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President Mac stands in the middle of the ring in the empty MTS Centre in Winnipeg Manitoba where every combat title begins it's new reign!
Mac has the belt raised high above the ring and then walks out as the scene fades to black
Post by Johnny Raike on Jan 28, 2015 13:06:09 GMT -6
Johnny Raike, fresh from signing his contract and dressed in an Ed Hardy shirt of a dragon eating a heart, saunters down to the ring, drinking from a flask. The American Wet Dream holds out his hand to the Airborne Ranger, who looks at him skeptically. Johnny shrugs, mists whiskey into Dereks eyes, and slams the flask hard into his temple, then makes the cover. Paul Turner rushes to the ring, and makes the count, only getting two.
With an angry look Johnny picks up the flask and blasts Derek across the back of the head, covers again, and gets the three. The Beautiful Nightmare grabs up the belt and runs for the parking loit, hoping to make it to his car.
TBC
Last Edit: Jan 28, 2015 13:18:51 GMT -6 by Johnny Raike: forgot tbc, mispelled derek
Post by Derek Wellings on Jan 28, 2015 14:48:44 GMT -6
Unfortunately for the American Wet Dream, The Airborne Ranger at 46 can still run a four minute mile. Just as the champ is about to escape, Derek tears him out of the cat. Headbutts him, lifts him up into and connects an F5 on the cement. Moving quickly Derek goes for the cover and gets the title back. With it in hand, Derek bolts off to hide in the nearest women's bathroom.
27/25/1 Last: Loss (Xplode *Main Event* Career VS Career) See you next time, Space Cowboy
1x w/ Xplode 1x EWC Hardcore Champion 1x EWC 24/7 Championship (Feb'16) 1x FSW Champion Rumble in the Bronx 3rd Place 2016
Fresh from "meeting" with some female fans, Nirvana notices a shuffling in the bathroom. As Derek passes by a stall, Nirvana quickly opens the door, slamming it into The Airborne Ranger's Face. He quickly pins for the belt and makes a break for the concession stand.
Post by Johnny Raike on Jan 28, 2015 20:54:03 GMT -6
This proves a less than stellar idea, as Nirvana encounters a banged up Johnny, fetching ice for his face. Raike dodges a shot from the belt, delivers a superkick, and face busters Nirvana through the popcorn maker. He throws the broken machine onto the larger wrestler, covers, and flees out the front door, attempting to hail a cab to the airport.
TBC
Last Edit: Jan 28, 2015 21:02:14 GMT -6 by Johnny Raike
Nirvana slowly pulls himself up from the hard floor, shrugging off pieces of glass and popcorn as he does.
"I think he tore my mask. I THINK HE TORE MY MASK!"
Nirvana reaches up to feel the forehead portion of his mask and, sure enough, it's ripped. In a fit of rage he rushes behind Raike. Kicking doors open until he finds the fellow wrestler outside, Nirvana is quick to bumrush him. This proves ineffective as a taxi drives up and Johnny sidesteps. Johnny very nearly enters until Nirvana grabs the back of his shirt and bodyslams him on the hood of the taxi. After a quick three count Nirvana begins to rush down the sidewalk in an attempt to keep the damn belt.
Post by Johnny Raike on Jan 29, 2015 1:52:44 GMT -6
Johnny clutches at his back as he rolls into the cab, tosses a couple of bills at the driver and screams, " Cut him off!" The cabbie begins to protest, until Johnny throws another few bills at him; he executes a highly illegal k-turn, and guns it down the road to cut off the masked Nirvana. The Beautiful Nightmare uses the car momentum and throws open the door, catching the belt holder square on the jaw, spinning him in a complete circle.
Johnny takes advantage of the situation to hit Full Frontal, his iconic small package driver, holding on for the three. Johnny grabs the belt and throws himself into the back of the cab, yelling "Airport, go, now!"
Post by Derek Wellings on Jan 29, 2015 10:28:57 GMT -6
As the cab gets ready to head to the Airport, a Monster Truck drives over the cab. Fearing for their lives as the behemoth, the cabbie and cyrith jump out and watch as Derek Wellings hauls ass and ruins the cab. Seeing the 24/7 Champion, Derek gets on top of his monster truck and jumps off nailing a cross body on Cyrith and he hooks a leg. The referee Derek's brought with him counts the three count.
Hailing a limo, Derek hopes in and shouts "The pier!" and heads off to the local shipyard & pier.
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1x w/ Xplode 1x EWC Hardcore Champion 1x EWC 24/7 Championship (Feb'16) 1x FSW Champion Rumble in the Bronx 3rd Place 2016
As the Airborne Ranger makes his way to the pier, Nirvana lays on the ground contemplating life and possibly getting a new mask. Remembering that his mask is torn, the anger in his soul rises. He too rises to his feet, dusting off snow, blood and any number of things that would be on the ground. Quickly checking to see if the cabbie is still alive, Nirvana tosses the poor injured fellow out of his cab and attempts to start the car.
It doesn't work. Nirvana roars into the sky and then realizes Wellings left his monster truck, complete with keys, at the scene of the crime. It doesn't take long for him to hop in the massive truck and follow Derek. He gets about halfway to the pier before a very pissed off masked behemoth runs over the front of the limo, ruining the engine.
The Airborne Ranger would then open the door and attempt to fight off Nirvana, who by now has jumped out of the monster truck to take the belt back. A brawl ensues but is quickly ended when The Midnight King locks in the Castratikon. A quick three count later and Nirvana jumps in the monster truck, heading back to the arena because why the hell not?
TBC
Last Edit: Jan 29, 2015 16:48:49 GMT -6 by Nirvana
Post by Brock Whitworth on Jan 29, 2015 20:57:21 GMT -6
Hiding in the monster truck, unbeknownst to Nirvana, is Brock Whitworth. As Nirvana sits quietly enjoying his title, Brock smashes in the back window of the Monster truck and climbs in, shocking Nirvana. Nirvana slams on the breaks and the two jolt forward. Both men roll out of the side of the Monster truck. Nrivana runs at Brock, who hits him with a discus elbow, knocking him out cold. The three count is administered, and Brock takes the title, running down a nearby alleyway.
Some time later Nirvana comes to and shrugs off the pain in his skull.
"Damn kids..."
After a few pained breathes, the behemoth begins searching for Brock. Figuring he went somewhere shady, he makes a break for a nearby by ally. Knock over hobos he assumes are Brock, until finding the man himself huddled in an alley corner. Nirvana and Brock exchange words, and then blows. Nirvana goes for a basic DDT on the hard ally ground. Three counts later, Nirvana is once more rushing back to the arena with the title in hand.
Once there, he returns to the women's bathroom to see if his fans are still there for round two.
Post by Brock Whitworth on Jan 29, 2015 22:51:19 GMT -6
Brock rolls over and grabs his head.
"Jesus, I guess I need to get some more training in"
He heads away from the alley into the arena. He is kicking in doors, searching for Nirvana, when he hears a strange noise coming from one of the bathrooms. Curious, Brock slowly opens the door, where he sees Nirvana and a fan getting 'close'. As he sneaks up on Nirvana, he puts him into a sleeper hold. Nirvana struggles mightily, but eventually passes out. The woman stand in horror as Brock covers Nirvana and grabs the title. He pats the woman on the shoulder
"Sorry about that love, but but business is business!"
Brock turns off and runs, leaving Nirvana and the woman to wait
Post by Madison Mitchell on Jan 29, 2015 23:15:39 GMT -6
As Brock is running he comes to a dead stop as he runs into EWC's newest signee, Madison Mitchell who had just flown in via Private Jet to sign her contract.
Madison admires the championship belt in Brock's possession as a referee is on standby and Brock is staring at Madison, who had just finished some of her favorite pink cotton candy.
"Whoa is that belt real?"
Madison reaches over for the belt and bends down to get a closer look at it. As she bent down, Brock tried jerking away, causing Madison to lift her head up and the top of her head connected with the jaw of Brock.
Brock fell to the floor, nearly knocked out at the accidental headbutt from Ms.Mitchell. Madison leaned down to check on Brock as the referee dropped down and made a 3 count, declaring her the new champion. The referee handed her the title belt. Shock in her eyes, she held the championship in her hands, still in the hallway where she had 'accidentally' defeated Brock.
After a while Nirvana wakes up and shakes his head. He tries to get the fuzziness off. Pulling up his pants, the masked man goes looking for the belt he lost. He finds Madsion, still shocked at her win.
"My belt! GRAHHH!"
He goes for a clothsline but the other wrestler bends down to grab the belt. He misses. She rises, and sadly, gets fliped by a massive cloth's line on his way back. It doesn't take much for him to get a three and begin running back to the ring.
As Nirvana goes running back to the ring, he giggles to himself - realizing that everyone is down and out, and this is a chance for him to hold the championship for quite some time. As he reaches the apron little does he knows that waiting for him under the ring is the self proclaimed "mad man of professional wrestling", Mark Storm, who crawls out from down under, surprising Nirvana who stops in shock, dropping the title.
Looking over both shoulders, Nirvana struggles to get away from Storm, who has a grin on his face from ear to ear, nodding at Nirvana like a mad man - implying that he has nowhere to go. Nirvana with anger in his eyes, attempts to clothesline the new EWC competitor, which sadly doesn't work as Storm catches him by his throat - manages to lift him up into the air, and slam him back down into reality with a wicked chokeslam.
Storm immediately dropped to the floor whilst the referee came running down the entrance ramp, and makes the count. Storm has possession of the championship!
TBC
Last Edit: Jan 30, 2015 5:26:53 GMT -6 by Mark Storm
As soon as Storm takes possession of the championship, "The HardK0re Ik0N" Charlie Feigel emerges from the backstage area. He doesn't pause at the top of the stage as usual and runs towards the ring and slides inside. Storm turns and gets blasted with a solid right forearm and Feigel locks him into a standing forward headlock, lifting him vertically into the air and holding Storm there for what seems like an eternity.
Feigel finally drives Storm head first into the canvas, CHALKLINE DRIVER!!!! Feigel signals that he needs an official and covers his fallen opponent.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
Feigel raises his hands in victory and awaits the next idiot to emerge from the backstage area to grab at the brass ring.
Post by Mark Storm on Jan 30, 2015 10:31:34 GMT -6
The smart and cunning HardK0re Ik0N looks on at the entrance ramp, smiling to himself - obviously impressed with how easily he took out the young superstar, who isn't down and out. As the Hardk0re Ik0n prepares himself for another battle, he is unaware of Storm who is helping himself up gradually, using the ropes to speed up the process.
Feigel hears a thud and turns around, only to be met by the fist of Storm who unloads a barrel of punches to the hardcore veteran, alternating with rights and lefts before forcing Fiegel over to the turnbuckle, where he continues to ware him down with a variation of kicks to the midsection.
Fiegel has had enough of this and launches Storm backward, who stumbles over to the centre of the ring - which allows Fiegel to capitalize on Storm who is struggling to stay up on his feet. Fiegel attempts a clothesline on Storm who ducks under the swinging arm of Fiegel, Storm then makes his own journey to the ropes, rebounds off of them and meets Fiegel back in the centre of the ring - performing a hurricanrana!
The referee drops to the floor as Storm quickly mounts on Fiegal for the pin!
.. ONE ... TWO .... THREE!
Storm gets back up onto his feet, a smile implanted on his face.
Eric Steel slides in the ring, looking as Storm swiftly. He hits a superkick right towards Storm face as Storm drops the belt. Eric Steel makes a cover. One. Two. Three, Eric stands up as he holds up the belt, climbing up the turnbuckle with his hand raised high. He leaves the ring, leaving Storm knocked out in the middle of the ring.
Post by Madison Mitchell on Jan 30, 2015 11:19:07 GMT -6
As Eric gets backstage, Madison had just gotten up and is still dazed from the attack earlier when she lost the Combat Title. She see's Eric holding the championship and think he's the one who attacked her.
"Why did you have to do that? Wh-wh-why did you do that? I just wanted to look at the belt because its super duper pretty and you had to attack me for it?"
Madison approaches Eric who looks confused by the young woman.
"Now, if you don't mind, I would like to see the belt."
Eric turns to flee and runs right into a vending machine, knocking him down and out. Madison, spotting the referee takes advantage and makes the cover getting the 3 count.
She jumps off of him enthusiastically as the ref hands her the belt.
"I just wanted to see it but its mine again now. Its so pretty!"
Madison quickly escapes the area, leaving Eric Steel lying on the ground. She looks for privacy backstage, and finds some in the vacated President Mac's office.
She pulls her cell phone out to call her mom to tell her about the championship she had just won.
"Mom you will never guess what I won when I came to EWC to sign my contract!"
Post by Mark Storm on Jan 30, 2015 11:29:02 GMT -6
As Madison celebrates her title success backstage, she is unaware of the approaching Mark Storm. Holding onto his head he stops as he see's Madison, who is still unaware of Mark's position. Storm gradually lowers his hand from his head and gazes at the beauty that is Madison Mitchell. With a smile on his face he approaches her..
"Hi."
Madison drops her phone and turns around, alarmed at the creeping of Storm who looks at her whilst she cradles the championship belt. The referee looks at the two, not sure what the hell is going on as Storm nervously reaches his arm out.
"Eh.. I'm Mark? I follow you on twitter?"
The two glare at each other before Madison makes a movement, shaking the hand of Storm. Storm blushes, however not for long as Madison, with the championship belt in her other hand, swings the championship to his direction - forcing him to duck quickly.
"Woahh. I just wanted to talk."
Storm quickly has to retreat backwards from the vicious strikes Madison attempts to unleash. Madison is stopped as she accidentally tangles over her own feet and falls to the ground, hitting her head hard.
"Oh shit... eh, are you alright mam?"
As Storm leans over to check if she's ok, he turns her body over - looking around quickly to see if anyone is around, before going for the pin.
As Mark Storm gets up from pinning Madison Axle slowly walks around the corner of the hall and sees Mark holding the Championship Belt. Axle walks up and introduces his self to Mark.
Axle: Hey. names Axle, just saw you and wanted to say hi.
Mark doesn't respond so Axle begins to walk away when out of nowhere he sends a superkick to mark and pins mark waiting for the ref to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Axle grabs the Belt and starts walking down the hall towards the locker rooms
Post by Mark Storm on Jan 30, 2015 11:54:23 GMT -6
"The fuck just happened?"
Storm says in a pissed off tone. He runs riot down the corridor, his anger beginning to scare some of the backstage staff who try to calm him down, to no prevail. He finally finds Axle and with the title draped on his shoulder, Axle turns around - smirking arrogantly.
With a rush of adrenaline Storm charges at Axle and takes him out with a vicious forearm shot, before mounting on top of him and delivering a barrel of shots with his elbow to the head of Axle, who is struggling to escape.
Storm does him a favor and gets off of him and helps the new signee up onto his feet. With Storm in full control, he hoists Axle up onto his shoulder in a fireman carrys position, before throwing him up - and connecting his knee with Axle's face. Dropping to the floor, he pins him.
Post by Brock Whitworth on Jan 30, 2015 12:33:14 GMT -6
Sprinting around the corner is Brock Whitworth, searching for the action. He runs into Mark Storm as Storm walks away from the carnage. Brock and Storm take a second, stunned at the other. Brock is the first to react, but Storm ducks the clothesline. Storm books it away, but Brock is hot on his tail. Storm and Brock run throughout the backstage of the arena, until Storm runs into a corner. Brock and Mark stare each other down, and Storm tries to strike first. Brock catches Storm's fist, laughs, and delivers a big boot to Storm, launching him into a corner and knocking him out cold. Brock drops down and covers him for the three count.
He grabs the title, kisses it, and retreats into a boiler room, hoping to hide out until the 24 hours is up.
Axle slowly comes too and notices no one is around
What the hell?
He slowly gets up to both feet and walks through the backstage area. He passes the boiler room but noticed the door to the room was slightly open. He walks back slowly and opens the door up trying not to make a sound. He walks in not letting his feet hit the ground hard. He sees Brock holding the title and he sneaks up behind him. When he gets behind him he sends a hard forearm to the back of his head, he waits for Brock to get up then hits him with a hard Step Up Enziguri and pins him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Axle picks up the belt and runs out into the loading dock area.
Post by Mark Storm on Jan 30, 2015 12:50:48 GMT -6
Axle, with a smile on his face, holds the title close to his chess as he looks for a place to hide out for a while. Out of nowhere Mark Storm attacks him from behind, a vicious blow to the head sends Axle to the ground however not for long.
Axle gets back up onto his feet pretty quickly and pushes Storm backwards,forcing Storm to smash his back into a garbage bin. Axle then follows this by a series of blows to the head of Storm, who manages to fight them off - unleashing a massive uppercut to send Axle backwards.
Storm grabs the championship from the ground and runs towards Axle, using it as a weapon as he connects the belt with the head of Axle. He goes for the pin!
Post by Brock Whitworth on Jan 30, 2015 14:49:44 GMT -6
Brock finally wakes up, sporting a nice bruise on the side of his head. He touches is gingerly and pushes the door, stepping out into the light. He looks to his left and sees Axle out cold, without the title. He makes his way past Axle, stepping over him, when he hears footsteps around the corner. He turns the corner to see Mark Storm holding the title. Brock grabs a chair that has been propped up against the wall. He slowly makes his way closer to Storm before yelling
"HEY, MARK!"
Storm turns around confused, and Brock throws the chair at him, surprising Storm. In the confusion, Brock rushes forward and spears Storm. Storm gets up, but only to be met with a chair shot to the head.
Brock makes the cover, gets the three count, grabs the title, and makes his way towards the ring, title in hand.
Brock reaches the ring with a smile on his face and the title firmly placed on his shoulder. As he slides under the rope the lights in the arena suddenly cut off. All you can hear are the feet of Brock trying to deduce where his next opponent is going to come from. The lights switch back on and standing behind him is a small man, with a cigarette clenched between two fingers in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other. Brock finally realizes that the man is behind him, but it is too late. With the Jack Daniels bottle the man whacks him over the head, smashing the bottle and sending Brock crashing to the canvas. The man stands over Brock and brings the cigarette closer to his lips, inhaling and exhaling the damaging substance before throwing it on the ground, extinguishing it with his feet.
"It's my turn, bitch." The man says, in an unpleasant manner.
The man drops to his knees and covers the body of Brock, going for the three count as the referee slides into the ring to make it.
ONE, TWO, THREE!
With the championship now in the possession of the unknown superstar, he rises to his feet before being asked the question.
"Hey, who are you?" The referee says, with optimism in his eye.
"The most barbaric motherfucka' in professional wrestling, thats who I am! BARBARIC!"
To Be Continued.
Last Edit: Jan 30, 2015 16:33:19 GMT -6 by Deleted
Barbaric had formally introduced himself to the EWC universe. His smile was despicable as he laughed to himself pushing the referee away in the process and exited the ring, beginning to make his way backstage.
Before he even reached the top of the entrance ramp, emerging from the tunnel was another HCW superstar and his name was Adrian Anderson who towered over the most barbaric man in professional wrestling. Barbaric with the title around his waist approached Anderson, laughing in amusement of the arrival of the superstar who did not move nor show any emotion, just simply gazed at Barbaric.
"Come on then! Show me what you got!"
Barbaric unbuckled the title from his waist and dropped it on the floor, opening his arms out wide, accepting the challenge.
"Come on, hit me! HIT ME! HIT ME"!
The most barbaric man in professional wrestling repeated himself, his volume increasing as he got in the face of Anderson, or in better words, to his chest as the small structured man could not reach Anderson's face. Anderson answered the pleads of Barbaric and hit a vicious right hand, knocking Barbaric down who somehow got right back up onto his feet.
"Is that all you got? I SAID HIT ME! HIT ME! HIT ME LIKE A MAN!"
With an explosive rage, Anderson once again delivered another lethal right hand to the jaw of Barbaric who once again stumbled to the floor. However still no prevail as Barbaric managed to get back up seconds after. with smile on his face he mocked Andersons attempts to knock him out... Anderson then retreated backwards before delivering a blow that would send Barbaric to the ground with no reply. A mighty superman punch! He then went for the pin!
ONE - TWO - THREE!
TBC
Last Edit: Jan 30, 2015 17:18:31 GMT -6 by Deleted
Post by Mark Storm on Jan 30, 2015 18:01:49 GMT -6
Anderson quickly rushes onto his feet and grabs the title, making his way backstage in a hurry as he tries to leave the arena with the championship belt!
He reaches the parking lot and looks around for his car, with his keys in his other hand he looks around urgently, checking his shoulders as he rushes around the lot. Finally he finds his car and enters, smiling to himself as he starts the engine.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
In the back seat sat Mark Storm who had somehow managed to enter the vehicle before Anderson did. Anderson gets out of the car and so does Storm, who catches Anderson by his throat, hoist's him up and slams him back down with a chokeslam. With the referee rushing onto the scene, Storm pins..