Twista XL. But this Friday, look what happened. I defeated Twista XL and not only that, I made him tap out with my patented Dragon Sleeper, that I call the Mexican Deathlock, because nobody has ever escaped it. So in the last few weeks, I have ended the career of Marcus Kane and I have proved that Twista XL is no match for me. So Cyrus, your only argument for me not having a chance for your title is out of the window. I have earned a World title shot and Cyrus, I want you to come out right now, so I can come to collect.

Angel lowers the microphone as the crowd begin chants of 'We want Cyrus!', that resound around the arena.

"I'll Cast A Shadow" roars as the crowd gets their wish. Cyrus Black, EFNW World Champion, walks out from behind the curtain wearing a "Believe In Cyrus Black" T-shirt, dark slacks, and the title belt on his shoulder. Cyrus looks relatively pleased with something as a stagehand hands him a microphone and he begins to speak from the top of the ramp.

Cyrus Black: Well, Angel...I have to give you credit. You are persistent. Annoyingly persistent, but persistent nonetheless. But the problem I seem to have is this idea that I owe you something. After all, that's why you're calling me out, isn't it? To "collect" what's rightfully yours...

Cyrus chuckles at this as the crowd chants "Cyrus Black!"

Cyrus Black: Let me first address something before I get to the heart of the matter. As far as me owing you anything...yeah, you can go ahead and just file that under "bullshit." I don't owe you a damn thing. I don't you a title shot, since I didn't win this title from you. I won it from the guy who beat you AND from Surge, who you couldn't beat to win the Extreme Heavyweight Championship so many moons ago. But more importantly than that, I don't owe you the time of mine that you're wasting complaining about not getting your damn rematch. Meaning that instead of talking about "collecting" from me, you and your giant walking pile of crap should be thanking me that I'm taking time to answer your baseless and, admittedly, boring promo.

Cyrus leans up against the EFNW Tron as he casually continues.

Cyrus Black: If you're so dead-set about getting a World Title shot, that's fine. I have no problem with it. Talk to management, win a number one contender's match, give a little head...do whatever you got to do to try and escape the shadow I've cast on EFNW. But don't come bitching to me since I really do not care. All I care about is that Cairo or Gone or Peace or whoever's in charge this hour keeps finding people for me to fight. If it's you, congratulations. If it's not, that really doesn't matter to me.

Cyrus acts as if he wants to continue, but he instead allows the crowd to chant his name again. After several seconds, he puts his hand up and closes his fist to signify that he wishes for them to stop, which the crowd obliges.

Cyrus Black: But now let's get to the lowest common denominator, shall we? Let's bring to light what this is all really about. You see, you're obsessed with the EFNW World Title. You crave it more than a fat guy craves the buffet. Your whole career is wrapped up with this World Title that sits so well on this shoulder of mine. And that, more than anything, makes you pathetic, Angel. Deny it all you want, and I know you will, but you can't stand the fact that the most prestigious prize in EFNW is out of your reach, and that you feel like nothing more than an average wrestler without it. It's okay to admit it, Angel...you certainly wouldn't be the first jackass I've met who defines themselves by the World Title and whether or not they're the champion. But the thing is...that line of thinking is flawed as hell.

Cyrus stands back up as he holds the title belt up with his right hand and speaks with the mic in his left.

Cyrus Black: Real champions define their title belts...only scrubs and morons let the belt define them. The reason this is as prestigious a prize as it is isn't because it was always like that...oh, hell no. Especially not after morons like Jarrett and you ran it through the mud. No, this title is prestigious because I restored its legacy. And it's not ego that's saying that, it's Truth! Day after day, month after month, match after match, I have defended this title with tenacity and skill the likes of which this company hasn't seen since its revival. I turned back challengers one after the other and have proven myself to be one of the very best in the business. And it's not because this title belt makes me a better wrestler...no, I was, am, and will always be the reason why I triumph and so many like you fail to take me down. I make this title belt mean something again...you, on the other hand, would just as soon win this title belt and believe yourself to be the best just because of that. Titles mean nothing if the man wearing them doesn't make them worth fighting for. So in other words...you're welcome. You're welcome for restoring this title belt's prestige and making it worth chasing after again. You're welcome for being the champion EFNW needed to recover from the jackassery of Harry Jones and Jarrett Calloway. And you're especially welcome for taking the time to explain to you why I'm a true champion and you're just a idiot who thinks himself to be king.

"Speaking of Kings...." a voice says as the tron flickers from showing the action between Cyrus and Angel to a shot of Neville Ryan sitting backstage in his locker room, comfortably leans back into his chair and shakes his head at the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Now Cyrus, Angel, I hate to get between the two of you but I think the fans here hardly care about who's going to challenge for the EFNW World Title. I mean its a lovely title and everything but its not like Cyrus is going to retire with it. No offense Cyrus, you're a tough guy and skilled at mind games but you're still just about here..." Neville says holding his hand at about level with his chin

"...and everyone here is wondering whats going on up here." he continues as his holds his other hand around his forehead, emphasising the distance between the two.

"Everyone is curious just what Neville Ryan, King of the world, Avatar of Karma, Undefeated 3XW World Champion and Franchise is going to do now. Angel here says that among other things his ability to defeat Twista XL entitles him to a world title shot... guess what? I've sent Twista XL sprawling back down to the dung pile that he came from with a single kick. Not since Chuck Norris has such destruction been envisioned. Now the both of you are very entertaining individuals but I was sitting back here watching and almost like a jedi I could feel the crowd crying out in anguish and begging for something more." Neville smirks at the camera and pulls his title higher onto his shoulder.

"They need a hero. thats why I'm here. To save EFNW from its constant string of people coming out to challenge Cyrus only to find themselves laid out when the Pay Per View is over. The Age of Ryan continues my friends. Cyrus, I'll allow you to hold onto your EFNW world title for now because I'm a nice guy but some day, maybe tomorrow, maybe a month from now I will collect it."

The crowd pop loudly as Twista XL's theme music plays and the King of the Streets walks out. He looks at Rodriguez, then Cyrus and then glance at Neville who is on the tron.

Twista XL: Yo dawgs, first things first I appreciate all the name droppin'. But when I hear my name mentioned, I gotta respond.

Twista XL turns around and points at Neville on the tron.

Twista XL: First of all I'll admit it. You beat me. I can take it, I'm still recovering from an injury and I was happy with the show we put on dawg.

Twista then points to Rodriguez.

Twista XL: You on the other hand, take shrooms in discoverland, hold hands with your lover man, driving around naked, half baked in a coloured van.

The crowd pop.

Twista XL: You're nothing but a fluke A-Rod. I can take it to you any day of the week cat. That's a fact. In fact when it really mattered, I beat you for your World Championship. Which brings me to my next man.

Twista walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring.

Twista XL: My boi Cyrus Black! Last time we faced off we had an unbelievable match, maybe one of the biggest matches in wrestling history. Our World Championship unificiation match. Now I haven't been 100% but I feel ready, I'm hungry.

Twista goes head to head with Black staring deep into his eyes.

Twista XL: And I'm due a rematch.

The crowd pop loudly at the latest development.

Casey Anomaly's theme hits and then fans go absolutely ape-shit-bat-crazy. The Nightmare Among Men walks out onto the stage with a big grin on his face. As he walks down to the ring he grabs a mic from a crew member and rolls into the ring. He walks around every one in a big circle and motions for the crowd to chant and get loud. He laughs as he reaches one corner and hops on the top turnbuckle, sitting upon it, letting his legs dangle.

"Well looks like we have a little party or-"

He motions to A-Rod.

"-fiesta as Juan over here would say. Looks like we have three men all gunning for Cyrus' World Heavyweight championship. We have Juan over there claiming he is some sort of upper power who just instantly deserves a title match we have-"

he waves at Neville and then points turning to the other men.

"-Some one who claims that since he has never had the match he should get one."

Casey redirects his finger to point at Twista XL.

"And a beat up veteran who's still hungry and feels like he needs to redeem himself.."

The Nightmare Among Men pauses and licks his lips.

"I guess that means I should explain why I am out here to all four of you and the EFNW fan base. Well I should start off by stating the fact that the match me and Cyrus had at Interactive Anarchy was one of the highest rated matches this year and is likely to win match of the year. And Cyrus believe me when I say to not take this personally, but out of all three of these men they have never gotten so close to beating you as I have."

he swings around to face Neville and cuts Neville off.

"Yes we all know you are 4 and Oh against Cyrus or how ever many meaningless wins you have accumulated over the exile, so shut up and just listen."

Casey turns back and looks the other men over but then lets his gaze settle on the champion himself.

"I have taken Cyrus to his limits and is probably the only human being to ever do so. We fought a war that will be remembered for centuries to come and men may even look back at this match as one of the greatest. Both of us bled and had to use every ounce of energy in our body just to survive that match. Sure I lost but I got closer then any of you bafoons did. And I know I can do it again.. but this time I won't be losing."

He jumps down from the turnbuckle and keeps his stare on Cyrus as he walks towards him.

"Cyrus you know you want one more match, not only for the sake to have another amazing match, maybe a better one. I know that even thought I gave it my all in that match I have so much more to give and so many more things I can do to get that win over you, exile. as I do remember I also made you tap out and I can do it again."

Casey is grinning and only a few feet away from the champ as he lowers his mic.

Try to be best, ‘cause you’re only a man, and a man’s gotta learn to take it. Try to believe though the going gets rough that you gotta hang tough to make it. History repeats itself. Try and you’ll succeed. Never doubt that you’re the one. And you can have your dreams! You’re the best! Around! Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down You’re the Best! Around! Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down! You’re the Best! Around! Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own! IT'S WARREN FUCKING PEACE!! THE GREATEST FUCKING MAN IN THE HISTORY OF WACKADOO!! He comes out and the fans POP!! THEY SERIOUSLY FUCKING POP!! SOME GUY'S HEAD EXPLODES 'CAUSE WARREN IS SO BADASS!! Warren is in some totally badass scuba gear, 'cause he just got back...FROM SAVING WHALES!! YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAA!! ZIP-ZOP-ZUBBITY-BOP!! And with those magic words...WARREN HAS A MIC!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, chums. Casey, I know you want another shot at Cyrus, but you just had one. Angel has been clamoring for a shot, and he's looked impressive. And even though Twista has been on a downward spiral as of late, he deserves a shot too. And of course, Neville Ryan, the undefeated World Champion and franchise of 3XW!! All of you deserve a shot, but at this point, only one of you can get it. We'll sort this out, fellas, just wait."

And just like that...HE'S GONE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

*Dustin Shore is behind the curtain with a microphone, ready to join the clusterfuck when Warren Peace makes his speech.*

Dustin Shore: Well, damn.

WHATEVER HAPPENS...I can promise this Friday's, next Friday's shows, and the PPV, are gonna be up on time. Unless someone in my family dies. Even then, fuck the police. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Cyrus looks at all four potential vict...er, I mean, opponents and shrugs.

Cyrus Black: Didn't know I was this popular. Well, whatever...you boys figure it out amongst yourselves who gets to fight me next for the World Title. And whoever wins...well, I'll see you at the next EFNW PPV. What the hell is it called again? Ah, well...doesn't matter. Ta-ta for now.

"I'll Cast a Shadow" blares as Cyrus shakes hands with Twista XL, nods at Neville, pats Casey on the shoulder, and gives Angel the middle finger before heading back behind the curtain.

Angel and Elias look around the ring and Angel shakes his head at Twista and Casey, before ignoring Ryan and leaving the ring also, Elias following.

Well that was the biggest promo-gasm of all time.