ECCW: Extreme Created Championship Wrestling 17.0

OT:Looks great! Now I can finally cut a promo...

Angel is in the ECCW locker room area, putting on the "finishing touches" before going out in front of the ECCW crowd and cutting his first promo with the company...

OT: Anyone can bump in to him if they want.

Angel appears on the ramp, a microphone in his left hand, appearing to be a little nervous. The former ECCW Tag-Team champion was receiving a well-deserved orientation from the audience, who appeared to enjoy Angel's return to action just as much as he did.

His long hair was draped acrossed his face, a bit wet in appearance, certain not from lack of care, but more or less a trail of sweat keeping a loose grip from his hair to his forehead. His long neck chain, brandishing a silver cross, was swaying back and forth with each step. He had a slight smile acrossed his face, eager to interact with the fans along side the ramp on the way to the ring.

On his way to the ring, while acknowledging a few of the fans, Angel tries interacting with a few ignorant group of the more hardcore ECCW fans, who were obviously ignoring him as to their recent memory had done nothing worthy of their recognition. Angel takes a mental note of this, making a distinct point in his mind to make it so the things won't be just a memory, but a ballad to be passed down from henceforth generations.

Angel finally makes it to the ring, in one piece he notes, a surprise to him considering the traditionally hostile environment that ECCW has to offer. Personally, Angel wouldn't have it any other way. He, along with a few other key pieces, could make bingo halls in to sell out stadiums in the indepedent circuit, but of course, these ECCW fans would have no knowledge of that.

Angel throws the microphone in to the ring, pulling his elbows perpendicular to his spine, keeping his arms outstreched at a 45 degree angle, jumps, and slides beneath of the bottom rope on his back, and grabs the microphone with his right hand, all in one keen, swift motion.

He looks towards the turnbuckle and considers mounting it and doing his signature pose, but he thought otherwise. These people may have liked him in the past, but certainly had no respect for him now, and for doing a promo, he considered now wouldn't be the greatest time to do such a thing.

He walks around the ring, taking a few paces, streching his legs about a bit, waiting for the crowd to simmer. He smiles again, something on his face in this company may have not been seen before, save the time he captured the tag team titles with Casey Anomaly, but that was far out of peoples recent memory.

Angel

"Finally, Angel has come back, to ECCW. Now, before I go ahead and start demanding matches from the wonderful staff backstage, I've got a few things to get off of my chest. A few things I want to set straight, if you will..."

He pauses.

Angel

"Now, I'm sure if you think back to late 2010, you'll remember my reign as tag-team champion with Casey Anomaly as part of the Invasion. My last on-screen appearance was the last time Casey and I defended those titles... Against whom I'll never remember, because odds are, they're out of this company by now... No offense to them if they're still in ECCW, but for the love of me, I honestly can not remember."

A few brisk hand motions, some distraught thinking, and Angel returns to speaking.

Angel

"What you probably don't know is about the injury that caught me unawares at a house show in Rhode Island. A simple mistake. Some... jobber, whos name is less memerable than those I defended those tag titles against, caught me at quite possibly the worst time anyone ever could. Obviously a guy with talent, a guy who had things going for him, and for a journeyman on the Island, that's saying a lot for someone I should have easily squashed... No, no, there was something more to that. I was on the rise in ECCW, defending those tag titles here and there, displaying shades of my mentor and more on occassion... But that night... Well..."

He stops, his head hung, the crowd hanging on to the words escaping his lips.

Angel

"That night, I was speared in an awkward position. A position so awkward that it punctured my long, and damn near ended my life. I was life-flighted to the nearest hospital, the rest of that night is so... Immemorable, yet, unforgettable... So much pain, so much agony. I remember waking up in the hospital the next day and the doctor looking me in the eye and telling me I may never be able to wrestle another match in my career again. Emergency surgery was performed the night of the incident, ensuring that I would live. Spirometers showed my lung capacity had been cut in half, efficently destroying my stamina from that of a tri-athlete to a couch potato. I thought for sure that my career was over, the doctors said it, the surgeon said it, and oddly enough, I started to damn near believe it."

He pauses, recollecting his emotions and ready to deliver a few more lines.

Angel

"I was notified a few days later that my contract with this company had been terminated. However, I would still be receiving workers compensation and social security checks, which was fine by me, but what transpired in the following days was nothing short of a miracle. I prayed. I prayed that I could return to the ring, to ECCW, or anywhere that would need a savior. Someone spoke to me in my dreams, telling me that one day I would be able to return to the ring, through extreme perseverance, extreme attitude, and extreme training. I woke up the next morning and it wasn't long before I was on a plane back to the shaolin temple I was trained at. Shaolin, as some of you may know, focuses extremely on the toughness of the body, and not more than a week later, I was again putting myself through more torture and contortion than my body had ever known to it before. No man, no woman, no wrestling match had ever come so close as to put me in this much pain. I coughed blood. There were nights I fell asleep crying. Only through these voices was I able to perservere."

He pauses, taking a deep breath.

Angel

"Breathing hurt for a while, but after a few months of training, I was returned back to my original state... Before the incident. Spirometers, heart monitors, everything showed that I was medically cleared to compete again. I returned to the USA, and rather than coming straight back to ECCW, I made sure I was able to compete at the level I did before I was hurt. I went through various independent promotions, before being scouted by ECCW again. It wasn't long before I was offered a contract to return, and was transfered to Terror."

His smile returns, taking a deep breath, and speaking again.

Angel

"Now, to avoid taking up anymore time, rather than demanding a match from... Well, anyone in the locker room, I'm requesting a match from Terror's General Manager for next Monday. To show that I can compete at the level I did before I left. The level that won straps. Heavyweight title straps. And personally, I don't care who it is, because I've enough confidence in myself to know that I can overcome anything."

He drops the microphone, makes a cross with his arms, and his music hits again, preparing his exit from the ring and the arena, interacting with fans the whole way.

Jim Ross is seen entering the ECCW Arena as he is seen by cameras in a suit, JR then walks into the arena and is asked questions by the camera men, but briefly answers them. He then approaches "The Natural" Mack Robinson's locker room door as he knocks on it as The Doom World Champion Mack Robinson gets up and opens the door. Mack grins as the two shake hands and JR walks in as Mack shuts the door in the camera man's faces. Mack sits down on the couch and puts his feet up as Jim Ross sits in the chair.


Jim Ross:
"Hello, Mr. Robinson."

"The Natural" Mack Robinson:
"Hey Jim. Glad you could be here. And you can call me 'Mack', if you want, sir."

Jim Ross:
"Thank you, Mack. I'm glad to be here."

"The Natural" Mack Robinson:
"I'm glad you're here talking to me too. So, why did you drop by?"

Jim Ross:
"I see a lot of potential in yourself, Mack. And you are the 3 finalists of Doom Season 4 and the Season Finale is just 72 hours away, and you're entering it as Doom World Champion. That's pretty impressive."

"The Natural" Mack Robinson:
"Well thank you. As we all know.. My ability... Is just Natural."
-smirks-

Jim Ross:
"Yes. You got a personal trainer, correct? Did I hear right?"

"The Natural" Mack Robinson:
"Yes, that is correct. And he's great."

Jim Ross:
"Who is it?"

"The Natural" Mack Robinson:
"He's my old gym coach in High School. As he did also coach the wrestling team I was on. His name is Dave Fitzgerald. Well, I call him 'Dave' or 'Coach'. His real name's David. He's really good, he's taught me alot of what I have been taught. The rest comes naturally."

Jim Ross:
"See, that's a reason I came here. First off, about the trainer, make sure he trains you hard and when you think you're done for the day, push a little bit harder. You're probably going to win this thing. And if you do, good luck. You won't be Terror or Crush World Champion just relying on your 'Natural' ability. You got to train. And I know you've been training, which is good. But you got to train harder. I've seen men have alot of talent and potential in the WWE, when they just slack off and don't get anything done, and over 90% of them got cut. I've also seen people with alot of talent get cut because they weren't doing the right stuff. I want you to end up in the ECCW Hall of Fame Class one day. I want to see you hold championships, world championships. But you're going to have to work for it, son."

"The Natural" Mack Robinson:
-nods his head-
"I see, Jim. I know. I know what it takes to be in this company. I watched it at home, taped the shows if I was working at an Indy event that night. I've held this belt twice, and when I lost it, I gained it right back that night, which was last week. I was the first Doom Champion of this Season and I've held it twice. It is mine. And the only way its getting away from me is if I win Doom Season 4 and get that contract to the main brand of my choice and get the World Championship shot I truly deserve whenever I choose to cash it in. That's why my ability is Natural. I work my ass off each and every day to make it in the wrestling business. Barely, barely, people gave me credit through all these years. Coach believed in me from the beginning. I believed in myself from the start. And I'm glad you believe in me. I don't have potential. I believe I don't have potential. I have the Natural ability, the work ethic, the fantastic moves that wows the crowd. I got the power. I got my destiny, my dynasty, in my hands. And I'm going to take it and win Season 4 this Friday and make myself into a ECCW Champion! Bank on it, Jimmy."

Jim Ross:
-grins-
"Keep that attitude, Mack. Keep that work ethic. Keep it all. Take it, and win with it. If you win Season Fou...."

"The Natural" Mack Robinson:
-interrupts Jim Ross-
"WHEN I win Doom Season 4 this Friday!"

Jim Ross:
-grins at Mack's confidence level-
"Yes.. You will be just fine. Wish you the best of luck."
-stands up and offers Mack a handshake-

"The Natural" Mack Robinson:
-stands up and shakes Jim's hand-
"Thanks for the luck, but I don't need it. Because my ability..... Is just.... Natural!"


Jim Ross and Mack Robinson smirks as they make their way to the door and Mack opens the door as Jim Ross walks out. Jim tips his hat at Mack and walks down the hall and leaves the ECCW Arena, as Mack shuts the door and gets on the phone and starts ordering Papa John's Pizza

Angel extends his hand as well, firmly shaking his hand.

Angel

"Pleased to meet you. I don't think we've met my first time hear... Your name is...?"

OFF: Really expected someone to respond to that promo... lol.

^1,267 words.

**As Angel is about to go between the ropes of the ring to head up the stage and the lights all turn dark. Angel steps back in the ring confused as he stares at the now glowing titan tron. It is going from a dark black color to a golden looking blurry blob appears on the screen. It begins to sharpen up every time it flashes on the screen. After a minute or so the image is clear as day, its some sort of golden mask with a cross over one eye and a permanently embedded smirk on the mouth. The image flashes perfectly for 6 times then stays on the screen. It slowly fades away with no noise. The whole arena is filled with darkness. Then a spotlight shines down on a stage and a man is standing there. The man is wearing the same mask that was flashing on the titan tron along with a hat turned backwards, a zipped up dark gray sweatshirt and dark jeans with the right knee torn up. The fans star at him confused until they notice he is holding something... a briefcase. They look shocked as the man takes off his mask and reveals himself to be The Nightmare Among Men: Casey Anomaly. Casey is smirking and raises his briefcase high above his head. As he lowers it back down the lights all go on and Angel still looks confused as all hell. Casey then pulls a microphone out of his pocket and begins to speak.**

"Angel let me be one of the very first people to welcome you back here to the land as ECCW but let me also be the first to tell you things have changed around here since you were apart of this company. To begin with our mentor no longer serves as a wrestler in this company and the last time I saw him elsewhere was over a month ago. Then the other former powers other big powers in ECCW are gone as well such as Dan Maskel. And believe it or not the Invasion bitch, Neville Ryan is a multi-time world champion. But that's not all that's changed. We've had to go through one brand name change, about three or four other General Managers and a draft."

**Casey clears his throat as he paces the stage**

"One more key thing has changed as well here in ECCW. One thing that has sure as hell improved the company in some ways as well as break a few people along the way but, as the saying goes, you can not make an omelet with out breaking a few eggs. This important change hes developed some one, some one whom used to be nothing then a mere little boy lost in a big company, riding the coattails of a big and bag faction. Now this little boy had some accomplishments and tastes of gold and victory but now something has changed inside of him"

**Casey stops pacing on the ramp and stares up at Angel then grins as he slowly walks down the ramp towards him**

"Now, inside of him something snapped. By snapped I mean this boy was no longer a boy, but rather a man now. He had learned in an instant to fight for himself, to not rely on others such as tag team partners but to instead take every thing he can by force and let not one soul get stop him from what he wants to do. This man is also now called many names such as Crazy. Sadistic. Mentally Unstable. Unpredictable. Erratic. Above all though he is an Anomaly."

**now standing in the ring grinning at Angel**

Angel, good friend of mine. Im not the same Casey Anomaly you once knew. I'm not the same Casey Anomaly that was your tag team partner. Im not the same Casey Anomaly period. I am a new, enhanced Casey Anomaly. A Casey Anomaly who doesn't take the back seat any more to any one in a stable. A Casey Anomaly who will be a guaranteed future world champion one day do to this here Money in the Bank briefcase.

**He motions to his case then smirks at Angel and place his case down **

"And you Angel only have started on your journey of improving on the... dare I say, long and winding road, but welcome back man"

**grins and extends his hand**

(New Look)

"Time To Prove It" | John Marino

[We see John Marino wearing an ECCW ball cap and an unbuttoned white dress shirt sitting in the DOOM locker room, mentally preparing for DOOM. His eyes stare at a promotional poster for the next season of DOOM for a few moments before flickering back to the camera. He opens his mouth to speak, and words directly from the heart seem to flow from him.]

"It boils down to one damn Friday Night. One Friday Night where management chooses who the final winner of DOOM will be. Now, lets get things straight, I like Mack, and he even offered me a chance to join a stable of his if he manages to win this thing. But neither he or Dominic are going to get in my way of being this Season's DOOM winner. I've seen how well Ali Fernando has done since winning DOOM, all the coddling he's gotten from management to keep him happy, and you can bet your ass that I'll do much better than him on a real brand even if I don't get the special treatment he got. However, Ali is not a man to focus on right now, in fact at the moment, I don't give a flying fucck about anything that happens after Friday. In two days, I'll find out just who management thinks is going to sell toys. In two days, I'll find out who's the most marketable. But no matter the result, even if I get beat by Mack or Dominic, you'll see me Main Eventing Slam-Mania one day in the very near future. And how do I know this? Because I'm willing to work harder and be better than any damn wrestler in the locker room, and I damn sure will be! And just remember, this ain't no gimmick, its a freaking forecast and unlike your local Weather Man, this shiit is 10,000% guaranteed."

[The picture fades out as John Marino stares at the DOOM poster once again, obviously believing he will win DOOM.]