Extreme Created Warfare Wrestling

Insanity is coming

TJ wrote:

Haz wrote:

TJ wrote:

Haz wrote:

Harry Jones is seen in a five-star restaurant, having a squabble with one of the waiters.

Waiter: “For the millionth time, sir... you’ll have to wait in line.”



Harry Jones: “But, that’s ludicrous! Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?! Well, DO YOU?!”

Waiter: "I have no ide - "


Harry Jones: "Hah, OF COURSE YOU DO! EVERYBODY KNOWS WHO I AM! I can see the INTIMIDATION in your eyes ... I can hear the ANXIETY in your voice. You know DAMNED WELL that you’re in the presence of a wrestling God!”



Waiter: “... That’s it. I’m calling the cops.”

Suddenly, _____ taps Jones on the shoulder. TBC by anybody.

"Damn right! Let's get him!"

Will and DT split a taxi to the restaurant where Harry is. Will taps Harry on the shoulder.

"Fancy meeting you here, Harry."

Harry Jones: “Williams?! Weymes?! Oooooh no, the Jonas Brothers are about to ambush me!”



Jones chuckles.

Harry Jones: “Your cowardice and lack of morality has exceeded my expectations, boys. Kudos. Although, I can’t say I blame you for finally tearing off the veil of obscurity and realizing that you don’t stand a chance against me by yourselves. Unfortunately, ganging up on me will not increase your success rate. I’m simply ... out of your league.”



Jones hoists the Golden Contract briefcase above his head.



Harry Jones: “You’ll never have this, and the sooner you accept that, the better.”

Confused, Will looks at DT

"Who the hell are the Jonas Brothers?"

DT shrugs as Will scratches his head

"At any rate, we feel that you're not fit to hold the Golden Contract. The holder of it shouldn't be a total prick, which you are, Harry. So I have an idea, at the next PPV you defend it against me and DT. Triple threat, mutha fucka!"

"Provided he doesn't die of Ebola before the bell rings, in which case we should probably throw the briefcase in the air and whoever manages to catch the case, wins."

DT looks around the restaurant and takes a steak from someones plate and starts eating it. He looks at Harry and then to the empty chair across from him.

"You bring your briefcase to dinner? That's sad. What happened to that kangaroo you were canoodling with?"

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

Haz wrote:

TJ wrote:

Haz wrote:

Harry Jones is seen in a five-star restaurant, having a squabble with one of the waiters.

Waiter: “For the millionth time, sir... you’ll have to wait in line.”



Harry Jones: “But, that’s ludicrous! Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?! Well, DO YOU?!”

Waiter: "I have no ide - "


Harry Jones: "Hah, OF COURSE YOU DO! EVERYBODY KNOWS WHO I AM! I can see the INTIMIDATION in your eyes ... I can hear the ANXIETY in your voice. You know DAMNED WELL that you’re in the presence of a wrestling God!”



Waiter: “... That’s it. I’m calling the cops.”

Suddenly, _____ taps Jones on the shoulder. TBC by anybody.

"Damn right! Let's get him!"

Will and DT split a taxi to the restaurant where Harry is. Will taps Harry on the shoulder.

"Fancy meeting you here, Harry."

Harry Jones: “Williams?! Weymes?! Oooooh no, the Jonas Brothers are about to ambush me!”



Jones chuckles.

Harry Jones: “Your cowardice and lack of morality has exceeded my expectations, boys. Kudos. Although, I can’t say I blame you for finally tearing off the veil of obscurity and realizing that you don’t stand a chance against me by yourselves. Unfortunately, ganging up on me will not increase your success rate. I’m simply ... out of your league.”



Jones hoists the Golden Contract briefcase above his head.



Harry Jones: “You’ll never have this, and the sooner you accept that, the better.”

Confused, Will looks at DT

"Who the hell are the Jonas Brothers?"

DT shrugs as Will scratches his head

"At any rate, we feel that you're not fit to hold the Golden Contract. The holder of it shouldn't be a total prick, which you are, Harry. So I have an idea, at the next PPV you defend it against me and DT. Triple threat, mutha fucka!"

"Provided he doesn't die of Ebola before the bell rings, in which case we should probably throw the briefcase in the air and whoever manages to catch the case, wins."

DT looks around the restaurant and takes a steak from someones plate and starts eating it. He looks at Harry and then to the empty chair across from him.

"You bring your briefcase to dinner? That's sad. What happened to that kangaroo you were canoodling with?"

Harry Jones: “Are you self-entitled curtain jerkers being serious right now? You expect me to waste my talent on you again, as if one mauling wasn’t enough? That’s ... hysterical.”

Jones takes a moment to collect his thoughts.



Harry Jones: “Ever since returning to the wrestling industry following a year-long hiatus, I’ve witnessed masses of people commending you ingrates to the highest degree. Everybody treats the ‘beloved’ DT Weymes and the ‘hilarious’ Will Williams with so much respect and adulation ... and it makes me sick! Neither of you hold a candle to my name! I am UNTOUCHABLE, and it’s about time the two of you started showing me the respect I deserve! If you want your rematch, you’ll bend over backwards right now and kiss my feet!”

Jones kicks off his sneakers, smirking from ear-to-ear.

Neville's backstage with his World title hanging off his shoulder.

"Dammit, I knew Casey and I could beat Tim but TBA is just too strong!"

Haz wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

Haz wrote:

TJ wrote:

Haz wrote:

Harry Jones is seen in a five-star restaurant, having a squabble with one of the waiters.

Waiter: “For the millionth time, sir... you’ll have to wait in line.”



Harry Jones: “But, that’s ludicrous! Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?! Well, DO YOU?!”

Waiter: "I have no ide - "


Harry Jones: "Hah, OF COURSE YOU DO! EVERYBODY KNOWS WHO I AM! I can see the INTIMIDATION in your eyes ... I can hear the ANXIETY in your voice. You know DAMNED WELL that you’re in the presence of a wrestling God!”



Waiter: “... That’s it. I’m calling the cops.”

Suddenly, _____ taps Jones on the shoulder. TBC by anybody.

"Damn right! Let's get him!"

Will and DT split a taxi to the restaurant where Harry is. Will taps Harry on the shoulder.

"Fancy meeting you here, Harry."

Harry Jones: “Williams?! Weymes?! Oooooh no, the Jonas Brothers are about to ambush me!”



Jones chuckles.

Harry Jones: “Your cowardice and lack of morality has exceeded my expectations, boys. Kudos. Although, I can’t say I blame you for finally tearing off the veil of obscurity and realizing that you don’t stand a chance against me by yourselves. Unfortunately, ganging up on me will not increase your success rate. I’m simply ... out of your league.”



Jones hoists the Golden Contract briefcase above his head.



Harry Jones: “You’ll never have this, and the sooner you accept that, the better.”

Confused, Will looks at DT

"Who the hell are the Jonas Brothers?"

DT shrugs as Will scratches his head

"At any rate, we feel that you're not fit to hold the Golden Contract. The holder of it shouldn't be a total prick, which you are, Harry. So I have an idea, at the next PPV you defend it against me and DT. Triple threat, mutha fucka!"

"Provided he doesn't die of Ebola before the bell rings, in which case we should probably throw the briefcase in the air and whoever manages to catch the case, wins."

DT looks around the restaurant and takes a steak from someones plate and starts eating it. He looks at Harry and then to the empty chair across from him.

"You bring your briefcase to dinner? That's sad. What happened to that kangaroo you were canoodling with?"

Harry Jones: “Are you self-entitled curtain jerkers being serious right now? You expect me to waste my talent on you again, as if one mauling wasn’t enough? That’s ... hysterical.”

Jones takes a moment to collect his thoughts.



Harry Jones: “Ever since returning to the wrestling industry following a year-long hiatus, I’ve witnessed masses of people commending you ingrates to the highest degree. Everybody treats the ‘beloved’ DT Weymes and the ‘hilarious’ Will Williams with so much respect and adulation ... and it makes me sick! Neither of you hold a candle to my name! I am UNTOUCHABLE, and it’s about time the two of you started showing me the respect I deserve! If you want your rematch, you’ll bend over backwards right now and kiss my feet!”

Jones kicks off his sneakers, smirking from ear-to-ear.

"Beloved DT Weymes? Aw shucks. You're a charmer, Harry. But I've spent the last few months having shit thrown at me by the fans all because I might have said one or two disparaging things about Casey Anomaly. But I'll overlook this lapse in observation on your behalf and attribute it to some sort of side effect of kangaroo cancer."

DT finishes the steak. He looks at Will with a confused expression.

"Bend over backwards? I mean I could try but I doubt I have that kind've flexibility. Interesting that you bring up the respect card though, because I've always had respect for you. Maybe not during those karaoke days with Maskell and that other dipshit. I mean, you could've at least sung a bitta George Michael to get the party going, but I digress. Fact is, I've always had respect for you. You were the guy back in 3XW that all us newbies wanted to be. You were stepping on the toes of those originals and spitting in their faces and that inspired us to do something different. I respected you in IWA when you came in, attempting to end Neville's career and in turn you put on one outstanding match. And everywhere in between, I've always had that consistent respect. Even now, despite the fact that you're a total ass clown who violates innocent creatures for self-pleasure."

A waitor tries to interrupt because this is in the middle of a restaurant and they've already drawn attention to themselves. DT holds up a hand but the waitor tells them they need to leave, so DT superkicks him.

"Anyway. Despite all of this, I've never had an ounce of respect sent my way from you. Not an ounce. That's cool. You're pretty self-absorbed, I get it. But it's funny because everywhere we've been in this business, I've eclipsed you. And that's hard for you to admit, isn't it? But it's true. 3XW, sure you went toe to toe with Cyrus in a showdown of epic proportions, had a little run in with Riot Act here and there. But what did you accomplish? Nothing, right? And yet, this little ol' rookie walked in and immediately kicked the great Harry Jones down the ladder, before heading onto becoming World Champion. IWA, you fell flat on your face, crying yourself to sleep everynight because you couldn't beat Neville, while I soared to the top once again. Oh you're one of the best of all time, that's undeniable, Harry. But these last few years, wherever I've been, you've been a total flop, while I've been the talking point of the company. And I'm sure you've got some BS excuse in your back pocket for all your failures. It's the worlds fault, right? I've lost every single match I've had in this company so far. Every single match. That's fucking ridiculous, right? And you know whose fault that is? Mine. Nobody elses. It's mine. And I can accept that, use it as fuel to get back to that level, like I've consistently done since I debued. Because I don't give up and walk away with my tail tucked between my legs. So you continue to sit there with that smug look on your face, clutch your briefcase as tight as you can and continue telling yourself that you're still at the top of this food pile. But at the end of the day, Harry, when all's said and done on the chapter of your career marked ECWW".

DT grins before finishing.

"I am going to eclipse you .. again"

DT sits down in the chair across from him, putting his feet up onto the table and staring around at the large crowd of people staring at them. He looks at Will and then to Harry.

"So what are the chicken nuggets like here?"

Deanpool wrote:

Haz wrote:

Deanpool wrote:

TJ wrote:

Haz wrote:

TJ wrote:

Haz wrote:

Harry Jones is seen in a five-star restaurant, having a squabble with one of the waiters.

Waiter: “For the millionth time, sir... you’ll have to wait in line.”



Harry Jones: “But, that’s ludicrous! Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?! Well, DO YOU?!”

Waiter: "I have no ide - "


Harry Jones: "Hah, OF COURSE YOU DO! EVERYBODY KNOWS WHO I AM! I can see the INTIMIDATION in your eyes ... I can hear the ANXIETY in your voice. You know DAMNED WELL that you’re in the presence of a wrestling God!”



Waiter: “... That’s it. I’m calling the cops.”

Suddenly, _____ taps Jones on the shoulder. TBC by anybody.

"Damn right! Let's get him!"

Will and DT split a taxi to the restaurant where Harry is. Will taps Harry on the shoulder.

"Fancy meeting you here, Harry."

Harry Jones: “Williams?! Weymes?! Oooooh no, the Jonas Brothers are about to ambush me!”



Jones chuckles.

Harry Jones: “Your cowardice and lack of morality has exceeded my expectations, boys. Kudos. Although, I can’t say I blame you for finally tearing off the veil of obscurity and realizing that you don’t stand a chance against me by yourselves. Unfortunately, ganging up on me will not increase your success rate. I’m simply ... out of your league.”



Jones hoists the Golden Contract briefcase above his head.



Harry Jones: “You’ll never have this, and the sooner you accept that, the better.”

Confused, Will looks at DT

"Who the hell are the Jonas Brothers?"

DT shrugs as Will scratches his head

"At any rate, we feel that you're not fit to hold the Golden Contract. The holder of it shouldn't be a total prick, which you are, Harry. So I have an idea, at the next PPV you defend it against me and DT. Triple threat, mutha fucka!"

"Provided he doesn't die of Ebola before the bell rings, in which case we should probably throw the briefcase in the air and whoever manages to catch the case, wins."

DT looks around the restaurant and takes a steak from someones plate and starts eating it. He looks at Harry and then to the empty chair across from him.

"You bring your briefcase to dinner? That's sad. What happened to that kangaroo you were canoodling with?"

Harry Jones: “Are you self-entitled curtain jerkers being serious right now? You expect me to waste my talent on you again, as if one mauling wasn’t enough? That’s ... hysterical.”

Jones takes a moment to collect his thoughts.



Harry Jones: “Ever since returning to the wrestling industry following a year-long hiatus, I’ve witnessed masses of people commending you ingrates to the highest degree. Everybody treats the ‘beloved’ DT Weymes and the ‘hilarious’ Will Williams with so much respect and adulation ... and it makes me sick! Neither of you hold a candle to my name! I am UNTOUCHABLE, and it’s about time the two of you started showing me the respect I deserve! If you want your rematch, you’ll bend over backwards right now and kiss my feet!”

Jones kicks off his sneakers, smirking from ear-to-ear.

"Beloved DT Weymes? Aw shucks. You're a charmer, Harry. But I've spent the last few months having shit thrown at me by the fans all because I might have said one or two disparaging things about Casey Anomaly. But I'll overlook this lapse in observation on your behalf and attribute it to some sort of side effect of kangaroo cancer."

DT finishes the steak. He looks at Will with a confused expression.

"Bend over backwards? I mean I could try but I doubt I have that kind've flexibility. Interesting that you bring up the respect card though, because I've always had respect for you. Maybe not during those karaoke days with Maskell and that other dipshit. I mean, you could've at least sung a bitta George Michael to get the party going, but I digress. Fact is, I've always had respect for you. You were the guy back in 3XW that all us newbies wanted to be. You were stepping on the toes of those originals and spitting in their faces and that inspired us to do something different. I respected you in IWA when you came in, attempting to end Neville's career and in turn you put on one outstanding match. And everywhere in between, I've always had that consistent respect. Even now, despite the fact that you're a total ass clown who violates innocent creatures for self-pleasure."

A waitor tries to interrupt because this is in the middle of a restaurant and they've already drawn attention to themselves. DT holds up a hand but the waitor tells them they need to leave, so DT superkicks him.

"Anyway. Despite all of this, I've never had an ounce of respect sent my way from you. Not an ounce. That's cool. You're pretty self-absorbed, I get it. But it's funny because everywhere we've been in this business, I've eclipsed you. And that's hard for you to admit, isn't it? But it's true. 3XW, sure you went toe to toe with Cyrus in a showdown of epic proportions, had a little run in with Riot Act here and there. But what did you accomplish? Nothing, right? And yet, this little ol' rookie walked in and immediately kicked the great Harry Jones down the ladder, before heading onto becoming World Champion. IWA, you fell flat on your face, crying yourself to sleep everynight because you couldn't beat Neville, while I soared to the top once again. Oh you're one of the best of all time, that's undeniable, Harry. But these last few years, wherever I've been, you've been a total flop, while I've been the talking point of the company. And I'm sure you've got some BS excuse in your back pocket for all your failures. It's the worlds fault, right? I've lost every single match I've had in this company so far. Every single match.  That's fucking ridiculous, right? And you know whose fault that is? Mine. Nobody elses. It's mine. And I can accept that, use it as fuel to get back to that level, like I've consistently done since I debued. Because I don't give up and walk away with my tail tucked between my legs. So you continue to sit there with that smug look on your face, clutch your briefcase as tight as you can and continue telling yourself that you're still at the top of this food pile. But at the end of the day, Harry, when all's said and done on the chapter of your career marked ECWW".

DT grins before finishing.

"I am going to eclipse you .. again"

DT sits down in the chair across from him, putting his feet up onto the table and staring around at the large crowd of people staring at them. He looks at Will and then to Harry.

"So what are the chicken nuggets like here?"

Harry Jones: “Although I appreciate you paying such close attention to my work over the years, I’ve always seen things from a different perspective. Every company you’ve ever succeeded in has FLOPPED due to your ineptitude as a big-time player. The day you won the 3XW World Championship was the same day I packed my bags and left the wrestling industry entirely, because I was CONVINCED that the golden days were over. Was I wrong? Unfortunately, I wasn’t. You were utterly terrible as champion and I’m sure the ratings reinforced that notion. Also, it seems your head-trauma has given you the inability to remember that I’ve defeated you five times in the last four months. Twice in tag-team action, once in singles competition, once in a Prison Gate match and once in IWA. The only person you’re eclipsing is Cyrus Black in the role of being my bitch. And as for your ‘fans’ using a petty squabble with Casey Anomaly to justify them turning their backs on you? That’s pitiful, DT. You’re too dimwitted and short-sighted to see that you’re nothing more than a pawn and a puppet to those people. The pro wrestling fans are like an abusive spouse or partner who will snap and explode at any given moment, and that will be the end of it. Their cheers are forced, their support is false and the money they throw at us is merely a slap in the face. As I once told Neville Ryan: the animals paying to see two men hurt, injure or even KILL one another are PATHETIC; but not quite as pathetic as the men who gladly oblige them.”

As he speaks that final sentence, Jones makes sure to put as much emphasis on it as possible. He looks up, running a hand through his hair in order to stair right into DT’s eyes.



Harry Jones: “Would you like to know why I’ve never respected you, DT? It has nothing to do with the fact that I’m victorious whenever we step into the ring together, and it has NOTHING to do with the nonsensical propaganda you shamelessly spit. I’ve got no respect for you ... because you’ve got no respect for yourself. People often regard you as being hilarious, witty and overly confident, but I can see right through that facade. You’re an insecure, talentless attention-whore who had luck on your side one time in the past, and you now believe you’re entitled to the respect of the greatest professional wrestler in the world! How many more times do I have to HUMILIATE you, before you realize that you’re not as good as you think you are? I would offer you a match for the next edition of Insanity, but it’s starting to get embarrassing, man.”



Jones smirks, before changing the direction of his gaze.

Harry Jones: “Oh, and Will ... I want beef. However, it seems you’re no longer capable of bringing the ruckus. What a shame."

Nᴜᴡᴀᴅɴᴀ wrote:

PERSONAL LIFE ISSUES TO BE FINISHED I SWEAR

Your biggest personal life issue is your taste in music.

^ rt.

Nᴜᴡᴀᴅɴᴀ wrote:

MATCH WRITERS
WE NEED YOU

- GRANGER -
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Join the list?

Yup.

Neville Ryan, clad in his brand spanking new (K)nightmare shirt is backstage holding his world title over his shoulder. He and Casey are barricading their locker room because all the women trying to get in is getting close to a zombie horde type situation. Casey even has a machete to help him fend off all the pussy.

TJ wrote:

Will reads the announcement

"The fate of ECWW? Maybe it means that there's going to be a new head booker who will actually let me win a match for once."

Will sees a crumpled piece of paper on the ground. He kneels down, picks it up, and unwraps it.

You're the winner of my heart

less than three
- S

when were you when eccw was kil l ??

i was at home drinking brain fluid when will wolims rang

"eccw is kill"

"no"

Trenton York is seen passing around flyers that read "Will Job For Money: I fucked your Mom. P.S. Sorry Surge."

The ECWW.com logo emerges for a few moments, before softly fading away. The viewers are then presented with a close-up shot of the Golden Contract briefcase being hoisted above the shoulders of Harry Jones - the self-proclaimed "greatest athlete of all-time". Harry licks his lips and begins to speak to the 15,000 fans in attendance.

"I'm cashing in, right now! Get Neville Ryan out here! I refuse to wait any longer!"

OT: Sorry about the ghetto, 2008 EFNW-style of matchmaking haha.