ECCW: Extreme Created Championship Wrestling 25.0

The crowd begin to boo as Angel Rodriguez, the Mexican aristocrat, strides from behind the curtain in a resplendent white suit, spreading his arms wide to show off the full splendour of his expensive attire. A-Rod then points to the sky with an explosion of gold pyro rockets, before arrogantly strolling down to the ring and clambering up the steel ring steps, ordering the referee to sit on the middle rope. The official does as instructed, albeit begrudgingly, and Angel hops into the squared circle, before grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer and adressing the fans.

Angel: I am "El Nino Maravilla", Angel Rodriguez. And for those of you who have forgotten what that means, let me remind you, hombres. It means Wonder Kid. You see, I was only 21 years of age when I became the All-Mexico Amateur wrestling champion and I was treated like a god in my home country. But ever since I've come over to live in America, you've treated me like common rabble. You boo me as I come to the ring, you cheer for my misfortunes and you give me no support when I wrestle. You'd all rather support common criminals like Will Williams.

The crowd cheer at the mention of the Television champion, but Angel merely scoffs and carries on.

Angel: That's right, Will Williams is a criminal. He stole my Television title from me at All or Nothing and now he wears the title proudly around his waist like he earned it. I never quit and at All or Nothing, I remained true to that statement. I had the match won but Will Williams had to pull out a recording of my voice and conned the referee into thinking I'd quit. The Television title is mine and I will prove that when I beat Will Williams for it at Scared Straight. Will Williams has never fairly defeated me in a one on one match and at Scared Straight, he will fall once again. I beat him at Gold Rush in my first ever match as an ECCW competitor, then I beat him at SummerSmash and I would have beat him at All or Nothing as well. Amigo, the Television title will be coming back to me in a few weeks, so you'd better enjoy it while you have it. Adios.

Angel goes to leave, but suddenly familiar music is heard that stops Angel in his tracks.

TBC- Will Williams

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

The crowd begin to boo as Angel Rodriguez, the Mexican aristocrat, strides from behind the curtain in a resplendent white suit, spreading his arms wide to show off the full splendour of his expensive attire. A-Rod then points to the sky with an explosion of gold pyro rockets, before arrogantly strolling down to the ring and clambering up the steel ring steps, ordering the referee to sit on the middle rope. The official does as instructed, albeit begrudgingly, and Angel hops into the squared circle, before grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer and adressing the fans.

Angel: I am "El Nino Maravilla", Angel Rodriguez. And for those of you who have forgotten what that means, let me remind you, hombres. It means Wonder Kid. You see, I was only 21 years of age when I became the All-Mexico Amateur wrestling champion and I was treated like a god in my home country. But ever since I've come over to live in America, you've treated me like common rabble. You boo me as I come to the ring, you cheer for my misfortunes and you give me no support when I wrestle. You'd all rather support common criminals like Will Williams.

The crowd cheer at the mention of the Television champion, but Angel merely scoffs and carries on.

Angel: That's right, Will Williams is a criminal. He stole my Television title from me at All or Nothing and now he wears the title proudly around his waist like he earned it. I never quit and at All or Nothing, I remained true to that statement. I had the match won but Will Williams had to pull out a recording of my voice and conned the referee into thinking I'd quit. The Television title is mine and I will prove that when I beat Will Williams for it at Scared Straight. Will Williams has never fairly defeated me in a one on one match and at Scared Straight, he will fall once again. I beat him at Gold Rush in my first ever match as an ECCW competitor, then I beat him at SummerSmash and I would have beat him at All or Nothing as well. Amigo, the Television title will be coming back to me in a few weeks, so you'd better enjoy it while you have it. Adios.

Angel goes to leave, but suddenly familiar music is heard that stops Angel in his tracks.

TBC- Will Williams

*Will Williams steps out with a microphone in hand, sans his Television Title, to a loud pop from the crowd. He's in his regular street clothes yet still has his signature face paint on. He stands on the ramp smirking at his rival*

Will: Oy! You still got my title, bloke. Listen we'll talk about that later, though. I was just backstage with your GM Robert Cairo talking about what you did and being the prick that he is, he isn't demanding that you give it back. Instead, he's putting us in a tag team match and shit. I don't know why, he's a terrible GM. How can you deal with his...dumbassery? Nonetheless, apparently you and I have a tag team match this Monday. I just came out here to announce that. Now then, you still have my title. Angie, I won it. The referee said so. We can argue semantics for days but the fact of the matter is my name is on that belt. Hand it over, please...

TJ! wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

The crowd begin to boo as Angel Rodriguez, the Mexican aristocrat, strides from behind the curtain in a resplendent white suit, spreading his arms wide to show off the full splendour of his expensive attire. A-Rod then points to the sky with an explosion of gold pyro rockets, before arrogantly strolling down to the ring and clambering up the steel ring steps, ordering the referee to sit on the middle rope. The official does as instructed, albeit begrudgingly, and Angel hops into the squared circle, before grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer and adressing the fans.

Angel: I am "El Nino Maravilla", Angel Rodriguez. And for those of you who have forgotten what that means, let me remind you, hombres. It means Wonder Kid. You see, I was only 21 years of age when I became the All-Mexico Amateur wrestling champion and I was treated like a god in my home country. But ever since I've come over to live in America, you've treated me like common rabble. You boo me as I come to the ring, you cheer for my misfortunes and you give me no support when I wrestle. You'd all rather support common criminals like Will Williams.

The crowd cheer at the mention of the Television champion, but Angel merely scoffs and carries on.

Angel: That's right, Will Williams is a criminal. He stole my Television title from me at All or Nothing and now he wears the title proudly around his waist like he earned it. I never quit and at All or Nothing, I remained true to that statement. I had the match won but Will Williams had to pull out a recording of my voice and conned the referee into thinking I'd quit. The Television title is mine and I will prove that when I beat Will Williams for it at Scared Straight. Will Williams has never fairly defeated me in a one on one match and at Scared Straight, he will fall once again. I beat him at Gold Rush in my first ever match as an ECCW competitor, then I beat him at SummerSmash and I would have beat him at All or Nothing as well. Amigo, the Television title will be coming back to me in a few weeks, so you'd better enjoy it while you have it. Adios.

Angel goes to leave, but suddenly familiar music is heard that stops Angel in his tracks.

TBC- Will Williams

*Will Williams steps out with a microphone in hand, sans his Television Title, to a loud pop from the crowd. He's in his regular street clothes yet still has his signature face paint on. He stands on the ramp smirking at his rival*

Will: Oy! You still got my title, bloke. Listen we'll talk about that later, though. I was just backstage with your GM Robert Cairo talking about what you did and being the prick that he is, he isn't demanding that you give it back. Instead, he's putting us in a tag team match and shit. I don't know why, he's a terrible GM. How can you deal with his...dumbassery? Nonetheless, apparently you and I have a tag team match this Monday. I just came out here to announce that. Now then, you still have my title. Angie, I won it. The referee said so. We can argue semantics for days but the fact of the matter is my name is on that belt. Hand it over, please...

Angel scoffs and shakes his head.

AR: Hey, you stole this from me, so I've stolen it from you. That, my friend, is called an eye for an eye. So if you want it back, then you'll have to find it. As for Monday night, a tag team match? That suits me just fine. I can win tag team matches with anybody, can you?

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

TJ! wrote:

The Truth Has Set Me Free wrote:

The crowd begin to boo as Angel Rodriguez, the Mexican aristocrat, strides from behind the curtain in a resplendent white suit, spreading his arms wide to show off the full splendour of his expensive attire. A-Rod then points to the sky with an explosion of gold pyro rockets, before arrogantly strolling down to the ring and clambering up the steel ring steps, ordering the referee to sit on the middle rope. The official does as instructed, albeit begrudgingly, and Angel hops into the squared circle, before grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer and adressing the fans.

Angel: I am "El Nino Maravilla", Angel Rodriguez. And for those of you who have forgotten what that means, let me remind you, hombres. It means Wonder Kid. You see, I was only 21 years of age when I became the All-Mexico Amateur wrestling champion and I was treated like a god in my home country. But ever since I've come over to live in America, you've treated me like common rabble. You boo me as I come to the ring, you cheer for my misfortunes and you give me no support when I wrestle. You'd all rather support common criminals like Will Williams.

The crowd cheer at the mention of the Television champion, but Angel merely scoffs and carries on.

Angel: That's right, Will Williams is a criminal. He stole my Television title from me at All or Nothing and now he wears the title proudly around his waist like he earned it. I never quit and at All or Nothing, I remained true to that statement. I had the match won but Will Williams had to pull out a recording of my voice and conned the referee into thinking I'd quit. The Television title is mine and I will prove that when I beat Will Williams for it at Scared Straight. Will Williams has never fairly defeated me in a one on one match and at Scared Straight, he will fall once again. I beat him at Gold Rush in my first ever match as an ECCW competitor, then I beat him at SummerSmash and I would have beat him at All or Nothing as well. Amigo, the Television title will be coming back to me in a few weeks, so you'd better enjoy it while you have it. Adios.

Angel goes to leave, but suddenly familiar music is heard that stops Angel in his tracks.

TBC- Will Williams

*Will Williams steps out with a microphone in hand, sans his Television Title, to a loud pop from the crowd. He's in his regular street clothes yet still has his signature face paint on. He stands on the ramp smirking at his rival*

Will: Oy! You still got my title, bloke. Listen we'll talk about that later, though. I was just backstage with your GM Robert Cairo talking about what you did and being the prick that he is, he isn't demanding that you give it back. Instead, he's putting us in a tag team match and shit. I don't know why, he's a terrible GM. How can you deal with his...dumbassery? Nonetheless, apparently you and I have a tag team match this Monday. I just came out here to announce that. Now then, you still have my title. Angie, I won it. The referee said so. We can argue semantics for days but the fact of the matter is my name is on that belt. Hand it over, please...

Angel scoffs and shakes his head.

AR: Hey, you stole this from me, so I've stolen it from you. That, my friend, is called an eye for an eye. So if you want it back, then you'll have to find it. As for Monday night, a tag team match? That suits me just fine. I can win tag team matches with anybody, can you?

Will: Honey, you clearly don't know me if you're asking how I am as a tag team competitor. I guess you'll find out. You'll also might want to keep an eye out for that title of mine that you've stolen. Never know when someone could nab it. Just saying...

*Will drops the microphone as his music plays him off, laughing at Angel as he walks to the back*

My people do shit.

Adam Jones is preparing for Crush.

Angel Rodriguez is backstage with Will Williams TV title.

A shrouded figure is shown in front of a camera. A single light appears to be behind him, swinging to and fro like a pendulum. This continues for a few brief moments, before a hand is extended. Static. The white noise continues for an additional moment or two, before the static cuts. A mouth is seen, closed, before finally opening to speak.

"Guess who's back..."


Angel's music begins to blast. After a long delay, he finally reappears on the stage, a hood covering the crown of his head to the top of his nose. His hair can be seen flowing from beneath of it. He seems... Indifferent, overall. The crowd is in an uproar.

Why has Angel returned? Why now? And again. The Revival.

He coolly approaches the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope, a microphone slides out from under his sleeve. Silence.

"To some, I am an embodiment of evil, to others, I am a watchful protector of the things we hold dear in this industry. To myself, I am no one, to the rest of you, I am everything."

He pauses, the crowd is still silent.

He reaches up with the hand that isn't covering his face, pulling his hood back.

He looks up, into the rafters, putting the microphone to his lips, he begins yelling.

"I'MMMMMMM BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKK."

He throws the microphone on to the mat, looking up the ramp, as __________________ walks up the ramp.

TBC by anyone.

Also, guess who's back, bitches.

off: Thank goodness, maybe now there'll be more activity.

TJ! wrote:

off: Thank goodness, maybe now there'll be more activity.

OFF: Well... Hopefully. Now if someone would just... Y'know... Reply to my provocation...

Zadok wrote:

A shrouded figure is shown in front of a camera. A single light appears to be behind him, swinging to and fro like a pendulum. This continues for a few brief moments, before a hand is extended. Static. The white noise continues for an additional moment or two, before the static cuts. A mouth is seen, closed, before finally opening to speak.

"Guess who's back..."

Angel's music begins to blast. After a long delay, he finally reappears on the stage, a hood covering the crown of his head to the top of his nose. His hair can be seen flowing from beneath of it. He seems... Indifferent, overall. The crowd is in an uproar.

Why has Angel returned? Why now? And again. The Revival.

He coolly approaches the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope, a microphone slides out from under his sleeve. Silence.

"To some, I am an embodiment of evil, to others, I am a watchful protector of the things we hold dear in this industry. To myself, I am no one, to the rest of you, I am everything."

He pauses, the crowd is still silent.

He reaches up with the hand that isn't covering his face, pulling his hood back.

He looks up, into the rafters, putting the microphone to his lips, he begins yelling.

"I'MMMMMMM BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKK."

He throws the microphone on to the mat, looking up the ramp, as __________________ walks up the ramp.

TBC by anyone.

Also, guess who's back, bitches.

With the initial beat the entire crowd knows who it is and the presence of Dan Williams overwhelms them like a sense of a buzz kill. They go from the high of seeing Angel return to the low of having to hear Dan Williams preach. He walks out in one of his finely pressed suits with the slick black undershirt to match the jacket and pants and a bright white tie. He runs his hand through his bleach blonde hair admiring his perfectness before he proceeds down the ramp. He grins as he gets to the ring and takes the long way around and yanks a mic from the hands of the time keeper before making his way into the ring in a way that makes his seem almost like royalty

Dan Williams
Well well well look who it is. Everybody hey look it is Angel

The crowd boos Williams as he says this with sarcasm to mock the crowd and Angel

Dan Williams
Oh come on he isn't that bad, he is just a grown man that wears make up. Might it be more make up than most of the women in attendance however it makes him seem relevant and the only reason he wears the make up is to hide the pain that Sandusky caused him all those years ago. Just because you are a former champion is the reason I am bringing myself down to the level that you are at to respond to this travesty of a time killer. Be it a waste of my time? Possibly. However if I. Ahem sorry correction WHEN I beat you then I can toss you in line behind me and put myself at the top of the list to challenge for the gold, that leaves me in prime position to be champion very soon here, providing you aren't a coward. I can assume it is safe to call you a bitch though because you are wearing more makeup than any of them in attendance.

"Shut the fuck up" chants begin echoing though the arena

Dan Williams
Do you kiss your mothers with those mouths?

Fans start getting angry and start yelling things at ringside to Williams and he turns to one in particular who happens to be wearing an Angel shirt and glares a hole through him

Dan Williams
If you want me to shut the fuck up, how about you put the nachos down and get your fat ass up and get into the ring and make me. If you don't have the courage to do that like your precious little hero here then sit the fuck down and treat me with the respect I deserve

Dan turns back to Angel and shakes his hair before running his hand through it and smirks

Dan Williams
Ah now where was I?

OT- Hello boys I just wanted to say Hi and awesome storylines. Jarrett or anybody knows where I can look at ECCWs Championship Titles history? Keep up the good work guys.

Mr_Capricorn wrote:

OT- Hello boys I just wanted to say Hi and awesome storylines. Jarrett or anybody knows where I can look at ECCWs Championship Titles history? Keep up the good work guys.

There isn't a full list available anywhere, but the histories for the two major titles for the past two years is on eccw.webs.com under roster > titles and awards. Histories for only this year are available on the first page on the championships post.

Just want to apologise for being completely inactive, got a lot going on right now with school anda lot of personal stuff. I will be back on as soon as possible.

You and every fucking one else.

Neville is backstage shining his heavyweight championship, making sure that Zayten didn't get his filth on it.

White guy wrote:

Zadok wrote:

A shrouded figure is shown in front of a camera. A single light appears to be behind him, swinging to and fro like a pendulum. This continues for a few brief moments, before a hand is extended. Static. The white noise continues for an additional moment or two, before the static cuts. A mouth is seen, closed, before finally opening to speak.

"Guess who's back..."

Angel's music begins to blast. After a long delay, he finally reappears on the stage, a hood covering the crown of his head to the top of his nose. His hair can be seen flowing from beneath of it. He seems... Indifferent, overall. The crowd is in an uproar.

Why has Angel returned? Why now? And again. The Revival.

He coolly approaches the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope, a microphone slides out from under his sleeve. Silence.

"To some, I am an embodiment of evil, to others, I am a watchful protector of the things we hold dear in this industry. To myself, I am no one, to the rest of you, I am everything."

He pauses, the crowd is still silent.

He reaches up with the hand that isn't covering his face, pulling his hood back.

He looks up, into the rafters, putting the microphone to his lips, he begins yelling.

"I'MMMMMMM BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKK."

He throws the microphone on to the mat, looking up the ramp, as __________________ walks up the ramp.

TBC by anyone.

Also, guess who's back, bitches.

With the initial beat the entire crowd knows who it is and the presence of Dan Williams overwhelms them like a sense of a buzz kill. They go from the high of seeing Angel return to the low of having to hear Dan Williams preach. He walks out in one of his finely pressed suits with the slick black undershirt to match the jacket and pants and a bright white tie. He runs his hand through his bleach blonde hair admiring his perfectness before he proceeds down the ramp. He grins as he gets to the ring and takes the long way around and yanks a mic from the hands of the time keeper before making his way into the ring in a way that makes his seem almost like royalty

Dan Williams
Well well well look who it is. Everybody hey look it is Angel

The crowd boos Williams as he says this with sarcasm to mock the crowd and Angel

Dan Williams
Oh come on he isn't that bad, he is just a grown man that wears make up. Might it be more make up than most of the women in attendance however it makes him seem relevant and the only reason he wears the make up is to hide the pain that Sandusky caused him all those years ago. Just because you are a former champion is the reason I am bringing myself down to the level that you are at to respond to this travesty of a time killer. Be it a waste of my time? Possibly. However if I. Ahem sorry correction WHEN I beat you then I can toss you in line behind me and put myself at the top of the list to challenge for the gold, that leaves me in prime position to be champion very soon here, providing you aren't a coward. I can assume it is safe to call you a bitch though because you are wearing more makeup than any of them in attendance.

"Shut the fuck up" chants begin echoing though the arena

Dan Williams
Do you kiss your mothers with those mouths?

Fans start getting angry and start yelling things at ringside to Williams and he turns to one in particular who happens to be wearing an Angel shirt and glares a hole through him

Dan Williams
If you want me to shut the fuck up, how about you put the nachos down and get your fat ass up and get into the ring and make me. If you don't have the courage to do that like your precious little hero here then sit the fuck down and treat me with the respect I deserve

Dan turns back to Angel and shakes his hair before running his hand through it and smirks

Dan Williams
Ah now where was I?

Angel laughs. Hysterically.

"I do believe you were going on about how you were trying to call out various members of the audience when you and I know damn well that none of them can leave their seats because security prevents them from doing so. Now, I could just blast you with the microphone and leave you as cold as a stone, that wouldn't really serve a purpose, and neither would calling anyone out of the audience. And while maybe you think that maybe a beatdown on some random guy off the street would gave you any form of satisfaction, it appears to be much bigger than that."

He pauses, smiling, looking to his left and right.

"Maybe you do, or maybe you don't know. I left ECCW a couple months ago for personal reasons. The battles Casey and I had left us both bruised and battered, and being the smarter man, I decided to go get checked out by a doctor. The collective reasoning I've gotten from the doctors I've gone to was that I had a sprained meniscus tendon in my left knee, which would have explained why walking anywhere was a pain, and why my overall ability had been diminished. Before I even left, doctors advised that I did not return to the ring, in fear that it could become ruptured and I would have been out close to half a year."

He pauses, shifting his feet a bit here and there.

"But, none of that concerns you. What concerns me is why you're out here, and I'm assuming it's not to give me a pat on the back and say welcome back, you've made that pretty clear. Maybe, just maybe that's what I was hoping you would do., but considering that neither you and I have spoken to one another since the Invasion of 3XW, I'm assuming that unless you plan upon assembling another group of cronies to do your bidding, you've probably come out here to attack me or something, and the real question here is:..."

He stops, pulling the microphone away from his mouth and exhaling.

"It's why, Dan. Why do you come out here, and interrupt my welcome home. Let me guess, is it because Cyrus is better than you? And so you choose to target me as his greatest pupil. Is it because I'm a former world champion, because if so, you could just abide your time by attacking the real one."

He laughs, looking to his left and right.

"No, no no. Ladies and gentlemen, Dan is out here because Dan is a coward. Word must have gotten around that I was returning, so Dan must have thought of that as his window to try to re-establish his name within the business. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the man who could never truly beat Cyrus Black!"

Zadok wrote:

White guy wrote:

Zadok wrote:

A shrouded figure is shown in front of a camera. A single light appears to be behind him, swinging to and fro like a pendulum. This continues for a few brief moments, before a hand is extended. Static. The white noise continues for an additional moment or two, before the static cuts. A mouth is seen, closed, before finally opening to speak.

"Guess who's back..."

Angel's music begins to blast. After a long delay, he finally reappears on the stage, a hood covering the crown of his head to the top of his nose. His hair can be seen flowing from beneath of it. He seems... Indifferent, overall. The crowd is in an uproar.

Why has Angel returned? Why now? And again. The Revival.

He coolly approaches the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope, a microphone slides out from under his sleeve. Silence.

"To some, I am an embodiment of evil, to others, I am a watchful protector of the things we hold dear in this industry. To myself, I am no one, to the rest of you, I am everything."

He pauses, the crowd is still silent.

He reaches up with the hand that isn't covering his face, pulling his hood back.

He looks up, into the rafters, putting the microphone to his lips, he begins yelling.

"I'MMMMMMM BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKK."

He throws the microphone on to the mat, looking up the ramp, as __________________ walks up the ramp.

TBC by anyone.

Also, guess who's back, bitches.

With the initial beat the entire crowd knows who it is and the presence of Dan Williams overwhelms them like a sense of a buzz kill. They go from the high of seeing Angel return to the low of having to hear Dan Williams preach. He walks out in one of his finely pressed suits with the slick black undershirt to match the jacket and pants and a bright white tie. He runs his hand through his bleach blonde hair admiring his perfectness before he proceeds down the ramp. He grins as he gets to the ring and takes the long way around and yanks a mic from the hands of the time keeper before making his way into the ring in a way that makes his seem almost like royalty

Dan Williams
Well well well look who it is. Everybody hey look it is Angel

The crowd boos Williams as he says this with sarcasm to mock the crowd and Angel

Dan Williams
Oh come on he isn't that bad, he is just a grown man that wears make up. Might it be more make up than most of the women in attendance however it makes him seem relevant and the only reason he wears the make up is to hide the pain that Sandusky caused him all those years ago. Just because you are a former champion is the reason I am bringing myself down to the level that you are at to respond to this travesty of a time killer. Be it a waste of my time? Possibly. However if I. Ahem sorry correction WHEN I beat you then I can toss you in line behind me and put myself at the top of the list to challenge for the gold, that leaves me in prime position to be champion very soon here, providing you aren't a coward. I can assume it is safe to call you a bitch though because you are wearing more makeup than any of them in attendance.

"Shut the fuck up" chants begin echoing though the arena

Dan Williams
Do you kiss your mothers with those mouths?

Fans start getting angry and start yelling things at ringside to Williams and he turns to one in particular who happens to be wearing an Angel shirt and glares a hole through him

Dan Williams
If you want me to shut the fuck up, how about you put the nachos down and get your fat ass up and get into the ring and make me. If you don't have the courage to do that like your precious little hero here then sit the fuck down and treat me with the respect I deserve

Dan turns back to Angel and shakes his hair before running his hand through it and smirks

Dan Williams
Ah now where was I?

Angel laughs. Hysterically.

"I do believe you were going on about how you were trying to call out various members of the audience when you and I know damn well that none of them can leave their seats because security prevents them from doing so. Now, I could just blast you with the microphone and leave you as cold as a stone, that wouldn't really serve a purpose, and neither would calling anyone out of the audience. And while maybe you think that maybe a beatdown on some random guy off the street would gave you any form of satisfaction, it appears to be much bigger than that."

He pauses, smiling, looking to his left and right.

"Maybe you do, or maybe you don't know. I left ECCW a couple months ago for personal reasons. The battles Casey and I had left us both bruised and battered, and being the smarter man, I decided to go get checked out by a doctor. The collective reasoning I've gotten from the doctors I've gone to was that I had a sprained meniscus tendon in my left knee, which would have explained why walking anywhere was a pain, and why my overall ability had been diminished. Before I even left, doctors advised that I did not return to the ring, in fear that it could become ruptured and I would have been out close to half a year."

He pauses, shifting his feet a bit here and there.

"But, none of that concerns you. What concerns me is why you're out here, and I'm assuming it's not to give me a pat on the back and say welcome back, you've made that pretty clear. Maybe, just maybe that's what I was hoping you would do., but considering that neither you and I have spoken to one another since the Invasion of 3XW, I'm assuming that unless you plan upon assembling another group of cronies to do your bidding, you've probably come out here to attack me or something, and the real question here is:..."

He stops, pulling the microphone away from his mouth and exhaling.

"It's why, Dan. Why do you come out here, and interrupt my welcome home. Let me guess, is it because Cyrus is better than you? And so you choose to target me as his greatest pupil. Is it because I'm a former world champion, because if so, you could just abide your time by attacking the real one."

He laughs, looking to his left and right.

"No, no no. Ladies and gentlemen, Dan is out here because Dan is a coward. Word must have gotten around that I was returning, so Dan must have thought of that as his window to try to re-establish his name within the business. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the man who could never truly beat Cyrus Black!"

Dan lowers the mic and and spins it around in his hand while Angel speaks

Dan Williams
Finished yet? First of all I am anything but a coward, and I would be attacking the champion if he had the gall to actually show up. You on the other hand come out here and establish that you have this high and mighty crush on the washed up dishrag Cyrus Black, just keep in mind that there is a reason that he is not the one out here. Because HE is the coward. He can't handle his name being on the marquee and people gunning for him night in and night out, and neither can you. You have this enormous sense of being pathetic out here. You leave and as soon as you come back you get the idea that everything should just be handed right back to you? NO that is not going to happen if I have to climb the ladder again then so do you.

Williams adjusts his tie and looks up to the sky for a brief second displaying how arrogant he really is

Dan Williams
At the end of the day the only thing that you deserve is for me to beat you from corner to corner of the ring and then say that you are welcome for getting that from the greatest of all time. Lets take a look at reality, you left because you got the shit kicked out of you already. So when I do so then you will leave again? Likely you would because you are a fool. You can't handle the pain of defeat. And it truly is a simple way to avoid that situation and that is don't suck. You don't have to be a complete failure like your precious little lover Cyrus.

Boos start reigning down on Williams who doesn't let the boos get to him

Dan Williams
At the end of the day I am the one that these people come to see. If either champion came out here I would simply lay into them the same way I am laying into you. I DESERVE to be world champion and the ownership knows it, the general managers know it, but they choose to not give it to me because I jumped ship in the past. They can get over themselves because sooner rather than later I will be obtaining the brass ring and I will rule the ECCW kingdom with an iron fist and there is nothing that you or anybody else can do to stop me. I am the best of all time and that is a fact

Dan steps closer to Angel and gets into his face

Dan Williams
So you can tell that to Cyrus when you go home to him tonight.

Angel Rodriguez is backstage, still in possession of Will Williams's TV title.

Adam Jones is in the gym, preparing to cash in his MITB briefcase whenever the opportunity presents itself.

OT- Jarrett and Ritchie I PMed you guys

Angel laughs, takes a step back, and blasts Dan in the head with the microphone, dropping Dan to the mat. Dan is now scrambling on the mat, reaching out for his microphone, but as he goes to do say, Angel locks Dan's left arm behind his back, lightly pressing his knee on the back of his head, once again pressing the microphone close to his mouth.

"I could Crucify the living Hell out of you right now, have you screaming in front of thousands of people. But what would that accomplish? Nothing? Exactly. Take that grimace off of your damn face, I haven't even began to apply pressure yet."

He pauses, directing his attention up the ramp.

"I don't care who the Hell is back there, but listen. Him. Me. Match. Don't care when, don't care how, don't care if I've got to conquer Hell to get it. A lot of things may have changed since I left, but I know there's still some damn matches that go on here in ECCW. And no one had better tell me any different."

As he's looking up the ramp, a wave of security comes storming out, forcing Angel to let go of Dan, and backing both men in to a corner. This prompts _____________________ to make his appearance.

OFF: Blackhawks suck, Dan.

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OT- Jarrett and Ritchie I PMed you guys

OT: So you know, Richie doesn't have any real creative control over Crush.