ECCW: Extreme Created Championship Wrestling 23.0

Oriadon wrote:

*ECCW World Champion Dustin Shroe is backstage, wondering why everyone is getting so worked up since Crush is tomorrow night, when he meets ________________ in the hallway.*

OT: I thought the champ's name was Dustin Shore.

Oriadon wrote:

*ECCW World Champion Dustin Shore is backstage, wondering why everyone is getting so worked up since Crush is tomorrow night, when he meets Alex Nova in the hallway.*

He bumps into him and looks up at the slightly taller Shore

"Well, if it isn't the champ himself.. "

.nova. wrote:

Oriadon wrote:

*ECCW World Champion Dustin Shore is backstage, wondering why everyone is getting so worked up since Crush is tomorrow night, when he meets Alex Nova in the hallway.*

He bumps into him and looks up at the slightly taller Shore

"Well, if it isn't the champ himself.. "

Dustin Shore: How good of you to notice me, Alex. Though I guess the belt kinda gives it away. How's Kevin Evans?

Oriadon wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Oriadon wrote:

*ECCW World Champion Dustin Shore is backstage, wondering why everyone is getting so worked up since Crush is tomorrow night, when he meets Alex Nova in the hallway.*

He bumps into him and looks up at the slightly taller Shore

"Well, if it isn't the champ himself.. "

Dustin Shore: How good of you to notice me, Alex. Though I guess the belt kinda gives it away. How's Kevin Evans?

He strokes his chin

"Know what? He's good, but not good enough to get past me.. he's failed in the past, and I'm SURE, he'll fail yet again. How about you, are those pathetic wanna-be champions scaring you?"

He smirks

.nova. wrote:

Oriadon wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Oriadon wrote:

*ECCW World Champion Dustin Shore is backstage, wondering why everyone is getting so worked up since Crush is tomorrow night, when he meets Alex Nova in the hallway.*

He bumps into him and looks up at the slightly taller Shore

"Well, if it isn't the champ himself.. "

Dustin Shore: How good of you to notice me, Alex. Though I guess the belt kinda gives it away. How's Kevin Evans?

He strokes his chin

"Know what? He's good, but not good enough to get past me.. he's failed in the past, and I'm SURE, he'll fail yet again. How about you, are those pathetic wanna-be champions scaring you?"

He smirks

Dustin Shore: I'm not scared of any of them, but I'd be a fool not to watch them. At least one of them will be my opponent at Slam-Mania.

Oriadon wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Oriadon wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Oriadon wrote:

*ECCW World Champion Dustin Shore is backstage, wondering why everyone is getting so worked up since Crush is tomorrow night, when he meets Alex Nova in the hallway.*

He bumps into him and looks up at the slightly taller Shore

"Well, if it isn't the champ himself.. "

Dustin Shore: How good of you to notice me, Alex. Though I guess the belt kinda gives it away. How's Kevin Evans?

He strokes his chin

"Know what? He's good, but not good enough to get past me.. he's failed in the past, and I'm SURE, he'll fail yet again. How about you, are those pathetic wanna-be champions scaring you?"

He smirks

Dustin Shore: I'm not scared of any of them, but I'd be a fool not to watch them. At least one of them will be my opponent at Slam-Mania.

"That's not for sure yet.."

Azazel and John Leopold arrive

.nova. wrote:

Nova walks around and he's ready for Crush, because yesterday that faggot Michael Ausberry tricked him into thinking it was yesterday. So, fuck em, it's tonight, and Nova is training like mad when Adam Jones approaches him

AJ: Hey there, old buddy, old pal. I heard you're facing Michael Ausberry on Crush tonight and I just wanted to wish you good luck. Maybe, if you win, I might give you a title shot when I'm the Crush World champion.

Angel's music hits, and he appears on the ramp with a microphone in his hand. He's holding his title belt on his shoulder with the opposite hand, and begins slowly walking toward the ring, as the camera pans out. He gets to the ring, wiping his boots off on the apron, and climbs beneath the top rope. Immediately the crowd's pop turns to silence, and he begins to speak.

"It's that time of year again. Paths will cross, roads will have a dead end. Of course, I am referring to Slam-Mania. And if you want to compare Slam-Mania to a road or a highway, quite simply, if you're not fast enough, you don't make it. Plenty of people will miss Slam-Mania this year, no fault of my own, nor management's. Maybe they didn't make the most of opportunities, maybe something else clouded their view. Who knows. That aside, let's address my upcoming match at Slam-Mania."

Angel walks to the corner of the ring and lays his title down on the turnbuckle.

"At the moment, the guaranteed match for my Heavyweight Championship match is scheduled to be between Evans and myself. Now I can understand Slam-Mania is coming up and everything, and I know I have a huge target on my back in terms of who people come after when they're trying to make a statement, but it's getting a little ridiculous. So, Copeland, listen up. I'm going to propose a match for next week's Terror that will turn out well for the stacked card we have here on Terror and help out our friends over on Crush."

The crowd is silent, hanging on the words that Angel is about to say.

"Next week, I want a match between the two people that have been frequently targeting me the most over the past couple of weeks on Terror. Next week... Azazel, versus Casey Anomaly. Loser gets in to the Heavyweight title match at Slam-Mania, loser gets sent to Crush and is banned from the venue at Slam-Mania, and each Terror leading up to Slam-Mania. And I tell you what, since we appear to be having problems with officiating lately, I'll referee it myself. Azazel is a monster who is capable of manhandling Casey, and Casey is a cunning, high-impact guy who needs only one move to lay Azazel out and guarantee his spot on the card for Slam-Mania. If you guys are wondering why I'm not out here boasting about my win on Terror last week, it's because there isn't much time between this day and Slam-Mania, nothing is personal, it's business from here on out."

Angel pauses, sitting up on the turnbuckle where he laid his title, facing up the ramp.

"So, how about it Copeland? It's that time of year where you need to make something happen to guarantee your job, right? Get your ass out here and make something happen."

Angel stops and drops the microphone on top of his title, waiting for Copeland to make an appearance.

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Nova walks around and he's ready for Crush, because yesterday that faggot Michael Ausberry tricked him into thinking it was yesterday. So, fuck em, it's tonight, and Nova is training like mad when Adam Jones approaches him

AJ: Hey there, old buddy, old pal. I heard you're facing Michael Ausberry on Crush tonight and I just wanted to wish you good luck. Maybe, if you win, I might give you a title shot when I'm the Crush World champion.

He looks at him for a second and chuckles before replying

"Come on.. really? Do any of you actually think you can step toe-to-toe with Dustin Shore? Can't you see? This is all a big game, and you guys are being set up.. sure you don't have to listen to me, but I know the truth. None of you will beat Shore."

Zadok wrote:

Angel's music hits, and he appears on the ramp with a microphone in his hand. He's holding his title belt on his shoulder with the opposite hand, and begins slowly walking toward the ring, as the camera pans out. He gets to the ring, wiping his boots off on the apron, and climbs beneath the top rope. Immediately the crowd's pop turns to silence, and he begins to speak.

"It's that time of year again. Paths will cross, roads will have a dead end. Of course, I am referring to Slam-Mania. And if you want to compare Slam-Mania to a road or a highway, quite simply, if you're not fast enough, you don't make it. Plenty of people will miss Slam-Mania this year, no fault of my own, nor management's. Maybe they didn't make the most of opportunities, maybe something else clouded their view. Who knows. That aside, let's address my upcoming match at Slam-Mania."

Angel walks to the corner of the ring and lays his title down on the turnbuckle.

"At the moment, the guaranteed match for my Heavyweight Championship match is scheduled to be between Evans and myself. Now I can understand Slam-Mania is coming up and everything, and I know I have a huge target on my back in terms of who people come after when they're trying to make a statement, but it's getting a little ridiculous. So, Copeland, listen up. I'm going to propose a match for next week's Terror that will turn out well for the stacked card we have here on Terror and help out our friends over on Crush."

The crowd is silent, hanging on the words that Angel is about to say.

"Next week, I want a match between the two people that have been frequently targeting me the most over the past couple of weeks on Terror. Next week... Azazel, versus Casey Anomaly. Loser gets in to the Heavyweight title match at Slam-Mania, loser gets sent to Crush and is banned from the venue at Slam-Mania, and each Terror leading up to Slam-Mania. And I tell you what, since we appear to be having problems with officiating lately, I'll referee it myself. Azazel is a monster who is capable of manhandling Casey, and Casey is a cunning, high-impact guy who needs only one move to lay Azazel out and guarantee his spot on the card for Slam-Mania. If you guys are wondering why I'm not out here boasting about my win on Terror last week, it's because there isn't much time between this day and Slam-Mania, nothing is personal, it's business from here on out."

Angel pauses, sitting up on the turnbuckle where he laid his title, facing up the ramp.

"So, how about it Copeland? It's that time of year where you need to make something happen to guarantee your job, right? Get your ass out here and make something happen."

Angel stops and drops the microphone on top of his title, waiting for Copeland to make an appearance.

Zayten makes his usual sick entrance, rising from a ring of fire and stepping through it to large ovations. He is wearing black shades, black pants, a white tee and has his ECCW Pure Championship adorning his shoulder. He slides into the ring and stares longingly at the ECCW World Heavyweight Championship.

Zayten: Angel, I usually only come out to induce the rites of my forefathers and strike down the unworthy mortals that grace this company but tonight I made an exception. You are throwing your weight around and making matches. This Anomaly and Azazel thing sounds . . . delicious . . . but you seem to be under the impression that Azazel is going to MAKE IT to SlamMania. I have set my sights on the demon and throughout the ages it has been my people that have won out against his and so it shall continue. I refuse to let this match happen unless I'm a part of it. You see . . . Angel . . . you still hold the key to me unlocking my greatest power. My unlimitless potential is in your hands . . . and if I have to prize it from your cold, dead ones . . . I will.

.nova. wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Nova walks around and he's ready for Crush, because yesterday that faggot Michael Ausberry tricked him into thinking it was yesterday. So, fuck em, it's tonight, and Nova is training like mad when Adam Jones approaches him

AJ: Hey there, old buddy, old pal. I heard you're facing Michael Ausberry on Crush tonight and I just wanted to wish you good luck. Maybe, if you win, I might give you a title shot when I'm the Crush World champion.

He looks at him for a second and chuckles before replying

"Come on.. really? Do any of you actually think you can step toe-to-toe with Dustin Shore? Can't you see? This is all a big game, and you guys are being set up.. sure you don't have to listen to me, but I know the truth. None of you will beat Shore."

AJ: You said I couldn't beat you, but I did so I'm not exactly one to listen to people put down my chances in the ring. But hey, you get rid of Ausberry, not for me, but for yourself, like I know you will, and who knows? You could be the catalyst for change here in ECCW.

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

.nova. wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

.nova. wrote:

Nova walks around and he's ready for Crush, because yesterday that faggot Michael Ausberry tricked him into thinking it was yesterday. So, fuck em, it's tonight, and Nova is training like mad when Adam Jones approaches him

AJ: Hey there, old buddy, old pal. I heard you're facing Michael Ausberry on Crush tonight and I just wanted to wish you good luck. Maybe, if you win, I might give you a title shot when I'm the Crush World champion.

He looks at him for a second and chuckles before replying

"Come on.. really? Do any of you actually think you can step toe-to-toe with Dustin Shore? Can't you see? This is all a big game, and you guys are being set up.. sure you don't have to listen to me, but I know the truth. None of you will beat Shore."

AJ: You said I couldn't beat you, but I did so I'm not exactly one to listen to people put down my chances in the ring. But hey, you get rid of Ausberry, not for me, but for yourself, like I know you will, and who knows? You could be the catalyst for change here in ECCW.

"I know I'm ECCW's fastest rising star.. they're just waiting for the perfect chance to make it official. Once I get rid of Ausberry, then that's another step up the mountain for you. When you make it to the top, you face Shore, that is ... IF you make it to the top.. but if you were to kind of slip up there..if he were to knock you off, there's a heck of a long way of getting back up. Then it's down to the bottom of the heap for your sorry ass."

Adam wrote:

Zadok wrote:

Angel's music hits, and he appears on the ramp with a microphone in his hand. He's holding his title belt on his shoulder with the opposite hand, and begins slowly walking toward the ring, as the camera pans out. He gets to the ring, wiping his boots off on the apron, and climbs beneath the top rope. Immediately the crowd's pop turns to silence, and he begins to speak.

"It's that time of year again. Paths will cross, roads will have a dead end. Of course, I am referring to Slam-Mania. And if you want to compare Slam-Mania to a road or a highway, quite simply, if you're not fast enough, you don't make it. Plenty of people will miss Slam-Mania this year, no fault of my own, nor management's. Maybe they didn't make the most of opportunities, maybe something else clouded their view. Who knows. That aside, let's address my upcoming match at Slam-Mania."

Angel walks to the corner of the ring and lays his title down on the turnbuckle.

"At the moment, the guaranteed match for my Heavyweight Championship match is scheduled to be between Evans and myself. Now I can understand Slam-Mania is coming up and everything, and I know I have a huge target on my back in terms of who people come after when they're trying to make a statement, but it's getting a little ridiculous. So, Copeland, listen up. I'm going to propose a match for next week's Terror that will turn out well for the stacked card we have here on Terror and help out our friends over on Crush."

The crowd is silent, hanging on the words that Angel is about to say.

"Next week, I want a match between the two people that have been frequently targeting me the most over the past couple of weeks on Terror. Next week... Azazel, versus Casey Anomaly. Loser gets in to the Heavyweight title match at Slam-Mania, loser gets sent to Crush and is banned from the venue at Slam-Mania, and each Terror leading up to Slam-Mania. And I tell you what, since we appear to be having problems with officiating lately, I'll referee it myself. Azazel is a monster who is capable of manhandling Casey, and Casey is a cunning, high-impact guy who needs only one move to lay Azazel out and guarantee his spot on the card for Slam-Mania. If you guys are wondering why I'm not out here boasting about my win on Terror last week, it's because there isn't much time between this day and Slam-Mania, nothing is personal, it's business from here on out."

Angel pauses, sitting up on the turnbuckle where he laid his title, facing up the ramp.

"So, how about it Copeland? It's that time of year where you need to make something happen to guarantee your job, right? Get your ass out here and make something happen."

Angel stops and drops the microphone on top of his title, waiting for Copeland to make an appearance.

Zayten makes his usual sick entrance, rising from a ring of fire and stepping through it to large ovations. He is wearing black shades, black pants, a white tee and has his ECCW Pure Championship adorning his shoulder. He slides into the ring and stares longingly at the ECCW World Heavyweight Championship.

Zayten: Angel, I usually only come out to induce the rites of my forefathers and strike down the unworthy mortals that grace this company but tonight I made an exception. You are throwing your weight around and making matches. This Anomaly and Azazel thing sounds . . . delicious . . . but you seem to be under the impression that Azazel is going to MAKE IT to SlamMania. I have set my sights on the demon and throughout the ages it has been my people that have won out against his and so it shall continue. I refuse to let this match happen unless I'm a part of it. You see . . . Angel . . . you still hold the key to me unlocking my greatest power. My unlimitless potential is in your hands . . . and if I have to prize it from your cold, dead ones . . . I will.

OFF kinda rushed but figured this would be a good opportunity to write a promo

RED wrote:

As Angel and Zayten are in the ring and Casey is on the ramp, Azazel comes out and he has a microphone in his hand. Azazel looks at Casey and they have an intense staredown. Azazel raises the mic to his mouth as he looks at Casey.

"You and I want the same thing. You and I both want a piece of that Angel with no wings and we both want to win the ECCW Heavyweight Championship at Slam-Mania. You are making your presence known almost as much as I do, and I like that. I don't have a problem with you. My problem is that all these fans and the people behind the scenes make you out to be the biggest star. But you are not. Thanks to them you are cursed. Cursed to be over-rated. But still, I don't have a problem with you."

Azazel then turns his look at the 2 men standing in the ring, Angel and Zayten.

"My problem is with you two over there. See, My intension is to destroy you Angel. But of course the management doesn't want Me to be the World Champion so there is problem number one. Zayten by the other hand is desperately trying to get on My nerves and he is doing a good job at it. That's problem number two. Now Zayten, I defeated you three weeks ago on Terror and I also defeated Angel on that same night. I don't understand why you keep coming back for more you little vamp. Maybe you like to get your ass kicked. I'm cool with that. But you are not getting into My way to Slam-Mania. Management is not getting in My way to Slam-Mania. Casey and Angel are not going to get in My way to Slam-Mania. God himself is not getting in My way to Slam-Mania. I will win the Heavyweight Championship and I will bring Hell on Earth. Because it's My destiny. It's ECCW's destiny. So Angel, I promise you that the end of days are coming for you. I will get you and I will tear you into pieces. But I will not send you to Heaven. I will send you and those who will attempt to stop Me, straight to the deepest, darkest place of Hell."

Zayten smirks a little before pacing around the ring in a fleeting manner.

Zayten: To I, a man of infinite wisdom, educated not by books or scholars but by writing said books and being said scholar, the solution to these problems are simple. I have 1000's of years of knowledge at my disposal simply through experience and it is only a matter of unlocking the potential that I posses. It may lay deep within me but I can feel it rising, surfacing, bubbling to the . . . forefront. I have vowed since day one to strike down all those who oppose me . . . with zero remorse. I'm biding my time . . . you are all currently in the danger zone. And . . . to be frank . . . it doesn't look like any of you are getting out. I am vying for BLOOD. I don't care about petty wins or losses when it comes to matches with you Azazel, I purely want to hurt you. Damage you. SLAY the demon.

Zayten turns to Casey.

Zayten: You are an interesting prospect Casey. The nightmare, among men. I am THE nightmare. Not among men, for I am not of this mortal world, I am the nightmare of all things in any realm. I am the bane of your existence Anomaly. YOU aren't like the others, you think I'm a hinderance but must it be so? Fate and destiny have long played a role in the map of our lives that the dark lords so carefully plan out. What if this is meant to happen Casey? What if you've met . . . your idol. Our paths seem to be intertwined Anomaly. You can still be saved. When I unlock my potential my followers will bask in my glory, you could be one of them. Those who believe will survive . . . and those non-believers will exist solely at my discretion.

At this Zayten turns sharply towards Angel.

Zayten: You . . . sweet, sweet, heavenly Angel. You are one of the marked ones. One of the unfortunates. A casualty some may say . . . You are unlucky in that you hold the key.

Zayten points to the ECCW Heavyweight Championship.

Zayten: You hold the key that will allow me to unlock my true potential and send this company, this universe, tumbling down around me . . . Zayten, the master of destruction.

Zayten's eyes gleams and he bares his sharp teeth when . . .

OFF - Whoever to continue but perhaps it would be a good time for Jericho to show up? Maybe Evans? That's wishful thinking though . . .

Name: Eric Lindgren
Gimmick: An obvious blue chipper, he's tasted success in CWW and thinks he can go higher here in ECCW. But to do this, he knows he must learn from the veterans and the greats of the industry, so will always try to talk to these people.
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 225lbs
Hometown: Hollywood, California
Signatures: Missile Dropkick, Famouser, Enzeguiri, Sleeper Hold, Triple Elbow Drop, Standing Moonsault
Finishers: California Connect (Superkick), SKO (Reverse Thrown Powerslam)
Entrance Music: Smoke and Mirrors (V3) by Jim Johnston
Status: Face
Brand: Terror
Pic base: Dolph Ziggler

Alpha and Lindgren are accepted.

I'm going to have Jericho come out in a bit.

Will Crush be posted.. ?