SuperShow Indy - 12/12/2008

[Michael Saint]

[glow=red,2,300]Super Show![/glow]

(The Super Show has opened in the ring where we see James Kick and his opponent getting ready for their match when House of the Rising Sun hits on the PA and the EWC VP comes to the ring.)

Saint: Gentlemen gentlemen you need to do your VP a favor and get out of the ring. No one wants to see a couple no talent hacks wrestle on a show!

(The two men leave)

Saint: Last week we saw our World Champion on Rampage vacate his title and leave the EWC. Thus we have been left without a World Champion at this moment.

(Booing)

Saint: After much thought and waiting I have found a suitable replacement. A man that is talent and has EWC's best interest in mind. Ladies and gentlemen making his return to the EWC Shadow.................................................................

(Cheers)

Saint: Yeah right. Who do you think I am? What kind of moron would just hand Shadow Man a title or a title shot. I am not Shadow Man and I am not BDC so I am not going to just hand one of them whatever they want. Neither have been seen in forever and neither have won a match in longer. Oh no I have a better champion my head of security Elijah Muhammed Siad!

(Booing as Elijah comes out.)

Elijah: Thank you Mr. Saint. You have always been a genius of great magnitude. As World Champion I will do my best to make EWC a better place.

(Pulse of the Maggots hits as Chupa, Lena, Amy and Jesse come to the ring. Followed by Moses Lake.)

Chupa: Bullshit! I am not staff here, but I will not stand for this.

Lena: You claim to not be as bad as some people, but handing the title to a rookie is worse.

Saint: What would have me do?

Chupa: I have spoke to Lena about this we think we need to take the top two contenders for the title and have them fight at Wrestlefest.

Saint: Oh ok fine then Elijah and John West.

Lena: Are you fucking kidding me. No that is not what will happen. Elijah will not compete for that title already and West well the kid is not ready yet.

Saint: Who do you think is the top contenders then?

Lena: Amy Rosen and Moses Lake. Amy was top contender before and Moses has yet to lose a match so he is most deserving of a shot.

Saint: What about what I want?

Chupa: Fuck what you want!

(Cheers)

Chupa: This is what is right. Amy is the top person on Rampage without Level One around and Moses though he and I do not see eye to eye well ever he is a talented star who would be a perfect fit for that title.

Jesse: It looks really bad for me in my match tonight, but I will be dammned if I let you do this Michael. I want what is best for EWC and this is what is best. You either do what we say or you end up with two broken legs. Your lacky back there can't handle all of us at once.

Saint: Fine you get your way and since you are so sure of yourself Jesse I have a deal for you. If you somehow pull out that win tonight I will reinstate my brother back to the EWC.

Chupa: Fine, but no funny shit Michael or I will fuck you up personally.

Saint: You think too low of me brother would I pull that.

(Commercial)

[Michael Saint]

John Green v John West
The Battle of the John’s

The two John’s meet face to face in the ring, hitting each other with their hands in an over handed slapping fashion. Green grabs West and slams him to the mat with a super cool looking mat slam, and kicks him five to six times while he’s down, before lifting him to his feet and giving him an elbow to the fiz-ace.

Hunter John goes to kick Gangsta John in the gut, only to have his foot caught and get whipped into the corner. Gangsta John follows him with a mecha corner splash before giving him a bunch for those wonderful WOOOO chops. Gangsta Gangsta John lifts him up to the top turnbuckle and follows him up, and goes to lift him off for a Super Suplex.

But then! Horror strikes! Both Gangsta and Hunter fall head first onto the mat, and through it. The Referee looks into the hole, sees a cover and makes the count.

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THREE

Ding! Ding!

The referee goes and speaks to Ann Ouncer.

Ann: “Here is you’re winner… John…”

CUT TO COMERICAL!

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Ann: “… GREEN!

Goth can be seen standing in his locker room, taping his fists and suddenly turns his head as he notices the camera approaching him.

Goth: Oh I guess it is time for me to open my mouth for the final time and tell Lance that its time that he will understand what he will be going through. Let me tell you Lance, I’m going to kick your ass. Take you to wrestling school and then I will listen to your whispers to see if you are sorry for what you have said….

He grins as he punches his fists before putting on his robes as he is preparing himself to enter the ring

Goth: But the one thing above all Lance, I am going to looking to see if you can realize that you were wrong Lance. Because lets be honest Lance, you are nothing and that is something that I will bring out to the world… You beat a nobody? Good for you, you have beaten legends? Good for YOU!! But after this coming Friday Night Rampage… You will have to utter the words, that you were beaten by a better man… Good night Lance… Oh and Vic? I hope you can pay attention my friend… Because soon it will be YOUR ASS!!!

[Michael Saint]

The following video is part of a world wide announcement. We're sorry for this unexpected interjection.

A pre recorded video is played on air. Fading in from black; Level-One unmasked is seated in a large chair, behind an oak wood desk. A banner of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation’s ‘’Strangle Mania Seven’’ hangs in the back drop. Beside Level-One two security guards wearing neatly groomed suites stand, one with a silver brief case in hand. With a casual lean, he issues his statement.

Hello, the wrestling world. I’m Level-One, although the name itself fails to justify a reason for any introduction. If you don’t know me; then you’re ignorant to anything superior around yourself. Last week on EWC’S Friday Night Rampage, I dropped my world heavyweight title in the middle of the ring for anyone who felt they were ‘’worthy’’ to come pick it up and officially resigned with the EWC. I’m no longer an employee with the EWC and my contract is officially served. Although, TMZ.com will have their hands full when they get to reporting about the gag order the EWC will try to place one me afterwards…. Well, fuck them.

Level-One cracks a sly smile. Then men beside him don’t move an inch, as if they were frozen in time. In fact, Level-One almost doesn’t even notice that they are there.

Last week as you may or may not know; I also spoke of a challenge. A challenge to someone who I have had a deep history with, and have never quite tied up the loose ends. While I may not work there anymore, while I may no longer be obligated to stay on the EWC’S sinking ship; there is still loose ends which with my own hands I must tie.

Everyone I have came in contact with so far; as crumbled beneath me. With the words they speak, with the walk they flaunt; I take it; I smash their ego, and I give it back to them in broken pieces. Leaving them lost, confused, leaving them to repair it. And they never seem to be able to fully recover. But this…this guy, he’s different. I’ve broken him time and time again; and he just keeps on piecing himself together. No matter how far ahead of him I am, he’s always taking strides to keep up.

This man; as much as I hate him. He’s just like me. I know, to him he must hate hearing it. Hell, I hate even coming to the realization of the fact. The facts are though, everything from our career to our personality have striking similarities. Every title I would drop, this man would pick up and carry it over his shoulders. Last week, I dropped the World Heavyweight Championship, in hopes that someone of worth would pick it up…

…Crazy Man

You see, there is one big problem with that. Crazy Man, you aren’t worthy! When I saw you boasting around with MY world title, it was a splash of cold water waking me back into a state of reality. And that is; you are still alive, and you are still following me every step of the way. But for a second, let’s face the facts. You are always 10 steps behind. Every single time we stepped into the ring with each-other; I walked out with victory over my head.

And now Crazy Man as I continue to run on this track to legendary status and stardom, I tilt my head and I see my reflection running with me. There’s only one problem. Only one of us can reach that status, and do you REALLY think I’m going to give my reflection even the slightest chance? No. I pick up my pace, I run faster…I don’t look back anymore.

So, it’s come to this....

Level-One turns to the security guard who takes one solid stride forward before placing the briefcase on the oak wood desk in-front of Level-One, who eyes at the brief case like a kid at the candy store. The guard flicks open the latches, exposing a white piece of piece of paper in the brief case. The security guard turns the brief case towards the camera, as Level-One folds his hands behind it.

Strangle Mania 7 is quickly approaching, Crazy Man. The end to all our problems, both mine and yours—is in this contract. Crazy Man, I am challenging you to a match at Strangle Mania 7 to end this once and for all. Hell, I’m even willing to do it on YOUR home court. Crazy Man, you have one week to accept this challenge. Failure to do so? And the entire world will see through your heart, and feast on your fear like the maggots they are.

This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To finally pass me in your year long chase? To finally beat me in the middle of the ring, and prove to me you aren’t a worthless piece of shit? Well, guess what I want Crazy Man. I want to pass the finish line. I want you to regain your breath, tell yourself you aren’t good enough, and then walk all away back to the EWC and fight for whatever cause you feel worthy of.

See, Crazy Man. When you look deeper into things, we both want the same things. We both want to break the other. Crazy Man, remember when you said I wanted the world to watch the whole world burn?

Level-One lowers his head, holding back a burst of laughter.

Your right. My world; was the EWC. And, I’d love to watch it burn. You do too, Crazy Man. Oh, yes you do. You want to watch it burn, because putting out the fire afterwards is your way to becoming some type of hero. You want to be the man that stops me…

Level-One shakes his head before getting up out of his chair. Exposing a match, he lights it up with his shoe. He moves towards the Strangle Mania 7 advertisement, before setting it ablaze. The fire quickly spreads, as the large poster slowly begins to crumble up, the lower half is already burnt to ash.

…but you won’t be able to put this flame out. No, you will be consumed by it.

I'm not sorry…

Level-One slowly backs away, as the fire continues to spread up the Strangle Mania 7 poster. Until the flames consume it all... Every... last...bit.

[Michael Saint]

Singles Match
Victor Hades vs Serial Killer


Returning from commercial back at ringside "Afraid of me" by Twiztid blares over the P.A. system, while the crowd reacts in a heated chorus of boos. Serial killer comes out through the curtains casually in a disgusted manner moving along, and then proceeds to raise his arms in a crucifix gesture on the rampway.

Mean Gene |: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, first making his way to the ring from parts unknown, weighing in at 245 pounds...Serial Killer!!"


Aiello |: "...Is this guy for real?"


After he puts his arms down he continues to walk to the ring rubbing his left thumb under his nose a few times. When he gets to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and crawls to a corner and sits down quite calmly as the lights begin to slowly dim around the ringside area.

The silence of the crowd stirs around the atmosphere of the arena as it suddenly becomes disturbed by the sound of a horrific and deafening scream, a white mist begins to seep through from the ramp way, its swirling life source, only to cast itself lovingly into the air and towards the stage. The crowd looks on worried, each and every face being filled with simple fear as their hearts beat rhythmically with the flickering lights of death… a sickening blue light only to swoon over the crowd. Just as any search light does when picking sight of its criminal… another one only to follow it in its quest. Suddenly a large circle of fire arises in a quick counter-clockwise motion, before exploding upwards as a tall dark figure appears within the center of the flames. Followed just seconds later by the pounding beats of "Psychosocial" by Slipknot, as it blares across the helpless PA system.

Mean Gene |: "His opponent...from Los Angeles California, weighing in at 260 pounds...Victor...Hades!!"


Skippy |: "Does this answer your question...?"

Aiello |: "I'm never getting left alone in a room with this guy. Seriously."


Exhaling calmly he moves casually down the ramp way and into the ring in a dark trench coat clinging securely to his frame buttoned down the center of his torso. Standing motionless in the center of the ring as he brings his hands chest-level, while in a prayer palms pressed and fingertips parallel vertically. Silently muttering words to himself before snapping his head back as his dredlocks fly from his face, within that moment all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. He then lowers his arms and calmly exhales turning to face his opponent…

The bell rings and Hades stands motionless in his corner as Serial Killer steps forward, beckoning him to bring the fight. Hades stands stock still for a few seconds before walking towards his opponent. They lock up, and with the weight advantage Victor is able to push Serial Killer back against the ropes. Killer spins him around and pushes Hades up against the ropes, and each man trades the advantage until Victor has Killer in the corner. Serial Killer stamps on Victor’s foot to break up the hold, then fires at Hades with a series of punches to the face. Victor swings with a wild right, but Serial Killer quickly ducks and throws the Titan of Torment hard into the corner. Serial Killer attacks the midsection with kicks to the stomach, as Hades simply laughs until he grabs the leg and shoves Serial Killer high off his feet. Victor kicks the back of Serial Killer’s knee several times before Killer is able to slip out of his grip and dart to the other side of the ring. He gets to his feet and walks on the leg to regain some feeling in the knee.

Aiello |: "Looks like that knee is starting to cause him some problems."

Skippy |: "Did you just call him a fucking cripple??"

Hades walks across the ring to lock up again, but Serial Killer cowardly meets him with a thumb poke to the eye. Killer suddenly bounces off the ropes and hits Victor with a running knee to the gut before throwing him to the canvas with a snap mare. Serial Killer lands a hard kick to the spine of the sitting Victor Hades, while Hades simply continues to laugh before running back to the ropes, bouncing off and dropkicking Hades in the face to finish off the quick indy-like combination! Killer scrambles across the canvas and makes the pin.


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Serial Killer sitting up in a bit of shock grabs a handful of his hair in frustration and rolls out of the ring, pacing frantically back and fourth. Hades who immediatly rolls out as well follows close behind. Serial Killer quickly backstepping bumps into the barricade, noticing Hades stalking closely nearby. Frantically Killer throws a few sucker punches to Hades just as he whips him towards the crowd barrier but Victor reverses and Serial Killer's spine slams against the barrier with a loud smack. Hades grins and moves in for the kill but Serial Killer simply kicks him in the groin and follows up with a quick piledriver! The referee meanwhile counting the two men on the outside...

Skippy |: "This fight is just taking out all over the place now...christ.."

Aiello |: "It's not a falls count anywhere!"


Skippy |: "Try telling them that!"

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Holding his own neck and back, Serial Killer heads back to the announcer table, ripping it apart before going back to Hades. He picks Victor up, grabbing him by the head, and goes for a running bulldog of some sort, but as Serial Killer leaps into the air Victor pushes him off, and Serial Killer goes crotch-first into the steel ringpost!

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Hades rolling into the ring under the bottom ring to reset the count, before rolling back out lands back out on the security mats. Screaming in severe pain Killer remains tangled up against the ringpost, as Hades takes a few steps away carefully. Appearing to measure up Killer like a shark smelling blood in the water, Hades takes a giant running-start before clotheslining the back of Killer's head into the ringpost!

Skippy |: "In the words of Joey Styles, OH..MYY..GODD!!"

Aiello |: "He'll need more than a little bit of Asprin in the morning..."

Hades picks a near lifeless Serial Killer up and nails him with a half nelson snap suplex crushing his chest onto the crowd barrier. Meanwhile Serial Killer is left hanging as Hades climbs up onto the ring apron, and back into the ring as he hits the ropes. Bouncing back before leaping onto the top rope, as he dives flying off with a leg drop across the back of Serial Killer's head!

Aiello |: "Nail in the coffin!"

Skippy |: "Really? I was just going to say stick a fork in Serial Killer..."

Aiello |: "Shut up."

Victor pulls himself up and grabs Killer by the hair, pulling him around ringside and leads him to the ring, smashing his face against the apron. Killer drops to the ground with his head in his hands, but Victor wastes no time rolling him back into the ring. Serial Killer is slow to rise as Hades grabs him and whips him across the ring, catching Killer on the way back with a thunderous spinebuster! Victor picks up the limp Serial Killer, whips him into the ropes, and nails him once again with another spinebuster! Victor gets to his feet and looks across the ring to a nearby turnbuckle, slowly moving towards it as he begins removing the padding. Turning back as he steps to a now bloodied and bruised Serial Killer, lifting him up onto his shoulder and drives him across the ring full-speed with a third spinebuster, right into the exposed turnbuckle!


The sickening 'THUD' echoes all around as replays are shown, while Serial Killer rolls around back in fourth screaming in pain. Clutching the back of his head and neck, as Hades looks on with a sadistic grin of satisfaction. Hades covers for the pin...


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...KICKOUT!



Aiello |: "Oh god...you've got to be kidding."

Skippy |:"Either way Hades will not stop until he's broken Serial Killer in half!"

The match would continue on as Serial Killer would gain little offense as Hades would continue to toy with him. Pummeling him all around the ring until finally ending with a Closed Casket in the center of the ring.

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The match is over!

Mean Gene |: "Here is your winner, Victor Hades!"

The match between Victor Hades and Serial Killer has ended and Victor stands over the man that he has crushed. Suddenly we see Goth slide in the ring and runs to the ropes and drops Hades with a running clothesline.

Madden: Goth is going to return the favour to what Hades did to him last week!! These two can taste each others blood!!!

Goth lifts Hades up to his feet and then executes his Goth Drop. Goth demands a microphone and stands over Hades

Goth: Yo Vic!! Welcome back!! I sure hope your stay will be a pleasant one, because when I’m done with Lance… I’ll be coming after you and show you why I am the very best in this federation….. Oh and Vic? I see you soon in hell where I will lock the door, so that we will never see your stinking face again!!!

With that Goth drops the microphone and walks off as the fans respond to him with mixed emotions

[Michael Saint]

We go backstage, where Ace Heart is running down the hall with a camera crew in tow. He spots Crazyman loitering in the hallway and waves at him.

Ace: Crazyman! Crazyman! You’ve just seen Level-One’s message and the challenge that he’s thrown down for Stranglemania 7! What say you to this turn of events?

Crazyman: Well, I’m glad they were able to show that tonight. I didn’t get a chance to see it when it was first broadcast on APW - I’m not able to get Des Moines public access on my cable back home.

Ace: But the challenge! Level-One has given you a week to respond-

Crazyman: Exactly. And that’s when I’ll respond, Ace. Level-One might expect me to act like everyone else, jumping at the sound of his voice, rushing to be at his beck and call. But he knows me well enough to know that I’ll leave him to sweat just a little while longer.

Ace: But you will accept the challenge?

Crazyman: Well, I guess you’ll find out, won’t you?

Crazyman smirks as he turns and walks away. Ace Heart turns back to the camera.

Ace: Crazyman is keeping his cards close to his chest, but we can be certain that Level-One’s demand for an answer will be met next week! This situation is only getting hotter and may very well spin out of control! I’m speaking very loudly because I can’t help it! BACK TO YOU AT RINGSIDE!!!

[Michael Saint]

No DQ Match
Jesse Payne vs Elijah Mohammed Siad

BYOB by System of a Down Blaires. Crack Monkey makes his way on the entrance area. Crack is on the ramp and throws out his arms and pyro explodes all around him. He gets his blood flowing before going to the ring

Wherever I May Roam plays over the PA as Elijah makes his entrance wearing a turban and a robe carrying an Iranian flag with him. He gets to the ring and puts the flag on the mat and kneeling before throwing his arms in the air.


(The bell rings and the two men go to the center of the ring. They lock up and Elijah with a go behind into a hammerlock. Elijah spins around Jesse and sets up for a DDT, but Jesse is able to throw him off to stop him from doing anything. Both men up and Elijah with a clothesline. Jesse is up and gets a second. A third. And the rookie has the vet on the run already. Elijah with a boot and sets up for a suplex, but Jesse blocks and takes him over with a suplex of his own. Jesse hits the ropes and comes back with a running shooting star press.

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kickout by Elijah!)

Madden: So close

Khan: We almost saw Chupa reinstated there.

(Elijah gets to his feet and Jesse sets him up for the Payne Killer, but Elijah wiggles his way out. Elijah has Jesse on his shoulders and hits a double knee gut buster. Jesse gets to a knee and gets a yakuza kick to the face!!!!!!!

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kickout! Elijah picks up Jesse and puts him in a corner. Elijah gets a running start and yakuza kick in the corner. Jesse slumps down and running face wash!!!!!!!!!!!!! High Low Combo connects!

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kickout!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Madden: Jesse refuses to lose

Khan: No shock there he is friends with Chupa.

(Elijah picks up Jesse and signals for the end! WMD!!!!!!!!!!!!! cover

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Chupa pulls the ref out of the ring! Chupa gets in the ring with a chair. Chupa with a shot to Elijah! Chupa throws the ref back in!)

Madden: Its over

Khan: Chupa is back!

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Elijah gets a foot on the ropes! Jesse to his feet and Chupa gives him the chair. Elijah uses the ropes to get up. Jesse charges with the chair and Elijah with The Jihad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesse gets the chair Superkicked back into his face!

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Winner: Elijah Muhammed Siad!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Chupa checks out his friend who is not moving as we go to a commercial)

[Michael Saint]

Singles Match
Lance Fiennes vs Goth

Ann Ouncer steps forward, beaming at the crowd as she announces the next contest.

Ann: The following match is scheduled for one fall...

The voices of a choir sees the lights in the arena dim. Then, as the opening verse sings through from the song "There Was A Time" by Guns N' Roses, the lights on the stage pick up, the screen flickering with static. Then, as soon as the guitars of the first chorus rip into the arena, an outward explosion of pyrotechnics shoots into the air and Lance Fiennes steps out onto the stage in his long tights. He adjusts his elbow pads and moves down the ramp as the audience cheers wildly.

Ann: From Flint, Michigan and weighing in at 243 pounds, Lance Fiennes!

Lance strides up the stairs confidently and ready, winking to a member in the crowd and slipping his foot under the top rope. He pulls himself halfway through before stopping and climbing back down from the ring apron. Lance takes a moment to express his gratitude at the fans' warm reception, walking slowly around the ring and slapping palms with the faithful.

Khan: Last week was all business, but this week Lance Fiennes is taking a little time to relax and say hi to the fans!

Madden: We'll see how helpful the fans are when Goth is throwing him around the ring like a ragdoll!

Lance quickly slides into the ring before jumping atop a turnbuckle to raise his arms to the rising cheers of the audience. He turns and falls back to the canvas, walking over to the other corner and leaning back on it, waiting for his opponent.

"The Cross" by Within Temptation blasts across the sound system as smoke fills the arena and two figures walk out to the ring. Goth walks up front, followed by his valet/manager Sapphira. Both are dressed in long black leather coats.

Ann: And his opponent, from Nieuwegein in the Netherlands! He weighs in tonight at 239 pounds and is accompanied by his manager Sapphira - this is Goth!

Goth walks up the ringsteps, ignoring the crowd as he focuses all of his attention on his opponent. He reaches down and pulls Sapphira up onto the ring apron before holding the ropes open for her. Once Goth is inside the ring he gets his coat taken off by his manager as we see him staring across the ring at Lance Fiennes. Fiennes returns the Dutchman's glare with a wry smirk and a wink at the openly disgusted Sapphira.

Khan: Lance Fiennes, showing no fear of his opponent tonight.

Madden: That might not be a smart move, Khan. Goth has taken on a wide variety of athletes and more often than not he’s come out on top.

With Sapphira out of the ring, the referee calls for the bell and the match is underway. The two men lock up, Lance with a minimal weight advantage, but neither man able to gain the upper hand. Goth transfers into a wristlock, but Lance reverses, torquing the wrist and elbow of his opponent. Goth with a poke of the eyes and a reversal, moving into a hammerlock. He presses down on one of Lance’s knees and forces Fiennes off his feet, giving Goth more leverage to wrench on the shoulder. Lance takes his time, measuring his opponent before quickly getting back to his feet and slipping behind Goth. Fiennes locks his arms around his opponent’s torso before throwing him to the ground with a waistlock takedown, swiftly moving into a front facelock.

Khan: An excellent display of technical wrestling from two men who aren’t normally known for that sort of thing.

Madden: These fans want blood, not bodylocks!

Khan: That’s a nice line you had there, but you’re still a Philistine.

Fiennes applies his weight to the facelock, but Goth manages to get to his knees and then to his feet. Goth attacks with punches to the body, forcing Lance to release the hold. Goth with an Irish whip that Fiennes reverses. Lance bends forward for a back body drop, but Goth rolls over him and bounces off the ropes, catching Fiennes with a clothesline on the way back. Lance gets back to his feet, rubbing his jaw and smiling.

Khan: Looks like Fiennes was impressed.

Madden: He should be - Goth’s a hell of a wrestler!

They lock up again. Lance with a headlock, but Goth throws him off and into the ropes. Lance comes back with a shoulder block that takes Goth down. Fiennes bounces off the ropes but is tripped up by his opponent, who quickly jumps in for a headlock of his own. Lance fights back to his feet and pushes Goth off; the Dutchman bounces into the ropes and tastes a powerslam on the way back. Lance Fiennes with a cover!

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Goth kicks out.

Khan: A little early to pin Goth for the three count, but I think Lance just wants to send a message to his opponent.

Madden: Expect Goth to reply with his fists!

Fiennes picks up Goth and attempts a suplex, but Goth blocks the move. He attacks with a knee to the stomach and whips Lance into the ropes. Fiennes charges back with a clothesline, but Goth ducks and catches his opponent with a dropkick that takes him right off his feet. Goth focuses his attack on Lance’s legs, grabbing each one in turn and stomping on the back of the knee. Lance drags himself to the ropes and the referee forces Goth back. Fiennes staggers back to his feet; though clearly in some pain, he raises his fist into the air, and the crowd eggs him on.

Khan: The fans are fully behind Lance Fiennes in this competition.

Madden: Goth doesn’t need the approval of the fans - he has kickass wrestling ability and a hot girlfriend!

Lance is on the offensive with hard shots to the face and body, forcing Goth back towards the corner, but Goth lands a swift kick to the side of the leg and Lance crumbles to the ground. Goth grabs the leg and drops a series of elbows on the knee, causing Fiennes to yell out in pain. Methodical in his approach, Goth lifts the leg into the air and twists the ankle, bending and twisting Lance’s knee. Lance pulls back before kicking out with both legs, forcing Goth away. The “King of Kings” bounces off the ropes and falls into an inside cradle.

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Goth kicks out. Lance quickly slides under the bottom rope to catch a breather on the outside and walk the pain out of his leg. With Goth distracting the referee, Sapphira grabs a chair from ringside and sneaks up behind Lance. She rears back with the chair, but Lance turns around just in time and grabs the chair out of her hands, throwing it away. He advances forward, telling her not to get involved, but doesn’t see Goth reach over the top rope and grab him by the hair. Goth pulls Fiennes up onto the ring apron, but Lance grabs his opponent by the head and drops down to a sitting position, catching Goth’s throat on the top rope and sending him flying back to the centre of the ring.

Khan: There’s no peace for Lance Fiennes outside the ring, not with Sapphira stalking around out there. He’s just going to have to work through the pain.

Madden: Like any real man should! And to think, he was about to hurt Sapphira before Goth intervened!

Khan: Only because she was about to lamp him with a chair!

Goth coughs and rubs his throat as she climbs back to his feet. His face is calm, but his eyes tell a different story. He advances on Lance Fiennes, who has pulled himself to standing inside the ring. Lance sees him coming, however, and cuts him off with a kick to the gut, standing precariously on his one good leg. Fiennes drops Goth with a neck breaker, but can’t stand up quickly enough to take advantage. Goth is back up almost as quickly and rushes Fiennes, taking him down with a running back elbow. He attempts a legdrop, but Lance moves out of the way and stumbles to his feet. Goth runs at him, and Lance goes for a clothesline, but Goth ducks and grabs his opponent from behind. Goth attempts a reverse suplex, grabbing his opponent around the neck and throwing him backwards. But Lance, even with a badly busted knee, is able to land on his feet, and reverses the move into a dragon sleeper!

Khan: Lance Fiennes with a dragon sleeper! Goth is in a lot of trouble!

Goth swings his arms wildly, unable to reach the ropes. Lance keeps the hold tight, refusing to give an inch, his face contorted with pain and concentration. Goth reaches back and smacks Fiennes several times in the face with his fist, but Lance takes the blows and wrenches on the hold. Fading fast, Goth rakes the eyes of Lance Fiennes. Lance releases the hold just enough to allow Goth to escape. The “Bringer of Chaos” wastes no time, clipping Lance behind the knee to bring him down, and quickly applying the figure four leg lock!

Khan: The figure four!

Madden: Lance Fiennes can’t take it! This match is over!

Fiennes screams out on agony as his knee is practically torn apart by the figure four. He falls back to the mat, trying to relieve the pressure, but forgetting that both shoulders are down.

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Khan: Goth knows he has Lance in trouble, and now it’s just a matter of time before Fiennes is broken!

Lance shakes his head furiously, refusing to give in to the pain. But his agony is too much and he falls back against the mat. The referee counts his shoulders down.

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Lance gets a shoulder up. Unable to reach the ropes, Lance realises he has only one other option. Twisting and turning, he tries to roll over onto his stomach. Goth tries to hold him still with dead weight, but Lance is determined to reverse the hold. He claws at the canvas, digging his fingers into the mat as he pulls himself and Goth over, reversing the hold! Goth groans in pain as Fiennes lies half dead, just grateful to get the pressure off his knee. Goth drags himself towards the ropes, carrying the weight of Lance Fiennes on his legs. Despite the pain coursing through his body, Goth’s resilience shows through and he makes it to the bottom rope. The referee has to physically pull the two men apart, as Lance can barely move.

Khan: What a war we are seeing right here between these two men!

Madden: They’re both feeling the pain right now, and it’s not going to get any easier from here!

Lance crawls across the ring and away from Goth as the Dutchman pulls himself up. Sapphira slips a chair into the ring before jumping up onto the apron and calling out the referee. With the ref’s attention elsewhere, Goth picks up the chair and advances on Lance. But as Fiennes was getting back to his feet, he pulled something out of his tights. The fans can see that he has his brass knuckles on! Lance turns around just as Goth swings the chair, but Fiennes punches the weapon away, the brass knuckles protecting his hand! Lance swings with a wild punch that lands square on Goth’s jaw! The referee finally manages to get Sapphira off the ring apron and turns to see Fiennes has covered Goth. He rushes across the ring and counts the pin!

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Lance picks Goth up; both men are groggy and finding it hard to stand. Fiennes lifts Goth up for the Fiennes-O-Matic, but his knee fails him and he drops down to the canvas. Goth grabs the opportunity, twisting his arms around Lance’s neck and locking in the Gothic Dream!

Khan: The Gothic Dream is locked in tight, and Lance Fiennes is nowhere near the ropes!

Madden: He’s got to tap now!

The referee asks Lance if he wants to quit, but Fiennes says no. However, he can’t reach the ropes or break the hold and he’s fading fast. As Lance stops struggling and appears to be out cold, the referee takes his arm and lifts it into the air.

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It drops twice.

It drops- no! Lance keeps his arm up, then begins driving his elbows into the ribs of his opponent. Goth is unable to keep the body scissors on, allowing Fiennes a chance of escape. Lance pushes himself off the canvas with his legs and rolls over himself so that he’s bent down over Goth, using his weight to pin his opponent’s shoulders to the mat. The referee counts the pin!

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Khan: Lance Fiennes wins! A combination of brain and brawn takes him to victory!

Madden: Fiennes got lucky! Goth had him down and out! I call shenanigans!

Lance raises his fists in the air as the crowd cheer him on. Sapphira helps Goth back up the entrance ramp, the Dutchman keeping his head up even as he feels the sting of defeat.

WINNER: Lance Fiennes

[Michael Saint]

Lumber Jack Match
Moses Lake vs Kid Cannibis




Khan: Well if you thought the last match was scandalous... imagine what could happen in tonight's main event!

Madden: That's right, Khan! Two men... two beloved and experienced competitors... Moses Lake and Kid Cannabis will face off with about as much pressure as the EwC roster acting as lumberjacks can possibly give.

Khan: Everyone's here tonight at ringside... even Lance Fiennes and Goth, still out of breath from their last bout. We've also got Victor Hades and John Green ghosting the ring apron. Everyone from tonight's show has shown up.

Madden: And that just makes me antsy even more! Crazyman is also here, using his position as a lumberjack to maybe let off some stress butting heads with Level-One in the background.

Ann: The following is a Lumberjack Match and is scheduled for one fall! All rules of a singles match still apply, but legitimised Lumberjacks at ringside are allowed to interfere in the match-up from ringside, with the specific aim of keeping the competitors in the ring.


The bell chimes and Kid Cannabis rushes Moses with a series of elbow strikes, to which Moses responds by backing off, blocking the blows and kneeing Can in the gut. He picks him up and downs him with a fireman's carry, then follows up with a sleeper hold on the canvas. Cannabis gets onto his feet relatively quickly however, and lets his neck take the weight of Moses, lifting him up and taking him down with a sidewalk slam. Kid Can gets to his feet and raises his arms to the cheering audience, making pot-smoking gestures and turning to Moses, pointing at him and nodding playfully. Lake gets up and chuckles, playing along with the humour associated with Kid Cannabis' playful nature in this situation.

But the laughter is short-lived, Moses and Can approach, locking up in the centre. Moses uses his technical superiority to get to one knee and slap Can's legs from beneath him, covering him for a quick pin.


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Moses bounces off a nearby rope and comes back to a rising Can, taking him down with a knee to the face. Moses starts stomping on Kid Can, who rolls to the ropes, allowing for the referee to step in and stop Moses from pouncing on Can. Cannabis catches his breath, gets to his feet and, as Moses rushes at him, drops down again and lifts Moses up into a Back Body Drop over the ropes! But Moses hangs on, landing on the apron, about to reach out for Cannabis from behind when suddenly...


Madden: Crazyman! Crazyman! What are you doing!


Crazyman grabs Moses Lake's legs and pulls them from under him. Moses lands face first on the apron, and hits the ringside floor even harder. Moses' nose is notably out of place, and a loud crack is heard as he himself pulls it back into place, blood gushing out of his face while Cannabis raises his arms to the cheering crowd back in the ring. Crazyman in the meantime grabs a chair from the announcer's table and comes back only to be stopped by Lance Fiennes, who knocks Crazyman across the face with a brass knuckle shot to the jaw. Lance stands over a downed Crazyman shaking his head.


Khan: The so-called 'straight-shooting sheriff' stops a mess at ringside...

Madden: But here comes a hard lesson for him!


Lance is suddenly grabbed from behind by Victor Hades, who starts exchanging blows with him. Goth comes out from the other end of the ring to attack Lance with a shining wizard. Both Goth and Hades manage to throw a battered Lance into the audience before turning on each other with left and right blows.


Khan: Oh God, it's a volatile situation at ringside, Madden!

Madden: Why the hell don't they do their job and put Moses back in the ring!?


John Green and Ricker pull through, picking Moses up and slipping him into the ring where Kid Cannabis starts to stomp on his chest. He picks Moses up and whips him to the ropes, going for a return clothesline, but Moses ducks, bounces back and drops Kid Can with a flying forearm strike to the jaw. Moses stands, blood highlighting the fire in his eyes as he points to the outside.


Madden: Is he thinking of serving Kid Cannabis to the lions?


Can pulls himself to his feet, stumbling around for a bit before turning to Moses, receiving a humbling forearm to the face, and then being grabbed by his arm and pulled over the ropes. Can crumples to the outside, where he is pounced on by Serial Killer, who pushes him against the security railing and starts trying to hit him with hard lefts. But Can blocks the punches and pushes Serial away, getting to his feet before Crazyman runs up, blocking others from attacking Can, and he throws his arms around him, allowing Cannabis to get back into the ring. Moses is ready for Kid Can though, rushing him with an elbow to the back as he slides in. Moses picks Kid Cannabis up and throws him to the corner, where he follows with a turnbuckle clothesline. Cannabis stumbles out from it, and Moses knocks him back with a European Uppercut before running to mount him on the turnbuckle. He raises his one arm, and the audience pops.


Khan: Ten punches!


He starts to beat Cannabis' skull in the corner.


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Lake jumps off of Kid Cannabis and waits for him to stagger out. Looking his groggy opponent dead in the eye, Moses delivers a TKO to his adversary, who stumbles back and turns around, falling onto the second turnbuckle face first, his arms hooking around the ropes. Moses raises his arms once more to the cheering crowd, and then he delivers the Canadian History X!


Khan: A massacre at the Supershow!!!


Moses grabs Kid Cannabis by his legs and drags him to the centre of the ring before kneeling over him and hooking the leg.


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Madden: It's over! It's over! Moses Lake has beaten Kid Cannabis!


Moses gets to his feet and his arm is raised by the referee as the audience cheers on. Suddenly, Crazyman rushes into the ring with a chair, battering Moses across the back!


Khan: Oh my God! Oh my God!


The roster starts to spill into the ring, Green, Fiennes, Goth among others, creating havoc as they go.


Madden: Ladies and gentlemen, the roster has gone insane in the ring.

Khan: This is where we'll have to leave you. God bless everyone, have a good night, and stay safe, this has been Madden and Khan from the EwC Supershow in Indiana... Good night!


Winner: Moses Lake