MNB - #403 - MEXICO

[President Mac]

WARNING: This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers. Accordingly EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL

EPISODE 403

^{Monday Night Brawl is a professional wrestling television program for Extreme Wrestling Corporation (EWC) that currently airs on ESPN, Spike, SkySports, huluPLUS and TSN2 in Canada. The shows name, which is sometimes stylized as MNB, is also used to refer to the Brawl brand, in which EWC employees are assigned to work and perform on that program. The show originally debuted in North America on the CTV & ESPN Network on April 7,1997. It remained there for a number of years until Brawl was moved to SPIKE TV and SYFY. In 2008, the show was moved to Showtime HD, SciFi HD, SkySports and the new TSN2. Since its launch in 1997, Brawl continues to air on Monday nights. Brawl is generally seen as the company's flagship program due to its longer history, higher ratings, and emphasis on pay-per-views. It is the second longest running weekly episodic television show in history}

Live from the Newly Built EWC Stadium in Mexico City, Mexico

EWC Stadium, is convertible to a concert stage for outdoor concerts, and with field seating, the stadium can hold 52,000 for concerts or 65,000 for a Wrestling event. The architectural design was by Rossetti Architects, architects of Scotiabank Place

EWC BRAWL

July 22, 2013

Live From EWC Stadium in Mexico City 

Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven

Announcer: Jessica Stroup

Head Ref: Earl Hebner

Backstage help: Ace Heart

"We Own It" by 2 Chainz Ft Wiz Khalifa blasts in the Stadium as the show starts off with a video footage detailing historic events over the Monday Night Brawls sixteen year history. Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator and then The Rev all with the World Championship.

A fast cutting montage of the last episode of Brawl now begins to play.

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in the EWC Stadium is electrifying. Spotlights circle around the arena as the 65,000 fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans


A chant begins of

MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB

'The Fountain' by Pendulum hits the PA system as the Monday Night Brawl kicks off with the new Co-Vice President and General Manager of the EWC Ashton Daniels walks out onto the stage to loud cheers from the crowd.

Aiello: Here we go, the man who's here to keep the EWC with it's extreme roots.

Ashton walks down the ramp dressed in a smart suit and wearing a pair of Oakley sunglasses. In his hand is a clipboard with a piece of paper attached to it.

Piven: I hope that clipboard has BDC's resignation on it.

Aiello: BDC is still your boss Jer, I'd watch what you say.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentleman please welcome the new Co-Vice President of the EWC, Ashton Daniels!!!

Ashton enters the ring and gives Jessica a kiss on the cheek as she then leaves the ring after passing her microphone to him. Ashton takes in the applause for a second before addressing the Mexican audience.

Ashton: MEXICO CITY!!!!!!

Ashton gets a cheap pop from the crowd who go berserk.

Ashton: Are we all ready for a night of extreme entertainment?!

Another huge pop from the crowd.

Aiello: Somewhere BDC will be sat watching this going red with rage.

Piven: Nah he'll be registering to the old peoples home by now with his zimmerframe.

Ashton: Well tonight we have a great show for you, we have some top new talent making their debuts tonight, here in the EWC we look after and nurture out top talent... well most of them... I know BDC has a struggle in his hands in regards to young Xander Kage, but there are some top young guys coming through tonight and of course some old faces like tonight in our main event, Joey Orsome faces Derek Wellings in what will definitely be a big match.

'SECOND COMING....

SECOND COMING....

SECOND COMING!!!'

Aiello: And with the mention of Joey Orsome's name comes the second coming chants, of course Joey has been haunted at the end of his matches by this 'second coming' stuff, who or what it is we're yet to find out.

Ashton: Also I am out here tonight to announce the participants that will be facing each other to win the first gold up for grabs since the return of Extreme Wrestling Corporation, the EWC Tag Team Championships. Next week on Monday Night Brawl it will be a four way tag team match for the Tag Team titles. The four teams will be;

BAD ATTITUDE... A chorus of boos ring around the arena.

HERETIC'S WHISPER... More boos the the Mexico City fans.

THE CARTEL... The stadium fills with cheers for Bel Biggz and Deadeye.

and finally, the newest team in the EWC...

ANGER MANAGEMENT!!!

These four teams will battle it out next week and I can guarantee you that will will crown our first champions since our return here next week in VIVA LAS VEGAS BABY!!!

The crowd goes nuts at the thought of championships being won soon here in the EWC as 'The Fountain' plays throughout the arena once again and Ashton leaves the ring and heads back up the ramp.

Aiello: Well we have our teams for the Tag Team title match next week Jer.

Piven: We sure do and I can't wait for that.

Aiello: However now it's time for our first match of the evening, and I'm sure you haven't heard the last of either of our Vice Presidents here tonight.

[President Mac]

Up on the Tron we cut to the backstage area where a pickup truck full of young men on either side of the cab backs up into the docking area of the arena. A man in a ridiculous sombrero and red white and green striped poncho stands up. 

Man: Mucho gracias, amigos!

Driver: We all speak English, idiot.

The man gives a thumbs up and then steps off the tailgate and onto the concrete and dusts himself off. The work truck speeds away as Bel Biggz tosses the sombrero off to the side. Much like last week, he sneaks into the arena when a man clears his throat.

That man happens to be Bel's opponent for the evening: Matt Shepard.

Shepard: Couldn't have just taken the flight here like the rest of us?

Biggz stops and examines Shepard's face. There is a awkward moment of silence before Bel replies with a sly smile.

Biggz: I lost my ticket.

Shepard: Along with your dignity?

Biggz: We all have to crawl before we can walk.

Bel chuckles.

Shepard: I'm looking forward to our match tonight. 

Impatiently, Bel looks past him. Shepard, not stupid, picks up on the cue.

Shepard: I think I'm speaking for everyone when I ask what is your deal?

Bel looks straight in the eyes of Matt and all the smiles and laughing are gone.

Biggz: And like everyone you want to ask questions that I don't have answers for. I don't know, Matt. How about this? We go out there sometime tonight and wrestle. Maybe I'll show you my sense of dignity and maybe you'll get answers to all your burning questions. If you don't mind, though, I have to go piss in a cup for our esteemed vice president. May I go?

Shepard: Yeah, geez, yeah go ahead...

Bel lifts the poncho off his head and then shoves it into Shepard's arms and walks away.

Shepard: Don't gotta bite my damn head off...

Match One

Damien Kingston

VS 

Justin Stokes

The camera shoots over to Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven, whom are getting their notes ready for another night of Monday Night Brawl.

Aiello: So good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL live from Mexico City, Mexico! Every card in the EWC is stacked and tonight is no different. We have Bel Biggz, undefeated mind you, taking on Matt Shepard, and of course our huge main event tonight, Joey Orsome taking on Derek Wellings. Really exciting stuff tonight Jeremy and what a better place to have it than here in Mexico!

Piven: Oh you said it Joe! I cannot wait for tonight to get started so let's get it rolling with two of the newest editions to EWC, Justin Stokes and Damien Kingston! Should be a great match Joe.

Aiello: I think so, You have the very orthodox, methodical style of Kingston taking on the scrappy brawler Stokes, a great way to start Monday Night Brawl!

In a jam packed arena fans were enjoying another some of the best wrestling that could be provided. All of the sudden the arena lights began to flash colors of white, black, and silver as the opening gutair rifs to "This Is My Life" by Downstait began to fill the arena's speakers. Instantly there was a reaction from the fans in attendance and for the most part it was mostly positive with a few boos in the mix. Moments later Damien Kingston stepped out onto the stage with a half cocked smirk looking out at the fans.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing to you at this time from New York City, New York. Weighing in at 238 pounds and is known as the self-proclaimed Man of Liberty, DAAAMMMIIIIENNN KIIIIINGGGSTON!

By now Damien had started making his way down the ramp. At the very bottom of it he stopped and looked around at the fans there in attendance once again. That smirk of his seemed to grow just a little bit as he nodded his head seemingly okay with the reaction he was getting from them. That's when he took a couple steps forward and pulled himself up onto the ring apron. He stepped through the ring ropes and quickly climbed the turnbuckle to the second rope. He threw his hands up into the air and shouted at the top of his lungs getting the crowd behind him a little more. A few seconds later he got down and walked to the opposite corner leaning against it waiting for his opponent to make their way out next with his music slowly fading out.


The lights in the arena go out.....

"I've watched you change.... into a fly..."

The lights come back on, and on the EWC-Tron the words "No Future" flicker.

Then, Justin Stokes walks out onto the stage. He drops to one knee and stares out at the fans in attendance. Then slowly he gets up and walks down the ramp.

Jessica Stroup: Please welcome at this time, from New York City, New York by way of Birmingham, Alabama, weighing in at 215 pounds, He is "The Only Hope for a Future" Justin Stokes!

He gets to the ring and walks over to the steps. He slowly walks up them, enters the ring and walks over to the corner, where he sits down and waits.

EWC referee Paul Turner signals for the bell and the match gets under way! Stokes immediately comes straight for the right knee of Kingston, but Kingston manages to scurry away and retreat to the opposite corner. Kingston laughs and applauds for Stokes.

Joe: And Stokes has done his homework on Kingston, as he knows that the right knee of Kingston is never 100%. That just shows how physical this business is.

Both men meet in the centre of the ring this time and tie up. After a short period of vying for control, Kingston comes out on top, and drops down with a side headlock. Kingston holds Stokes there for a moment before swinging his legs up and bringing his knees down to the side of Stokes' head. Stokes rolls away clutching his head, and both men rush towards each other again. Kingston goes for a clothesline, but Stokes ducks. Kingston turns around and is caught in the face by a big boot. Stokes wastes no time going for the first pin of the match up.

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Kingston easily powers out, and a split second later both men are tied up again. Kingston gains the upper hand again but Stokes over powers him and sends him bouncing off the ropes. This time its Kingston's turn for a pin as he sunset flips over Stokes for the quick roll up.

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Stokes get a shoulder up, and both men stand, breathing heavily and eyeing each other warily. The crowd roars it's approval.

Piven: A great pace to start the match here, obviously both men deserve their shot in the big time, but can they keep it up?

The men hardly take a break before throwing themselves back in it. Kingston gains control and snap suplexs Stokes over, sending him tumbling over. He follows this up with a jumping elbow to the downed Stokes. Kingston does not go for a pin, but instead looks out at the crowd, grinning from ear to ear.

Aiello: Now this is stupid. Tire your opponent out, pin him, make him work do something!

Piven: Hey, the kid is just enjoying his life, you should try it sometime asshole.

Joe and Jeremy get into it as Stokes struggles back to his feet. Kingston notices this and rushes at him, but is met with a tilt-o-whirl backbreaker. The crowd starts getting into it as Stokes begins to build steam. He climbs to his feet and meets Kingston where the men trade blows. Stokes gains the upper hand, his strikes overpowering Kingston. He sends Kingston off the ropes and charges at him, catching him with a strong elbow to the jaw. Kingston hits the mat, but bounces back up immediately and charges at Stokes, but is met with a huge back body drop. Stokes celebrates momentarily, but is quickly back to work as he wrenches the neck of Kingston. Kingston moans in pain as Stokes works hard at making him tap.

[/b]Paul Turner keeps asking Kingston if he wants to tap, but Kingston is having none of it. Stokes screams at Kingston, and eventually lets him go, hoping he can catch him off guard. Kingston gets to his feet and takes a big swing at Stokes, but misses, and Stokes is waiting with a boot to the gut. He hooks Kingston's arm, lifts him up, and slams him across his back. The sound is thunderous, and the crowd visibly flinches at the pain.

Joe: "The Lost Hope" backbreaker, simply vicious Jeremey, this could be the beginning of the end for Damien Kingston!

Piven: You're telling me! If I were Kingston, I'd be about ready to give up. I certainly would not get up if I were him! Justin Stokes is setting up for something big.

Stokes is yelling at Kingston, begging him to get up. Kingston eventually struggles to his feet, looking quite defeated. Stokes pays no mind as he gathers Kingston in his arms, flips him over, and slams him on his head. The crowd goes crazy!

Joe: And that is "The Lay Out", let me tell you, I have seen hundreds of piledrivers in my day, and Kingston is not moving.

The lights go out and the fans roar in anticipation, the lights stay out for about 30 seconds and when they come back on both Stokes and Kingston are down in the middle of the ring unresponsive with nobody else in sight, the referee looks around confused and reluctantly begins to count.


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Aiello: What is going on here?!



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Piven: Both men are out, that's it.



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10!

The ref calls for the bell and that is it.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been called a double count out and is a draw.

Aiello: Well what ever happened when the lights went off and who ever it is did a job on these two young guys.

Piven: It was a great match, but somebody is playing games here on Monday Night Brawl.

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The show cuts to BDC sat at his desk, clearly angry and brooding that Ashton Daniels and himself were named co-Vice Presidents of EWC. While they share the same power, they don’t share the same office. A knock at the door catches BDC's attention, he looks up angrily.

BDC: Come in.

Derek Wellings: DADDY!

BDC: Oh God no!

The pen BDC is using snaps like a twig. Of all people to visit him, why Derek Wellings! A loud scuffling tears up the carpet as Derek and several stage hands pushed a large wooden crate into his office.

BDC: No, no, no, NO! Get the Hell out Derek, I’m NOT in the mood for you and your shenanigans this week… or any week.

Derek Wellings: But this isn’t any regular shenanigans, and even if this was one of my shenanigans, mine are fun and cheeky. Yours are cruel and tragic. I know EXACTLY how to make you feel better from past week.

BDC: I HIGHLY doubt you have ANYTHING that’ll put me in a good mood. Just get out of my office and take whatever is you guys are dragging with you.

Derek is thrown a crowbar, and he begins to pull out the nails of said large box.

Derek Wellings: I know fine, elderly men like yourself love art. So I thought of the best thing I could get you, my bestest friend.

BDC: I’m not even an acquaintance of yours, you’re an employee. Depending on WHAT that “gift” is, you might not be an employee any longer.

Derek Wellings: TRUST ME, you’ll love it. Took three weeks to make and over $100,000, so it’s TOTALLY worth it Daddy.

BDC: That’s MISTER DEFOE.

Derek struggles with one last nail. He places a foot on it, groans loudly and then flies off as the final nail is pulled out. The gift is revealed to BDC first, who's jaw is hanging open and is clearly shocked. Derek crashed into his desk and raises the crowbar up he stands.

Derek Wellings: TA DA! My eulogy to you, Big Daddy Chris…ogy?

BDC: I… I… I honestly don’t know what to say.

Derek Wellings: Th-

BDC: GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!

The gift is finally revealed. It’s a life size state of Derek Wellings, only the statue is of Derek nude and standing like Michelangelo’s statue of David.

Derek Wellings: Why can’t you love my gift…[/i]

BDC: It’s creepy, it’s gross, it’s definitely too much information I mean I’m pretty sure it’s NOT anatomically correct.

Derek Wellings: Yes it is.

BDC: I REALLY don't want to know . . .

He pointed over at the crotch of the statue which wasn’t in view of the camera.

Derek Wellings: Okay… I’ll admit that I asked the artists embellish the truth a little. But I know you!

BDC: No, you do not.

Derek Wellings: I know you’re an art lover-

BDC: Not that kind of art. That’s just wrong.

Derek Wellings: Whatever, I stood naked in a cold room for that statue, just for you. The least you can do is thank me for spending money on you.

BDC: If it gets rid of you, thank you. GET OUT.

Derek Wellings: Wait, I have something else that’s important.

BDC groans angrily and loudly.[/color]

Derek Wellings: Look, ol’ buddy and bestest friend of mine. I’m happy I got the Main Event tonight, that’s just plain, awesome. But I’m also angry, because you or Ash or Mac haven’t said ANYTHING about me being Number THREE in the Rumble in the Bronx. I mean if you happen to convince them to making me number three in the Rumble in the Bronx, I’d be eternally grateful. I need to prove to everyone in EWC that I’m worthy of being EWC Champion come December. After I’m done with Joey Orsome tonight, I want to know if I’m #3 in the Rumble in the Bronx. Give me some good news, bestest friend of mine.

BDC: Why should I… YES. I’ll give you the permission but you HAVE to get Ashton to say yes as well. Go convince Ashton as you did me, but you have to do it next week, in the middle of the ring.

Derek Wellings: Is he friendly?

BDC: VERY.

Quickly runs out of BDC’s office as he looks at the state with a face of utter contempt and grimace. Meanwhile, Jeremy Piven is trying not to die from laughter while Joe Aiello is horrified.

Joe Aiello: THIS?! YOU CONVINCED DEREK TO DO THIS?!

Jeremy Piven: Of course! I convinced Derek to do this with a simple “I dare you” and look what we got? Big Daddy Cockbreath should be thanking me that I have managed to get Derek Wellings out of his life and to bother Ashton Daniels instead.

Joe Aiello: You realize children watch this show right?

Jeremy Piven: How dare you censor true art?

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

Match Two

Richard Dweck

VS 

Stephanie "Trinity" Finochio

The ring bell tolls several times as the fans cheer. Trinity is already in the ring, ready for action.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, in the ring already, standing five feet and six inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and twenty one pounds, from San Juan, Puerto Rico: Stephanie "TRINITY!" Finochio

She throws a few fists at the camera before raising her right hand up in the air. Several men make cat calls at her.

Joe Aiello: Welcome back from the commercial break and a chance at redemption for this young lady. Last week, Trinity would face off with Matt Shepard and Richard Dweck in a Triple Threat match. Luckily, she didn’t get pinned by either man.

Jeremy Piven: I’m pretty sure every guy here wouldn’t mind pinning Trinity. But you are right, last week on Brawl Matt Shepard would prove to be the better of the three. He pinned Richard Dweck, which was the wrong person in my eyes. But this week they have a chance redeem themselves.

”Move Along” by the All American Rejects hits the PA System.

Jessica Stroup: And making his way to the ring. From New Jersey, standing five feet nine inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds, he is RICHARD DWECK!

The cameras pan around looking for Richard at the entrance, but he comes out through the crowd high fiving and partying with several fans. Once Richard is at ringside, he hops over the barricade and dashes and jumps onto the ring apron ala The Miz and climbs into the ring then salutes a peace sign to the crowd. He looks at Trinity and puts his game face on.

Joe Aiello: Once again, Richard Dweck makes his entrance from the crowd and they love him. Not a lot of men these days have the courage to come through the crowd, and he’s not afraid of showing his commitment to make their way to the ring. Luckily for him, Richard Dweck has a chance at redemption this week. Last week he was pinned by Matt Shepard, this week he has a chance to avenge that loss by pinning Trinity, the woman who wasn’t involved in last week’s Triple Threat Match.

Jeremy Piven: Hopefully we get a bit of a show, if Richard pins Trinity. But that again, getting pinned by Trinity isn’t such a bad idea either. I guess it doesn’t matter who wins, everyone comes out a winner after all.

The two circle around each other in the ring, then snap. Trinity gets the offense first, and delivers a knee to Richards gut. He doubles over, and Trinity slams her elbows into Dwecks face several times pressing him against the ropes. She attempts to whip him, but her opponent counters and whips her across the ring. Trinity comes back at him, and ducks under a Clothesline attempt, bounces off the ropes again and lands a Flying Crossbody, and hooks the leg!

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Richard gets a shoulder up. She pulls her opponent up behind her, but Richard gets a knee in her gut. He stands up and lands several Karate Strikes on Trinity over her body. He then trips her, and grabs her knee and slams it on the canvas. She yells out, and Richard grabs her leg, places a foot behind her knee and stomps on the back of her knee.

Joe Aiello: that’s smart thinking on Richard Dwecks part. He’s attack that leg of her to make an opening.

Jeremy Piven: That’s not bad, but she can still do what I plan for her on her knees or on her back.

Joe Aiello: You’re a dog…

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, I know.

Grabbing ahold of her leg, Dweck picks her leg up and kicks it several times before spinning around it and dropping a knee on her knee. Trinity yells out and tries fighting back but Richard isn’t fazed. He pulls her up, and slams her head first into the canvas with an STO. Still over his opponent, Richard began to kick and stomp on her knees, Trinity attempts to get to the ropes but she’s pulled back into the ring, lifted up by her leg and slammed knee first on the canvas. Once more, Dweck grabs his opponent’s leg and started to lock in a Figure Four Leg Lock. Trinity yells loudly and squirms around in pain. Even though her knee has been worked over, she manages to get to the ropes.

Joe Aiello: Trinity has put up great fight. She’s out of the Figure Four, but she needs to becareful.

Jeremy Piven: Dweck is a great technical wrestler, he’s knows he has to beat down his opponent to assert his dominance over the EWC Locker Room.

Richard breaks up submission; he stands up and tries pulling Trinity away from the ropes. However she fights back and kicks him in the face several times. After several strikes, Trinity gets free and manages to get to her feet. Favoring her leg, she hobbles over and Backhand Chops Richard hard, he spins around and hits a European Uppercut.

Stunned, Richard backs away from his opponent. Trinity drivers her shoulder into her opponents gut, he jumps back and Trinity then lands a Flying Shoulder Tackle, toppling her bigger opponent. Acting quickly, Trinity kicks her opponent’s shoulders hard, weakening him. Snaking his arm around her leg, she drops her knee on her opponent’s shoulder. Not letting up on her opponent, Trinity delivers several elbow strikes to Richard’s shoulder.

Pulling Richard away by his arm, Trinity gets him dead center in the ring and slaps on her signature Fujiwara Armbar. Desperate to escape, Richard flails around and tries to get to the ropes, screaming in pain.

Joe Aiello: The Fujiwara Armbar! She wants to break his arm and stop his momentum!

Jeremy Piven: That kitty has claws! I’d love to see how ferocious she can really be, this has to be just a warm up for her.

Unable to escape, Richard reaches over and punches her in the face several times. After four blows, Trinity releases her opponent. The referee begins counting and gets to six by the time both are back on their feet and able to continue. The take their time meeting together, Richard kicks her in the gut. He then whips her to the corner near them, mounts her and delivers several punches.


As Richard puts Trinity up on the ropes, she fights back! There’s still fight in this young woman and she won’t give in. She pushes her opponent off the turnbuckle and he hits the canvas hard. The crowd cheers as she slowly stands up, blows them a kiss and hits a Fall From Grace! Trinity takes a moment to look at the crowd, leans back over and hooks a leg.



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TWO!...


THREE!!!

The referee helps her stand up, trying not to stand and put too much weight on her leg. Once she’s up, her hand is raised high victoriously.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, TRINITY!

Joe Aiello: Fantastic job by Trinity! Even though she’s smaller than her male opponent and took a bit of a more harsh beating, Trinity overcame the odds and is victorious!

Jeremy Piven: Yes she is, but let’s not forget how hard her opponent fought. Richard Dweck gave her everything he had, but ultimately he couldn’t beat her.

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~~ The tron lights up with a close-up of the Australian flag colors on the back of Brock Whitworth. The camera pans out to position Brock on the left side of the screen and on the right showing black carpet under brown lockers with MadDawg, wearing black boots, pants and a shirt that reads Anger Management in red letters, standing in front on one of the lockers. MadDawg peers over his left shoulder slowly to take sight of Brock. MadDawg turns around and walks straight up to Brock, just inches from his face. Brock opens his lips to start speaking but is cut off when MadDawg lifts his right hand and begins himself. ~~

Before you say anything, remember that you and I have unsettled business.

Oh you are right Dawg but that is in our past. We will settle our business in the future, at a date yet to come. Now I know we got to be partners at Rampage but I don't need you as my partner and I damn sure don't need you thinking you are some savior or something.

~~ MadDawg takes a small step back, still starring at Brock but this time quizzically. MadDawg seems to be examining Brock before he starts speaking. ~~

What in the damn hell are you so angry about? Why do you walk around here so angry for? You walk around here mad. Your faced all squinced up. ~~ Makes some squinched faces for 3 seconds, mocking Brock. ~~ What's all that about? What are you so angry for? Last week you attacked me and you are going on and being paired with me on Friday Night Rampage. You should be happy. Go eat some ice cream. Go and make yourself a ham and cheese sandwich. Hell ~~ Mocking Australian accent ~~ Go and put some shrimp on the barbie, mate. ~~ Returning to normal. ~~ Go do something but don't be angry. And just so you know, just so we are clear, I am not here to be your savior. That is the last thing I ever want to do. What I want to do, is what you and I are going to do on Friday night and that's take Stryker and Tomkins and whoop their asses all over Mexico City.

Oh we are clear!

~~ Brock turns around and walks out of the locker room as MadDawg continues to stare in his direction. ~~

Aiello: I hope those two can pull it together for Rampage or Bad Attitude will continue their winning streak.

Piven: I don't know what you saw but it looks like they have a mutual understanding.

Aiello: If they put their differences aside for the match with Bad Attitude, we could be sitting front row seeing something great take form.

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We join co Vice President BDC in his office, just before Monday night Brawl goes to commercial. He is dressed in a grey Armani suit, and is sitting behind his desk. Sitting opposite him is his young protégé, Xander “All the Rage” Kage. Xander has a British Lions rugby jersey on, and a black pair of tracksuit bottoms. His head is heavily bandaged, and his right eye is black and swollen.

BDC: Well kid, I’m surprised Ashton hasn’t pulled a fast one and tried to get you in some nonsensical match tonight.

Kage: Well, he’s the boss – well, co boss - no offence sir, so I’d have gone and done my bit if told innit.

BDC shakes his head in frustration.

BDC: No Xander, he’s not. He’s just a jumped up, snot nosed punk that has stuck his nose into business that simply does not concern him. And look at you. For god sakes man, you are in no fit state to fight anyone. No, it’s not happening.

Kage: With all due respect sir, that really isn’t your decision. I am here to make a name for myself by doing things the right way. I need to earn the locker room’s respect. I can’t do that if you keep trying to baby me – again, all due respect like.

BDC puts his face in his hands and sighs. Eventually, he sits up, and loosens his tie.

BDC: Kid, I respect your guts, I really do, but don’t you see – Ashton will use you to get to me. He hasn’t got the testicular fortitude to do it like a man, so he has to do it legally. He doesn’t care if you get hurt. I do.

Xander stands up slowly, and grasps his injured ribs.

Kage: Sir, I appreciate everything you are doing for me, I really do, but, I’ve got to be a man, you know? I’m tagging with Jay Cee this week on Rampage, and I’m in the main event! Broken ribs or not, I will be there, and I will fight. If Mr Ashton tells me I have to fight tonight, well, I will fight.

BDC stands up, reaches his hand over for Kage to shake, which he does instantly.

BDC: I know kid, I know. Listen, you do what you’ve got to do. I’m proud of you, even if I think you are being stupid, but hey, this is your career, and I said I’d guide and help you. That being said, I have a bit more advice for you. Don’t trust Jay Cee. I know him well, and while we are cool now, I really, REALLY don’t like him. If given the chance, he will spit on your face and leave you to the lions. Sure, he’s dancing with the angels at the moment, but he’s more than capable of jumping in the flames with demons. So yeah, watch your back.

Kage: Well I don’t know about that sir, but I’ll take your advice on board. Thanks for your time.

BDC: Any time. Hey, do me a favour will you?

Kage: Yes?

BDC: Keep a ear out for any shenanigans that Ashton may be up to tonight will you?

Kage: Sure thing sir.

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[President Mac]

Match Three

John Jones
VS
David Dreadful

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL!

Quoth The Raven begins to play as the lights flashes. All the eyes are on the stage as we see David Dreadful appear on the stage. His eyes pierce the crowd as they look on. David takes off his black leather jacket and begins to advance toward the ring.

Stroup: "From Chicago Illinois, Weighing in at 216 pounds, "The Outcast" David Drrrreeeeaaaaaadffullllllll"

David walks down the ramp. Eyes locked on the ring as he passes through the sea of people on each side of him. Some people don't know if they should boo this man or not. Dreadful pays no mind to them and slides into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and leans into it before pushing off and raising a fist in the air followed by a a loud yell which cuts the music and returns the lights back to normal.

The lights dim…
The crowd scream…
“THE CHAMP IS HERE…THE CHAMP IS HERE…THE CHAMP IS HERE…”
The immortal line of Ali echoes throughout the arena as gold tinted spotlight lightsup a circle of the stage…
The TitonTron begins to show footage of John Jones both training and his previous MMA and wrestling matches. Jones walks out into the spotlight on the stage and as the song begins its first verse, Jones points to the ring then raises his hand up high before slamming his palm onto the stage setting off gold pyro down the ramp. The gold tinted arena lights flash on, bathing the arena in gold. Walking to the ring, Jones ignores the majority of the crowd until he starts a verbal war with a fan booing him before jumping onto the apron and into the ring. Here he paces around until the bell rings…

Stroup: And his opponent, from London, England, now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada… John Jonnneeeesssss!!!


Aiello: John Jones will be looking for a bit of credibilty here tonight after being beaten in a tag match last week by rival Derek Wellings and following the match being put through a table by Wellings.

Piven: Yeah not a great week last week for Jones who had previously been on somewhat of a roll.

The bell rings as John Jones and David Dreadful lock up in a grappling position. However, John being the stronger man he forcefully pushes David back. John quickly goes on the offensive, grabbing David as he sends knee after knee to his gut. John lifts David up, putting him in a suplex position. He then hits a vertical suplex with force and aggression. A smirk crawled to his lips as he pulled David straight up, obviously not finished with him yet. John then hits a aggressive lariat that basically turns David inside out, almost knocking him out. John lifts up David, hitting him with an aggressive attack to the gut with his knee.

Aiello: What power and brutality we’re seeing from John Jones in the early goings of this particular match.

Piven: I’m almost certain that Jones had the match in the early going the series of moves he had.

John lifts up David as he hits a gorilla front press slam with aggression behind it. He smirks as he lifts up David, sending him into the turnbuckle. He then hits multiple shoulder thrusts, showcasing his massive strength, obviously. He then lifts David up as he hits a spinning neckbreaker, bringing him down with force behind it. John irish whips David as he lifts him up and brings him down with a massive swinging side slam with force unlike any other. John quickly begin to cover David.


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David kicks out as John quickly picks him right up. He then lifts her up in a suplex position but David had enough sense to get out of it. David backs up as he hits a perfect dropkick, laying John out on his back very swiftly. David gets John off of his feet as he then positioned himself to hit a neckbreaker with force. David gets on the turnbuckle as John decides to stand up in a daze. He turns around as David hits a flying crossbody, clashing into John’s body. David gets up with a smirk on his face as he then gets behind John. He then hits a german suplex with brute force.

Aiello: What a turn around for David Dreadful!

Piven: We need to see how much longer could he keep it up.

David gets John off of his feet as he then hits a spinning back fist, hitting him square in the face. He then hits a lariat on John, following it up with a back breaker, smirking along the way. He picks up John yet again as he prepared. He then hits a deadlift suplex, showcasing his strength. John gets up in a daze as David hits a springboard clothesline with speed and force. He quickly makes the cover.

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John powers out as David picks John up by the head, hitting a swinging DDT with aggressive force. John gets up as David hits his signature move, Impaler DDT with brute force. This only means one thing, that the end was near. David gets John up with a smirk on his fasce. He then hits TRICK OR TREAT DRIVER! He then makes a cover right after hitting the move.


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3!!!
Aiello: The bell rings and Dreadful picks up another victory over a game John Jones who may still be feeling a bit from last week.

Dreadful's music hits the PA system as Jones gets rolled out of the ring by an official and Dreadful celebrates another victory.

Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall... DAVID DREADFUL!!!!


Winner: David Dreadful

Piven: Impressive Dreadful, that's two weeks in a row now and the impressive performance in the six man tag match before that. 

Aiello: Yeah the locker room is on notice now for sure and Dreadful will be starting to think about title week after this performance.

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The show cuts backstage where we see Ashton Daniels down the corridor still with the clipboard in hand from earlier. He bumps into Joey Orsome who is in the main event later tonight.

Ashton: Hey Joey, nice to meet you.

Ashton puts his hand out to Orsome who looks at Ashton in plain disgust and doesn't shake his hand.

Ashton: Ok, like that then is it, you know you don't want too many enimies in this business Joey and i know you don't have many friends.

Orsome: Who needs friends when your as awesome as i am, i'm in the main event, hell i am the main event. Put it this way Ash, you need me, more than i need you!

Ashton: Oh that's right is it, well i tell you what, you enjoy your match out there tonight yeah, i'll be watching... oh and Mr. Orsome, i hope there's no second coming tonight.

Orsome: Whatever!

Orsome pushes past Ashton knocking his clipboard out of his hand and continues walking back to his locker room leaving Ashton looking with a quizzical look on his face as we go back to the arena with Joe and Jeremy at ringside.

Aiello: Hmm, Ashton not impressed with the arrogant Joey Orsome, we'll be seeing him in the main event tonight.

Piven: Joey doesn't care what anybody thinks of him, his focus is soley on the EWC title and Ashton can play mind games all you like, when this whole second coming thing comes to light, he'll take care of it.

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial Break<<<



***Coming soon***

Match Four

NO DQ Match

Nick Wadden

VS

Justin Harmony

Aiello: Up next is the grudge match that has been building for several weeks between Justin Harmony and Nick Wadden, which all began on the return of the EWC at the 400th episode of Brawl, when Harmony left Wadden on his own in a tag team match to get pinned.

Piven: And Harmony has ben pitching for this match ever since, well be careful what you wish for Justin.

Aiello: And of course it's a no disqualification match.

"Hi Haters" plays throughout the PA system as Justin Harmony enters the curtains. The crowd roars as they boo him basically out of the arena. He raises his right arm as pyros flare up. He walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face while having a little swagger in his step.

Jessica Stroup: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is a no disqualification match, first making his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida, weighing 219lbs... Justin Harmony!!!

He seeks the opportunity and he just walks up the stairs. He enters the ring, raising his arm up with pyros yet again flaring up at the same time. The arena goes dark as Get Up by Skrillex featuring Korn begins to blare. As the bass hits, Red, Gold and Green lights start flickering around the arena and WADDEN in big letters appear on the screen. Out from the back comes Nick Wadden with a hoody on. He's also wearing long black pants. it reads "Wadden" on the back of his hoody.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing 249lbs... Nick Wadden!!!

Nick begins to walk down the ramp disregarding the crowd as he slides into the ring, removes his hoody and throws it over the top rope. The referee calls for the bell and the match begins.

Aiello: Here we go, this should be a violent match.

Piven: Here's for hoping!

Both men square up in the middle of the ring and lock up, Harmony kicks Wadden in the stomach and goes for a swinging neckbreaker, however Wadden counters and rolls Harmony up...
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Wadden grabs the rope for leverage.

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The referee calls for the bell and Wadden quickly exits the ring and Harmony cannot believe it.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall... NICK WADDEN!!!

Winner: Nick Wadden

Aiello: I can't believe it!

Piven: NOOO, i can't believe this, that has to be a record.

Harmony has his head in his hands as Wadden backs up the ramp with a massive grin on his face looking down at Harmony and taunting him. All of a sudden 'Nightmare' by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA system and Mike Tomkins and Adam Stryker come out through the crowd either side of the ring, both men have a black t-shirt on with PWX written across it. They walk down the steps, Tomkins has a kendo stick in hand and Stryker has a chair in hand as they make their way quickly through the crowd. Harmony sets himself ready for what seems like an attack.

Aiello: What are these guys doing out here?!

Piven: There coming to get themselves some Joe... we need to see someone take a beating, we are due it after all.

They hop over the barricade and prepare to enter the ring from either side, Stryker gets up on the the apron and Harmony goes to knock him down, but Tomkins slides in and attacks Harmony with the kendo stick on his back. The crowd can't believe what they are seeing but there are cheers in the crowd mainly for the violence. Stryker steps into the ring and takes his turn on Harmony with the steel chair smashing it across the back of Harmony. Tomkins opens up on Harmony hitting him on the arms and legs while Stryker works on the back.

Aiello: This is criminal! Someone stop this!

Piven: No, let them go, this is great.

Tomkins pulls up a defenceless Harmony and Strker cracks the steel chair over his skull busting him open. Stryker then pulls a lifeless body up and sets up for THE ORIGINAL END by hitting a Canadian backbreaker Rack with Tomkins going to the top rope and and dropping an elbow onto the throat of Harmony who starts coughing up blood from his mouth.

Aiello: Oh my god, Harmony is done!

Piven: Bad Attitude indeed... they are making a statement ahead of next weeks Tag Team title match.

Both men stand over a beaten Harmony as their music hits again and they hold their weapons in the air after laying their PWX shirts over the body of Harmony.

Piven: Total annihilation!

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Bangarang by Skrillex plays and after the intro kicks in out steps The Elite Jay Cee. The crowd start cheering as the former EWC Champion raises his arms to the crowd.

Dressed in a blue pin-striped suit and a microphone in hand Jay lapse up every second of this ovation from the sold out crowd. Jay lifts the microphone in the air to signal he is ready to begin. The crowd take a while to settle down but Jay doesn't mind. After a chant of Jay Cee finishes, Jay puts the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.

“Mexico City.....Welcome....to.....the.....show!!!”

The capacity crowd start cheering once again.

“Now it has been a long time but man it feels good to be back. People say New York is the place to be but to all my Elitees in the south of the boarder....Mexico City is the city that does not sleep.”

The crowd erupt and a Jay Cee chant starts echoing throughout the EWC stadium.

“You guys are ready to party and I know I am not scheduled to fight tonight but I could not stay away from Monday night Brawl. Now I owe you all an apology. I am sorry, I am sorry you do not get to see the Elite in action tonight, I am sorry you have such a mediocre main event and I am sorry I am not yet your EWC Champion. Now with that said, this brings me...to Shadow Man.”

The crowd erupt at the mention of the legends name.

“Shadow, the real story of last week was not title week, it was not the return of Rampage and it sure in hell was not about the battle of the Vice Presidents, Clean versus Extreme. The real story was Jay Cee and Shadow Man. Now this was the real story but what I do not understand is why? Shadow Man, what happened to you? You make a glorious return to the ring and you get taken out. You think that you are ready to enter the Rumble in the Bronx? Let alone as the number two entrant. You waltz down the ramp, limp into the ring and go face to face with the new legend? Shadow Man, I come to this ring, week in, week out and I fight, I earn my spot at the top. You turn up, break your toe and you can't wrestle for twelve years? You are supposed to be a hardcore legend. You got taken out by James Kash. I don't even know who the hell he is but he took out the man who has done everything. Shadow Man, in two months time you and I will face off in this ring to find out who is the best in the EWC but there has to be something in your taco filled head thinking, do I still have it? Shadow Man, I respect you and I respect everything you have given to the EWC but this is not 2008 any more. This is the time of Jay Cee. The year of the Elite. Two months time Shadow Man. Two months of you sitting at home watching Jay Cee kick ass. Two months. Shadow Man.......I can't wait.”

Jay chucks the microphone down as his music begins to play once again. Jay waves at the crowd before heading to the back.

[President Mac]

Aiello: Well we've just heard from the former champ, who will make his return to Friday Night Rampage this Friday night.

Piven: That will be an amazing main event after what has gone down these last two weeks on Brawl.

Aiello: It'll of course be the debut of Heretic's Whisper as a tandum too.

Piven: It's always great to see the former champ on Brawl and as he looks ahead to the Rumble in the Bronx with Shadow man among others, up next Joe.

Aiello: Yep, let's head over to lovely jessica once again.

 Match Five

Bel Biggz
VS
Matt Shepard

Jessica Stroup: The following matched is schedule for one fall to the finish. First, weighing in at 215 pounds, MATT SHEPARD!!

Born to Run" assaults the building and Shepard steps out from behind the curtain. He gives a modest nod to the crowd and makes his way to the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring. He gives a shy wave to the crowd before heading to his corner, awaiting the opening bell.

Giorgio Moroder's "The World Is Mine" takes over the PA system.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, hailing from Las Vegas Nevada and weighing in at 220 pounds, representing The Cartel, this is Bel Biggz!

Bel saunters out to the ring methodically, focused on one thing, the match. No smiles, no high fives, and no pandering to the people. He seems to be in a trance like state as he walks up the steel steps onto the apron. Emotion, euphoria, happens when he touches the ring ropes and enters the squared circle to face off with his opponent.

The screen begins to blur with static interference. Then writing begins to form as if it were being type in front of our eyes.

Aiello: Wait... what's this...

“Do not adjust your set. It is not broken. This is part of the Master Plan. The Takeover is imminent. The PWX have come to take over everything. The end has begun.”

The screen refocuses to show Adam Stryker and Michael Tomkins wearing matching black t-shirts that say “PWX = #BadAttitude”. Stryker pulls out a Marlboro and lights it. Tomkins turns away so that his back faces the camera.

Stryker: There is word of a tag team tournament coming up. For those that know us, you will understand that we do well in tag team tournaments. But that is beside the point.

Tomkins: We do not hold to any conventions. Fame and success is not what we are about.

Stryker: We are here to break free from the norm.

Tomkins: We are here to mess things up.

Stryker: Anarchy.

Tomkins: Mayhem.

Stryker: The end.

Tomkins: Enjoy your precious EWC while you can.

Stryker: It won’t last. Not like this. Not as it has for the last 16 years.

Tomkins: The only thing in this business that will last forever is a Bad Attitude.

Stryker: The Bad Attitude.

Tomkins: God bless.

The screen fades. The message comes once more.

“Do not adjust your set. It is not broken. This is part of the Master Plan. The Takeover is imminent. The PWX have come to take over everything. The end has begun.”

Aiello: These guys are dead set on ruining Bel Biggz, they want those Tag Team titles bad.

Piven: And i'd put money on them getting them too, there trying to get into Bel's head... we know Deadeye isn't here tonight.


Aiello: Well this next match was scheduled to be an exhibition between two fan favorite wrestlers here and nothing more but what went down earlier tonight has made this awfully interesting. Matt Shepard has seemingly called Bel Biggz out for screwing around essentially and for the first time, Bel showed some emotion referring to what he has to do every week to prove to management that he wants to be here.

Piven: Alright, well Matt has a point. He may be a naïve little rookie but well, we never know what we’re going to get out of Bel performance wise. One week, he looks like he belongs. Or we saw what we saw against Sabol. That man looked high.

Aiello: He won the match, though. And you have a point, too. Just what “Bel” are we going to see tonight and will Matt Shepard be able to continue his momentum. Or will the undefeated Bel Biggz remain just so?

The bell rings as both men circle each other. Bel smiles as Shepard and extends his hand out. Shepard looks to the crowd for a sign whether he should trust him Shepard gives Bel the benefit of the doubt and shakes his hand and … nothing bad happens.

Aiello: Sometimes you can’t just expect the worst!

Collar and elbow tie up. Bel quickly latches onto Matt’s arm and takes him over with an arm drag. Shepard sits back against the ropes and shakes his head.

Aiello: Shepard is new and he is a brawler. Judging from Bel’s tapes, he favored technical wrestling. Shepard does not want to take the chance that Bel gets on a roll here.

Piven: What tapes? The ones from 1994?

Shepard applauds Bel’s efforts before they lock up once more. Biggz forces Shepard’s same arm into a wringer. He twists and torques that arm around and flips Shepard onto his back. He keeps the arm held in an armbar but Shepard is too fresh and gets up and shoves Bel into the ropes. As Biggz comes back, Shepard catches him in the chest with the point of his elbow. Bel retreats into the corner and Shepard perhaps a little bothered by earlier this evening follows Bel into the corner and starts to stomp a mudhole. Referee Earl Hebner has to pull Shepard away before he uncharacteristically disqualifies himself. Shepard obliges before returning back to Bel as the veteran shakily gets to his feet. Shepard irish whips the man out of the corner. Reversal. Shepard’s back slams into the turnbuckle cover and he stumbles out right into a back body drop from Biggz!

Aiello: Bel is forcing Shepard into a very basic wrestling match that may be taking the rookie out of his element.

Piven: What the hell is Bel doing now?

Instead of going for any cover, Bel leans against the ropes staring out into the crowd. Shepard rolls out of the ring to regain his composure. Shepard carefully paces around the outside of the ring as the referee counts him out. Matt is now cool and composed even as he rolls back into the ring after the referee’s count hits nine!

In what seems like a restart button being pressed, the two competitors circle each other once more and lock up.

Aiello: This is a very old school match. I see this as a feeling out process.

Piven: Yeah, you like seeing two blokes feeling each other out.

Shepard maybe a little crazy to want to play Bel’s game, puts Bel down into a side headlock. He tightens down the hold like vise and then brings Biggz down to the mat with a headlock takeover.

Aiello: Maybe Shepard had to wrestle down some steer like this…

Piven: The hell are you talking about?

Aiello: Come on, don’t you read people’s bios?

Shepard senses a comeback so he nips it in the bud and pulls Bel up. He goes into a front facelock, slings Bel’s arm over his shoulder and lifts him into the air. The crowd counts seconds off …

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4!

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… before Shepard hits a powerful vertical suplex off the delay! Shepard drags Bel to the middle of the ring and takes a gander at the target Bel’s knee brace is. He looks around again at the crowd for approval but well, they’d probably cheer someone dying in the ring. Submission is a clean victory so Shepard thinks back to some basic training and grabs Bel’s bad wheel and applies a single leg crab on Biggz!

Aiello: Shepard has gotta get over thinking if what he is doing in the ring is okay. This is competition. As long as you ain’t breaking rules, you’re fine with me!

Piven: You pussy. I say Shepard should smack this asshole in the face with a steel chair.

Bel is smack dab into the middle of the ring and Shepard sits back on the older man’s back for more pressure as if willing Bel’s leg out of its socket. Bel is forced to slither and crawl on the canvas to a possible rope break.

Hebner is in Bel’s face asking him if he wants to throw in the towel.

He crawls closer and closer…

Bel reaches out and his fingers just miss it. He’s gotta get closer but Shepard pulls and wrenches at the leg. The crowd cheers on both men in a split decision as Biggz finally grabs onto the ropes to force a break of the hold!

Aiello: That may not have done it for Shepard but his victory could only be inevitable now.

Shepard quickly breaks the hold before Hebner even gets to two. Bel retreats to a corner and Shepard whips him out. Reversal… but this time as Shepard catches him on the turnbuckle and telegraphs the back body drop. He fires back at Biggz and puts him to the mat with a big boot to the shoulder! Matt goes old school and grabs one of Bel’s legs and falls back executing a stump puller! Bel tries to scurry away, holding his knee, but Shepard wants another victory. He feels that Bel doesn’t have a leg to stand on anymore. He wants a Jacknife and he may just get is as he grabs onto the scruff of Bel’s curly mop. Suddenly there is a spurt of energy from Bel …

A THUMB TO THE EYE!!

And Bel uses the front of Shepard’s trunks to toss him over between the second and third ropes and out of the ring! Shepard’s body hits the concrete with a resounding thud!

Piven: Hey I like that! Do what you what you gotta do.

Hebner lectures Bel who looks at him with a blank dazed look in his eyes. Suddenly the expression changes and he backs up … perhaps deciding to something insanely stupid for a wrestler in his shape. The crowd chants his name though and perhaps Bel feels obligated. Shepard gets to his feet and is suddenly met with Bel sloppily vaults over the top rope and slams his body into Shepard. Shepard’s back collides against the barricade.

Aiello: Wow, what a move from Bel Biggz!

Piven: I don’t know what’s uglier. That or when that other old son of a bitch Deadeye does shit like this.

Hebner has no choice to begin the count.

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Bel is up and perhaps he realizes that some cheaper tactics are needed to overcome this obstacle. He braces himself on his good foot and puts other foot into the throat of Shepard as he sits against the barricade.

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Bel pulls Shepard up and rolls him into the ring. His knee buckles and he goes to it…


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And barely, just barely, Biggz rolls back in himself. He sees Shepard laying prone in the middle of the ring and follows up on the assault with a knee drop, using his knee brace into Matt’s throat.

Bel favors his knee momentarily before slinging his arm over Matt’s chest for a very late first pinfall attempt!

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With an amazing show of fortitude, Shepard kicks out with great power still left in him!

Aiello: We have a lot of matches that showcase a more hardcore style here but seeing that knee brace going against Shepard’s throat made me squeamish even.

Piven: You pussy… of all the stuff we see and you balk over that!?

Biggz feels it … he brings Shepard to his feet, irish whip and he wants a dropkick … and he totally whiffs as Shepard smartly holds onto the ropes. Shepard seizes the advantage and leafs through the basic wrestling playbook again before quickly deciding on cinching the classic figure four leglock! Bel lays on his back very soon after to relive some of the pain but Hebner is on it …


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Bel shoots his shoulder and the pain is back tenfold! Bel fights not to submit. He tries to roll the move over but Shepard has the power here. Bel’s body is old and broken while Shepard hasn’t even begun to realize his potential. Bel desperately tries to swipe at Shepard’s face but It bears no frut.

He lies back down again.

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Just barely, he rolls his shoulder up. Shepard sets back wrenching on the hold viciously.

Aiello: This is the second time Shepard has had Bel in an extended submission on that knee. I’m very impressed with the man’s adaptation skills.

Piven: Maybe that old man is too stupid to tap. This match doesn’t mean nothing. He’s got a part to play in the tag team title match and he is playing with this little suck up Shepard instead of just moving on.

Aiello: Believe it or not, some people just don’t believe in giving up.


Bel takes a deep breath and then sits up quickly as Shepard sits up back up to readjust the hold. This time Bel rakes the eyes. The hold breaks and both competitors are up slowly. Shepard is still fresher and cuts Bel off with a knee. He goes for his powerbomb finisher again but Bel grabs both legs for a takedown and in a brief flashback to twenty years ago, he flips over with a jackknife pinning combination!

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Shepard kicks out!

Shepard is still quicker to his feet and Bel is all wobbly legged. Shepard hits one, two and three knee lifts to the gut for good measure and pulls Bel up for the Jacknife. There is a split second where Bel’s weight buckles Shepards knees as Bel’s legs are over Shepard’s shoulders. Bel looks down and then gouges at Shepard’s eyes with his thumbs. Shepard’s scream of pain echoes throughout the arena as releases the hold. Bel drops to his knees. Shepard turns his back on Bel. Like a snake Bel sneaks behind Shepard and rolls him up school boy style.


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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, by pinfall and still undefeated in the EWC... BEL BIGGZ!!!


Winner: Bel Biggz

Aiello: In a dubious fashion, Bel finds a way to win again and this time young Matt Shepard was the victim.

Piven: I think Bel is a dumb shit as well but I almost think Matt underestimated him.

Aiello: How so? Shepard wrestled a solid match and only because of Bel cutting corners did he lose. If anything, I think that Shepard may have said something that made Bel go for such vicious measures.

Bel quietly slinks away without even celebrating as Matt is left in the ring favoring his eyes and wondering what just happened.

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

 

Aiello: So it's time for our massive main event tonight, of course we look forward to Friday Night Rampage next week, but before then we have next week's, that's right, next weeks Monday Night Brawl, it's great to say that again isn't it Jer.

Piven: It really is, it's great to have Rampage back again and this main event should be an epic, with Joey Orsome undefeated still and Derek Wellings off the back of that tag team win last week and the revenge by finally putting John Jones through a table to even things up a little.

Aiello: So let's head over to our lovely ring announcer Jessica for the introductions.

Jessica Stroup: It's time for your main event of the evening.

Derek Wellings makes his entrance to an incredible ovation. His years away from the ring haven't gone ignored as the fans are still behind him. With a stern face, Derek walks towards the ring. As he hears it, Derek increases his speed and slides in. Then in two movements he hops onto his feet and pounds on his shoulder and awaits his opponent.

Piven: This guy is such an idiot.

The arena goes black as the chilling chants of Shadow Moses kick in. The arena stays black as the lyrics finish (We're going nowhere). As the heavy riff hits in pyros flash into the roof of the arena revealing a black shadowy figure in the centre of the entrance. The lights come back on as Joey, with his hands held together down towards his waistline slowly walks down to the ring. He doesn't acknowledge any fans as he reaches the ring steps. Before he steps onto the steps he whips his hood from atop his head and makes his way into the ring.

Jessica Stroup: This match is scheduled for one fall, first in the corner to my left, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 280lbs... DEREK WELLINGS!!! 

Wellings panders to the crowd.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent in the corner to my right, from San Diego, California. Weighing in at 240 pounds. JOEY ORSOME!!

Joey with a less than impressed look on his face raises his arm and gets negative reaction from the crowd who begin chanting. 'SECOND COMING... SECOND COMING... SECOND COMING. Joey gets wound up from the fans as Wellings starts to point and laugh at Joey. With that the crowd just get louder.
'SECOND COMING...



SECOND COMING...



SECOND COMING!!!'


Aiello: Wow this is really getting under Orsome's skin isn't it.

Piven: Can you blame him, this has been going on for weeks.

Joey runs across the ring and attacks a laughing Wellings, as Jessica quickly exits the ring and the referee calls for the bell. Joey continues to aggressively go after the bigger man, laying into him. Joey backs off and shouts at the packed out Mexican crowd. He turns back to Wellings who starts hitting Orsome with some hard right hands. He whips Joey into the corner and hits a hard elbow. Orsome is dazed and Wellings hits a side slam on Orsome and goes for an early cover.
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Kick out easily by Orsome. Wellings stomps Orsome a couple times and then lifts orsome up for a vertical suplex, Orsome blocks it and knee's Wellings in the midsection and goes to whip Wellings into the ropes. Wellings reverses it and Orsome comes off the ropes to be hit hard by a shoulder block from the big man. Wellings lifts Orsome up and does hit a vertical suplex and hooks the leg.
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Kick out by Orsome. Once again the crowd begins to taunt Joey with the 'SECOND COMING' chant.

Aiello: Orsome is going to have to keep his cool here against a dangerous opponent in Derek Wellings, he's on top right now.

Wellings grabs Orsome by the hair and pulls him up, Wellings goes for a standing dropkick but Orsome just blocks it with his hands and grabs both Wellings legs and rolls over him for a cover.
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Kick out by Wellings. Orsome aggressively stomps Wellings who uses his strength to get up and push Joey back. Wellings goes for a clothesline but Joey ducks and kicks Wellings in the knee and hits a DDT. He stays on the attack and climbs the second rope and waits for Wellings to get up, he jumps down with an axe handle on the back of Wellings head. He hooks Wellings around his waist and hits a German suplex and gets seriously fired up. 

Piven: Orsome was so impressive last week and he's showing right now why he deserves to be in the main event of Monday Night Brawl, he craves the spotlight and right now, the spotlight is on him.

Aiello: That's right he's been quietly going about his business and i'm sure he will be thinking about the Rumble in the Bronx and that chance at the EWC Championship. 

Orsome locks in an arm bar on Wellings, Wellings forces his way to the ropes and the referee asks Joey to break the hold. 1...2...3...4.. Joey uses almost the whole 5 count before breaking the hold and Joey arm drags Wellings. He then locks in the arm bar again, working on what Wellings counts on most his strength. 

Aiello: With an injured arm Wellings would struggle to hit Army Strong, great tactics from Joey Orsome who isn't letting this volatile Mexican crowd rattle him anymore.

Orsome has the arm bar locked in tight with Wellings showing the pain on his face, he once again uses his strength to get to his feet and manages to get to the side of Orsome and hit a back suplex to break the hold. Wellings shakes his arm to try and losen it and get rid of some of the pain while Orsome is relatively quick to get back up and this time it's Wellings with an arm drag on Orsome, Orsome's up and another arm drag from Wellings before locking in a chicken wing to the crowds delight. 

Piven: Oh this Wellings guy is just really an ass.

Aiello: What's he done wrong?

Piven: Well... trying to make Joey look stupid by now using this chicken wing submission, pretty much just like Orsome was doing.

Aiello: Well i personally think it's great tactics, trying to get inside Joey's head.

Orsome rolls out of the submission move and both men get up, Joey sticks a thumb in the eye of Wellings before rolling him up.
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Kick out powerfully by Wellings who spears Joey hard sending Joey out of the ring to the floor. The crowd begin to chant.
'ORSOME SUCKS...


ORSOME SUCKS...


ORSOME SUCKS.'


Piven: The treatment Joey is receiving is so unfair tonight.

The referee begins to count Joey out. 1...2....3... Wellings breaks the count by going out to ringside only for Joey to shove Wellings straight into the ringpost and the referee begins his count once again. 1...2...3...4...5...6... Both men begin to claw their way into the ring. 7...8 . They break the count as they get under the bottom rope. Orsome is first back to a vertical bases and stomps on Wellings in the corner of the ring, Joey pulls him up to his feet in the turn-buckle and hits him with a couple sharp elbows to the side of his head. Orsome pulls Wellings out of the corner and snap-mare's him and drop-kicks Wellings on the back of his head. Wellings staggers to his feet as Orsome stalks him... Wellings turns straight into a View to a Kill attempt from Orsome, Wellings however blocks it and hits a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd begins a chant of 'WE WANT TABLES... WE WANT TABLES... WE WANT TABLES'.

Aiello: Wellings has become a bit renowned with tables since making his debut in the EWC, he's been put through two and put John Jones through one and there calling for another tonight.

Piven: And I bet they don't care who goes through one either.

Aiello: Well we wont be seeing any tonight.

Wellings shows the crowd some appreciation before going back to work on Joey by whipping him into the ropes and connecting with a big boot to the face of Orsome. Wellings follows up with a lateral press.
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Orsome gets the shoulder up before three. Wellings keeps on top of Orsome and locks on a side headlock, putting all his weight on Joey's neck. Orsome struggles for breathes as Wellings keeps it on tight. The ref checks on Orsome who reaches desperately to the ropes to force a rope break. Wellings releases the hold to the disappointment of the crowd. He grabs Joey and whips him into the turnbuckle and follows it up with several knife edge chops. He mounts Joey onto the top rope and climbs to the second rope, Wellings attempts for a superplex, but Joey blocks it with several shots to the ribs. Joey tries to push Wellings down, but Wellings hits Orsome with a couple headbutts and nails a superplex from the top rope leaving both men down. All of a sudden 'The Fountain' by Pendulum hits the PA system.

Aiello: Wait, what's going on?

Ashton Daniels the new Co-Vice President alongside BDC walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand with Orsome down in the ring and Wellings slowly getting to his feet looking up to the stage.

Ashton: Derek...Derek, sorry to interrupt, and Joey if you can hear me down there, same goes to you. Sorry to interrupt this awesome match, but I just wanted to come out here and give you some news - and Mr. Defoe, I hope you're in the back listening. I feel we need to spice this up a bit, so we're going to continue this awesome match, but from now on, we'll finish this match as a Tables Match, a match I know Derek in these past weeks, you've either loved... or hated, have a great match.

Ashton walks backstage as the match continues with confused looks on the faces of Wellings and Orsome who's also back up now unbeknownst to Wellings. Orsome hits an enzurguri to the back of the head of Wellings.

Aiello: I can't believe what we've just heard, this match will now be contested in a Tables Match.

Piven: YES... BDmotherfuckingC will hate this, so I love it.

Orsome goes straight to ringside and searches for a table under the ring, he pulls one out and slides it under the bottom rope. He slides back into the ring only to be hit by a 280 pound elbow drop to the back. He stomps Joey before whipping him into the ropes, Joey comes off with a cross body to Wellings who uses all his strength and catches Orsome mid air and slams him with a power-slam.

Wellings goes over to the table and sets it up in the middle of the ring, but is interrupted as "Fallout" by Alter Bridge blasts from the pa system, and an angry BDC limps out onto the ramp, mic in hand. Wellings has a massive smile on his face, and applauds his "best friend in the EWC"

BDC: Mr Wellings, you and me, we're friends right?

Wellings looks on, and nods his head in agreement. Orsome begins to stir, and catches a much needed break.

BDC: Well, seeing how you are my friend, I urge you not to put Orsome through the table. You see buddy, I'm overturning Ashton's stipulation, and returning it to a normal match, you understand, right mate?

Wellings looks a bit confused, but nods in agreement. He sets Joey up for the Army Strong, but Joey counters and hits a tornado DDT onto the mat and both men are down in the middle of the ring.

Aiello: This has been a great back and forth match up, Orsome however has had to hang in there a little bit tonight, Wellings has been impressive. 

Piven: Get out of the guys ass will you and call the damn match.

Aiello: I'm purely just stating what has been going on, what is your problem, worried about your job still?

Piven: Oh give me a break Joe, BDC doesn't have the Kahunas.

Orsome and Wellings make it to their feet and begin trading shots in the ring, Wellings over powers Orsome into the corner of the ring and whips Orsome across the ring to the opposite corner and clotheslines him in the corner, following up with several more knife edge chops. Wellings hits a scoop slam on Orsome and grabs his right leg and drops an elbow to the inside of the knee. Wellings re-positions the table so it's leaning over against the turn-buckle and attempts to Irish whip Joey through the table, Joey floats over and arm drags Wellings instead. Wellings turns and gets hit with a belly to belly suplex by Joey just missing the table.

BDC: Mr Wellings, it's not a tables match any more, remember? Get that table out of the ring!

Aiello: Damn, Joey almost had it, if he wasn't so groggy he would have had the match won with that. I don't think BDC is helping here!

Both men are down in the center of the ring once again as the crowd start chanting... 'THIS IS AWESOME.... THIS IS AWESOME'. 

Piven: Who's going to get up first, this could be the turning point of the match.

Orsome gets up still dazed and stalks Wellings who turns and clotheslines Joey before he gets a chance to do anything. Joey gets up and Wellings hits Basic Training in the center of the ring and the crowd love it. Wellings picks up the table and gets ready throw it out of the ring, but John Jones storms to the ring, and attempts to put Wellings through the table. Wellings counters and slams Jones through the table with a chokeslam to the delight of the crowd.

BDC: DAMN YOU WELLINGS!!!!

Aiello: Well he's broken wood Wellings, just the wrong guy.

Piven: BDC, why don't you just fuck off and die! Leave these guys get on with their jobs!

Aiello: Jones has no right out here, he's already lost tonight now he's come out to make an impact and ended up through a table himself.


Piven: I make that two a piece Joe.


Aiello: I think your right as we see the referee roll Jones out of the ring.


Wellings gets on his knees and pleads for BDC to forgive him. BDC is pacing back and forth in frustration, while a masked man jumps over the barriers, looks under the ring, and throws a table under the bottom rope, and sets it up without Wellings even noticing. Wellings finally gets back into the match, and walks over to Orsome, who hits him with a low blow, and then hits the VISION OF DEATH straight to hell through the table and the ref calls for the bell.


Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... due to a disqualification ...... DEREK WELLINGS!!!!

Orsome can't believe it and screams in frustration, while BDC sighs in relief. Suddenly, the EWC-Tron flares up, and EWC President Mac addresses the EWC.

President Mac: Now hold on a minute. B, we may be good friends, but, Ashton came out here first and changed the stipulation, and under strict EWC guidelines, a match stipulation can only be changed ONCE per match, and even I couldn't have changed it, so I'm afraid that by the letter of the law here in the EWC, the winner of this match is actually Joey Orsome.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... JOEY ORSOME!!!!

Winner: Joey Orsome


Aiello: It's over... Orsome remains unbeaten!


Piven: Unbelievable ending! Thank god for our President, because while I agree with Ashton, him and BDC are causing a clusterfuck here in EWC!


'Bring me the Horizon' hits the PA system and Joey hangs on the top rope looking out to the crowd who immediately begin chanting... 
'SECOND COMING





SECOND COMING






SECOND COMING!!!!'
Joey shakes his head and laughs at the crowd and raises his arms still leaning against the ropes. BDC throws the mic at th ground with anger and frustration and storms backstage. 

Aiello: It's like a war has just happened out here.


Piven: Tables broken everywhere out here ... Ashton has a lot to answer for next week.

The lights cut out and the crowd roars with anticipation.

Aiello: Here we go!

Piven: This is what a lot of people at home have been waiting for, what a lot of people here have paid to see!

Aiello: I can't wait to find out what The Second Coming has in store for Orsome!

Piven: I'm not sure how things can get any weirder after finding out that The Second Coming is...

Aiello: ...another Orsome! Two Joey Orsome's!

Joey Orsome stomps around in the ring and yells for The Second Coming to come out and fight like a man. Laughter cuts through the arena, laughter that is very recognizable. We've heard the laughter of this little girl before. The girl that The Second Coming has referred to as Jude, giggles with sickening glee. The Second Coming appears on the giant screen above the stage area, grinning from ear to ear.

The Second Coming: Oh Joseph, it appears that I finally have some of your attention. At the very least, you're aware enough to recognize me as a threat. That's good, I'm glad. And in predictable Orsome fashion, you've claimed that I may have gotten in your head, but you're stronger now and I have no idea who it is with which I'm messing. I should come out there and fight you like a man. The time for games are over! Blah. Blah. Blah.

The Second Coming makes a face that mocks Orsome, which is disturbing to watch, as it's still Orsome's face on the screen, talking to Joey Orsome.

The Second Coming: Games...

The Second Coming looks off camera for a moment and ponders the sound and meaning of this word. The blood boils under his skin as it reddens and he grits his teeth, before he starts shouting.

The Second Coming: YOU THINK I'M PLAYING WITH YOU? YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME? THE SECOND COMING DOES NOT PLAY GAMES!

His face softens into a gentle smile as he looks off screen; at what, we don't quite see, yet.

The Second Coming: I'm not here to play a game with you, Joseph. I came back to continue the work that I started with you years ago. I came back to save us all from having to hear you go on and on and on with the garbage that spills out of your mouth month after month, week after week, day after day, time after time! I came back to destroy you.

The unmistakable sound of metal dragging against metal cuts through the echo of The Second Coming's snarl. We now see what it was that The Second Coming had been looking at out of the view of the camera. Jude walks into the shot, holding a long knife dripping with blood. The crowd murmurs in horror and intrigue.

The Second Coming: You think this...He waves his hand in front of his face...was some sort of scheme to get under your skin? You think that this was all I had? Joseph, I've hinted at this over the last few weeks, so let me spell this out for you and your weak and pitiful mind.

This is not our first battle. We've been enemies for a long, long time. This is the conclusion of a very long war, and I promise you, it will end with your final gasps. The last thing you ever hear won't be just a bell ringing because you want me to step into that ring with you and fight. No, you'll hear something else ringing in your ears; your own death rattle.

He runs his fingers down the side of Jude's face and looks back out into the arena toward Orsome.

The Second Coming: But even in death, someone like you might mistakenly become something of a martyr, remembered as some disgusting hero. And I promised to destroy you. Destroy you I will.

The Second Coming stands from a crouching position and he leads Jude away from the camera. The shot widens to reveal Joey Orsome's companion, Sophia, strapped to a chair. Tears stream down her face and she whimpers as The Second Coming circles the chair, looking down at her. Jude bounces up onto the balls of her feet hardly able to contain herself, while she twirls the bloody knife through her long black hair. Sophia already has some cuts and bandages crisscrossing her body. The Second Coming looks closely at Sophia's face and sneers before looking up at Orsome.

The Second Coming: What a disgusting creature...

The Second Coming reaches down and brushes hair stuck to Sophia's face by dried blood behind her ear and smiles a reptilian grin.

The Second Coming: ...but you're going to help me, aren't you? You're going to help me destroy your beloved Joseph...

His head snaps up, his cold dead eyes slice right through Orsome's soul.

The Second Coming: I told you! I told you last week, these women will crawl inside of us, and when we don't treat them right, they'll take everything that we are! They'll inhabit our very beings and rip it all away from us. You've been throwing this poor little thing around, having your temper tantrums over me and what I've been able to accomplish with some words and a few light shows, and she walks out on you! What happens when you're upset over something substantial? If you think what I've done to you is enough, what happens when the real fun begins? And let's be clear, here. I said fun, not games! This, THIS, is fun for ME, not for you.

Sophia wails under the duct tape over her mouth at this, and we can hear Orsome screaming in the ring, helpless to find his wife-to-be.

The Second Coming: This is it Orsome. The last few weeks were warning shots. This is the beginning of the final battle to our long lasting war, and your putrid little Sophia is going to help me. Together we are going to destroy you in more ways, on more levels than the EWC has ever known.

Joseph. Do. Not. Blink.

This is the last you'll ever see of Sophia.

The camera focuses in on Jude as she leaps up onto the chair, leans down onto Sophia and the back of the chair drops back. Jude squeals with glee as she and her knife get back to work. Sophia screams in horror and pain as the camera cuts out. The houselights come back up just in time to catch Joey Orsome collapse inside the ring.

Aiello: I'm shocked and still don't know what is happening here, but be sure to see what goes down next week on Brawl when hopefully we'll have some answers... good night.

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*END*

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