MNB - #405 - HOUSTON

[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 405



^{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 Houston, Texas

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

August 5th 2013

Live From EWC Stadium in Houston

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.

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

A feint wind and a rattlesnake tail slowly fills the arena's p.a system. The crowd begins to quiet down. The famous riff from "Blaze of Glory" strikes the ears of the fans and to their feet they stand again. Out from behind the curtain walks Bon Jovi and the stadium erupts. He puts the mic to his mouth ...

I wake up in the morning

And I raise my weary head

The titantron lights up with the words "Monday Night Brawl 404". Fans respond positively.

I got an old coat for a pillow

And the earth was last night's bed

A still of Anger Management standing on the strip, with drinks in hand, flashes on the screen. After just a couple of seconds, it disappears.

I don't know where I'm going

Only God knows where I've been

A still of the dynamic duo of Bel and Deadeye flashes on the screen to replace the one once there.

I'm a devil on the run

A six gun lover

A candle in the wind

A still of Thor and his army rises up on the screen, replacing the one before.

When you're brought into this world

They say you're born in sin

The titantron flips to Anger Management walking to the ring and the fans cheering.

Well at least they gave me something

I didn't have to steal or have to win

The Cartel is spotted as the fans continue to cheer.

Well they tell me that I'm wanted

Yeah I'm a wanted man

The screen fills with Bad Attitude walking down and the fans quickly begin to boo.

I'm colt in your stable

I'm what Cain was to Abel

Their boos continue as Heretic's Whisper walks to the ring.

Mister catch me if you can

The titantron shows the match starting, the fight breaking out, as the beginning of the chorus picks up.

I'm going down in a blaze of glory

Take me now but know the truth

I'm going down in a blaze of glory

Lord I never drew first

But I drew first blood

I'm no one's son

Call me young gun

As the chorus is sang by Bon Jovi, scenes from all the action fill the titantron. Fans continue to scream as the night's events flood back to them and the action is non-stop.

Well, I've seen love come

And I've seen it shot down

You ask about my conscience

And I offer you my soul

Cross stays on top of Stryker and scoop slams him and then drops a leg drop on his neck. He hooks the leg.

You ask If I'll grow to be a wise man

Well I ask if I'll grow old

Thor tags in Cross and they double team Maddawg and hit a double suplex. Cross hooks the leg.

You ask me if I known love

And what it's like to sing songs in the rain

Thor climbs to the top rope and drops a leg onto Stryker, he covers him.

Shoulder up just by Stryker and Cross looks frustrated, he goes to lock in an ankle lock but Stryker has great where with all and rolls Cross up in a small package.

I've seen it die in vain

Shot down in a blaze of glory

Take me now but know the truth

'Cause I'm going down in a blaze of glory

Lord I never drew first

But I drew first blood

I'm the devil's son

Call me young gun

Brock climbs to the second rope and looks for a superplex only for Tomkins to make his way back into the ring. He sets himself under Brock and powerbombs Brock who in turn superplex's Cross at the same time.

Each night I go to bed

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Bel comes too and they hit Twaughthammer on Stryker. Deadeye hooks the leg.

Adam Stryker is eliminated.

No I ain't looking for forgiveness

But before I'm six foot deep

The referee tells Deadeye that Thor isn't the legal man, Deadeye can't believe it. He turns round right into a CARELESS WHISPER by Damon Cross, Cross covers Deadeye.

Deadeye Proteus is eliminated.

Lord, I got to ask a favor

And I'll hope you'll understand

Cross tags in Thor who locks in the ARGENTINE LEGLOCK. Brock holds on for a few seconds as Maddawg tries to get into the ring only for Cross to block him off and Brock has no choice but to TAP OUT!

Brock Whitworth is eliminated.

'Cause I've lived life to the fullest

Let the boy die like a man

Damon Cross slides into the ring behind Bel and catches him in a small package out of nowhere. Bel manages to reverse it and turn over so Cross's shoulders are down.

Damon Cross is eliminated.

Staring down the bullet

Tomkins pulls Maddawg's legs from outside of the ring, pulling him out of the ring to the mat and quickly slides into the ring and hooks the leg of Bel right over.

Bel Biggz is eliminated.

Let me make my final stand

Thor lifts Maddawg up onto the turnbuckle and climbs up. He goes for a hurricanrana on Maddawg, but he blocks it and pushes Thor off the ropes, he lands on his feet, but gets caught square in the face by A TASTE OF GREATNESS from Tomkins. He falls on Thor.

Sah'ta Thor is eliminated.

Shot down in a blaze of glory

Tomkins turns to Maddawg who hops down from the top rope and Tomkins goes for another TASTE OF GREATNESS, but Maddawg ducks and catches Tomkins with LIQUID CYANIDE.

Take me now but know the truth

I'm going out in a blaze of glory

Maddawg goes for DAWG HOUSE on Tomkins as he gets up, but as he has Tomkins on his shoulders, Tomkins rolls over and rolls up Maddawg.

Lord I never drew first

But I drew first blood and I'm no one's son

Kick out from Maddawg just in time. Maddawg kicks Tomkins in the gut and hits SHOCK COLLAR, he hooks the leg.

Here are your winners and NEW EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.... Brock Whitworth & MadDawg... ANGER MANAGEMENT!!!

Call me young gun

I'm a young gun.

As the song wraps up, the titantron shows Brock and MadDawg standing on the turnbuckles with the titles in the air. The titantron goes black, "New Tag Team Champions Anger Management" in white letters appear with the crowd erupting again.

A chant begins of

AM

AM

AM

AM

"Image of the Invisible" hits the P.A system and the crowd manages to find another volume level as the roof on the arena shakes and trembles. Brock Whitworth emerges from behind the scenes and smugly looks around the arena. He steps out onto the ramp and to the left of Bon Jovi, with his half of the tag-team titles around his waist. He lets out a primal scream, smacks the floor, raises his arms, and pyros shoot off behind him. Just as the pyros finish, the outer ring of the stage begins to burn as the sound of barking dogs fill the ears of the crowd. They return the excitement by barking back. MadDawg steps out from behind the curtain wearing black boots, black denim jeans, a black leather jacket left open showing his abs and chest, and his half of the tag-team titles resting on his right shoulder. MadDawg walks to the right side of Bon Jovi, uses his left thumb to flick his nose twice and then turns and smiles at Brock and Bon Jovi. Brock returns the smile and the three begin to exchange words that cannot be heard over the crowd. MadDawg nods his head yes and then turns toward the ring. Bon Jovi pounds his chest three times with his left fist, like MadDawg usually does, the flames go out and a bolt of lightning flies through the sky and strikes the ring. A string of pyros go off in the air right above the ring and light ...

New Tag Team Champions Anger Management

The new champions nod to Bon Jovi as he claps for the champs and they begin to make their way down the ramp. Each take a side and touch hands with fans as they both walk toward the ring. Brock makes his way to the left side of ring and MadDawg to the right. Brock walks up the steps and then to the center of the edge. He smiles at the crowd and the crosses the center rope to enter the ring. MadDawg slides in under the bottom rope and meets Brock in the center of the ring. The both smile at one another once again and then head to the turnbuckles. Brock climbs up, unbuckles his belt and lifts it high with his right hand. The crowd continues to go nuts. MadDawg climbs up and lifts his belt up with the right hand at the same time. The two jump down and look to the announcer for some microphones. Brock hands one to MadDawg and then takes one for himself. The two once again meet in the center of the ring. Brock nods to MadDawg, and is the first to speak to the capacity crowd.

Brock: Ladies and Gentlemen, you are looking at the single greatest tag team in the EWC today, comprised of the two brightest stars in EWC today, myself and Mr. MadDawg, ANGER MANAGEMENT!

The crowd goes wild for the two champions, and both chuckle a little bit before the crowd finally settles down.

MadDawg: You know, Brock and I have had our differences in the past, but tonight, we are on the same page. We are a team, and more importantly, we are tag team champions.

Brock: That's right Dawg, and that was no easy task. Ladies and Gentlemen, we have worked our asses off to get the belts, and we'll have to work even harder to keep them.

MadDawg: Well, actually Brock, I worked really hard for the belts, YOU got eliminated pretty early.

The crowd goes silent for a second, waiting to see what the two seemingly former rivals will do. Brock shoots MadDawg a look that could kill a child. MadDawg just laughs to himself.

MadDawg: C'mon Brock, don't get all soft on me now. We did fight hard, and there is no one who deserves these titles more than us.

Brock: Now, that's the truth. We have the Cartel, two top wrestlers, Bel Biggz and Deadeye. Say then mate, didn't we beat them?

MadDawg: I sure think so Brock, and I'm pretty sure I saw Tomkins backstage after the show, whining like an 8 year old girl.

The audience bursts out with fits of laughter, and MadDawg eats it up. He's loving the attention from the fans of Houston.

Brock: And then we have Heretics Whisper, Damon Cross and Sah'ta Thor. I honestly am surprised that either lasted as long as they did.

MadDawg: Fair, but even with a man advantage they still both lost. Sad, actually.

Brock: And then, we have Bad Attitude.

The crowd boos, and Brock settles them down with a wave of his hand.

Brock: Now, I know they aren't exactly the most popular tag team in the division, but hey, we still kicked their asses from here to Ottawa and back again.

MadDawg: Well, we actually beat them TWICE.

The crowd cheers loudly.

Brock: The same goes for anyone in the division. Tonight we face The Fatal Ones in a non title match, the first of many matches as Tag Team Champions, and both MadDawg and myself are ready anytime and anywhere to defend these belts, but for now this is our celebration!!!

Brock lifts his belt over his head. The crowd goes wild.

“Nightmare!
(Now your nightmare comes to life)”

Michael Tomkins and Adam Stryker step out from behind the curtain, wearing matching black pants and leather jackets. Tomkins has a mic in hand.

“Dragged ya down below
Down to the devil's show
To be his guest forever
(Peace of mind is less than never)”

Both men begin to slowly march down the entrance ramp, looking up at the two members of Anger Management with weary expressions.

“Hate to twist your mind
But God ain't on your side
And old acquaintance severed
(Burn the world your last endeavor)”

Tomkins: Cut the music!

The music cuts out and the Rogue looks to his partner, who nods, as both men stop at the foot of the ramp.

Tomkins: I hate to interrupt the party here… Well, that might be a bit of a lie. That’s exactly what we have come here to do.

Tomkins hands the mic over to Styker, who quickly turns to eye up the Tag Team Champions with loathing.

Stryker: You may have won your small insignificant battle. Good for you, by the way. But in case you didn’t realise, there is a war going on here.

The audience boos loudly, which causes Tomkins to raise his arms in appreciation.

Stryker: The Bad Attitude have declared war on this strange company. And though we didn’t strike the first blow to full effect we did prove a point. My partner here outlasted on of the Tag Team Champions. My partner here eliminated a man that had yet to be beaten in this company.

Tomkins raises his arms once again to an even louder negative response from the audience. Stryker hands the mic back over to Tomkins.

Tomkins: So you can stand there and be as smug as you like, the point is this match started out as 6 vs 2 and we still nearly came out on top. The point is; we are taking this company over and as such we demand that you hand over those belts to the ruling class right now…

Maddawg & Brock look up to the ramp at the two members making up Bad Attitude who are walking down the ring. They look at one another and laugh.

Brock: You've got to be kidding me... you two think you are going to take over the company? You failed to take out just six last week, how are you going to take out twenty.

Brock looks at Maddawg and laughs and passes the mic to him.

Maddawg: Stryker... Tomkins, we've got nothing to prove, we've beaten you twice in two weeks, why don't you come down to the ring and we can make it a hat trick?!

Bad Attitude look pissed off and begin walking down to the ring more until 'The Foutain' by Pendulum blasts through the PA system interupting them. The co-Vice President and General Manager Ashton Daniels walks out onto the ramp with a microphone in hand. He's again dressed very business like and take of his shades and puts them on his head.

Piven: It's dark out Joe, what's going on?

Ashton: Fellas... fellas, stop where you are Bad Attitude. I thought something like this would happen after such an amazing main event last week, so i had a plan in place just in case. 

All four men are looking onto the stage at Ashton with quizzical expressions on his face. 

Ashton: Stryker and Tomkins, last night you were so close to winning the EWC Tag Team Championships, but came up just short, but the other teams were also so unlucky, Sah'ta Thor was so close to being in the final two also. Maddawg and Brock, congratulations on winning the titles.

Anger Management raise their titles up high for all to see.

Ashton: Well you guys have your hands full already tonight, in fact in a minute, so i hope your ready to face off with the Fatal Ones. Of course in two weeks on the next episode of Monday Night Brawl and then Friday Night Rampage we have title week, but on the Brawl following that show on the 26th August, we will have a number one contenders match for the EWC Tag Team Championships. It will be Bad Attitude in the match, facing off against another tag team in which i will decide during title week, but for now boys... patience. Stryker and Tomkins, you have big singles matches on Friday night, so i suggest you rest up from last week and concentrate on those because you will get your chance to become number one contenders soon. 

Stryker and Tomkins look smug and look into the ring at Maddawg and Brock and signal the titles around their waists as Ashton walks backstage and Bad Attitude back up leaving Brock and Maddawg waiting for thier opponents.

[President Mac]

Match One

Tag Team Match

Non Title Match

Anger Management (C)

VS 

The Fatal Ones

Jessica Stroup: The following is a tag team contest … first, already in the ring the current reigning EWC tag team champions, ANGER MANAGEMENT! Coming to the ring now, their opponents for this non title match, THE FATAL ONES!!!

Damien comes out first, Monique to his right side. She gives Damien a kiss on the cheek before heading for the ring. Damien takes in the view as Monique gets on the apron, teasing the fans as she gets in the ring. Damien climbs in behind her, Monique sitting in the corner facing the ramp smiling. Damien leans on the ropes in the middle, confidence on the faces of the pair.

Joe Aiello: And here we go, the new tag team champs have a tough test ahead of them with the returning Fatal Ones. Monique and Damien have decided to step away for the last few weeks and now they look more focused than ever.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, Joe, for once I surprisingly agree with you. This Davenport broad couldn’t get it together in their matches.

Joe Aiello: That’s not what I said at all. They did have a lack of communication but you just can’t blame one person on that.

The bell rings and this type Damien tells Monique to start the match. On the other side, MadDawg is ready to go. Monique is half the tag champ’s size but even that doesn’t make MadDawg take her lightly. They circle each other as the crowd cheers and chants for their new tag team champions. Romero tries to play damage control from the apron insisting the sold out Texas crowd needs to shut up. They finally lock up and MadDawg quickly overpowers her and knocks her back onto her bottom. Monique is back up quickly though and the opponents lock up a second time. Monique manages to slip under the hold and push one half of the tag team champs back into a neutral corner. She breaks the hold and tauntingly pats MadDawg on the cheek. MadDawg shoves her on her ass again!

Joe Aiello: What the hell is Monique doing her trying to grapple with this guy?

Jeremy Piven: You heard what the Pres said on twitter a few days ago, this fed has girl power now.

Monique rolls back and lands on her feet. She smiles at Brock with a sarcastic tone and she circles with MD again. They lock up and Dawg clamps on a side headlock. Monique tries to break out with elbows but MadDawg lets go of it himself and shoves her in the back. Monique stumbles and falls face first into the canvas. Instead of getting out this match to try to somewhat even up the odds, she stays in and they lock up again. Monique grabs onto MD’s hair for some leverage and brings him down with a side headlock of her own. MadDawg decides to play this one out and twists out of it slowly reversing the hold into a top wristlock. He tweeks the arms back over her head. Monique tries to spin out of, MD turns it back into a headlock, Monique kicks up her feet and goes into the ropes and uses the momentum to push MD out of the headlock. The cameras thought catch a deer in the headlights look as MadDawg comes off the ropes and nearly cuts her in half with a spear!

Joe Aiello: Yeah, that is what playing around gets you when you’re in there with a powerhouse like MadDawg.

Monique rolls to the outside smartly to avoid a pin cover attempt. MadDawg looks at and Brock and nods before tagging in his partner. Brock paces back and forth as Monique slinks back into the ring not to fight more but to tag in her mentor Damien Romero. They circle jockeying for position. Brock goes for a right hand but Romero blocks it and goes a wild swing of his own. Brock ducks under and goes behind with a waistlock. Romero latches onto a foream and twists out of it by wringing the arm. Brock smacks Romero in the face to break the hold and then he grabs an arm and wrings down on it like he’s trying to rip it out of its socket. Damien rolls through it and “pulls the carpet” from under Brock’s feet. Lateral press attempt, Brock shoves him off before a count is even attempted and now we have another stand off.

Jeremy Piven: This Damien guy now has got it going on. He’s making this slow lummox Brock look like a chump.

Joe Aiello: That looked pretty even to me.

They lock up and Romero tries to play some more games with holds but Brock looks as if hes had enough and powers through it all with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Brock signals for Monique to look at what he is going to do next as he drops an elbow on her partner. Brock pulls Damien to his feet and knocks him back down with a stiff looking European uppercut. Brock jumps on Damien for the pin.

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Damien sits up quickly. Brock is behind him with a reverse chinlock to wear him down even more.

Joe Aiello: The tag team champ Whitworth is giving Damien some time to think about his strategy here, perhaps not the best one.

Jeremy Piven: Whatever, Joe, these two guys are just bullies who have to push people around to get their way.

Joe Aiello: I would never use that term bully to describe Anger Management. It almost seems like Damien bullies his student Monique.

Jeremy Piven: It’s called tough love. Damien is the vet here. He knows it all. She’s there to learn it all. From him.

Romero fights to feet and tries to swing his body towards The Fatal Ones’ corner. Brock Whitworth into a side headlock … but not for long as Romero counters the hold into a back suplex! Romero instead of taking advantage of it has to shake off that vicious uppercut to the jaw without being nearly strangled. Before he can do that, Brock grabs him by the hair and escorts him into the Anger Management corner. He tags in MadDawg. They whip Romero into the ropes and as he comes off, they clobber him with a double back elbow. Brock exits the ring. Side headlock takeover by MadDawg. Romero frustrated by the constant grounding fights out of it with elbows, he pushes MadDawg into the ropes and MD tries a repeat performance with that spear but Damien shows Monique how its done by step siding it. As one half of Anger Management turns around, hes cut off by the knees with a low dropkick by Romero. Romero kicks at MadDawg’s huge muscular legs and then drags him to their corner. He tags in Davenport and holds up that leg as Monique goes to the second rope. She leaps on and drives her body into the exposed leg of MD with a senton.

Joe Aiello: She could have just broken his leg right there and right now!

Monique now ready to take her revenge, brings a hobbling MadDawg to his feet. She knocks him back with a forearm smash. A second one staggers the big man. And a third knocks him to the mat. MadDawg hops to his feet again and gets driven off balance and back onto the mat as Monique gives him a receipt with a spear of her own. Monique laughs devilishly at what she has accomplished here. MadDawg favors that knee and Monique grabs it from it and drops a leg across it.

Joe Aiello: Looks like the Fatal Ones have a gameplan and that’s to make sure that the man who won the tag titles in the deciding pinfall can’t even walk.

Jeremy Piven: I’m actually quite impressed with Monique, Joe. I can’t believe you doubted her this whole time.

Joe Aiello: But I—

Jeremy Piven: Girl power Joe!!

Monique early on decides early on to lock The Desired Effect figure 4 leglock. MadDawg kicks her off and she hits the ring ropes hard. She staggers and turns right into MadDawg who grabs her and T-Bone suplexes her small frame half away across the ring! The champ though faulters and falls to a knee and amazingly enough Monique is back up with adrenaline pumping through her veins. She drops an elbow onto the back of his head and then grabs that bad knee and drags him slowly to the corner. She reaches out her hand and tags in Damien. Half nelson by Monique as Damien comes in and kicks the points of his boots right into the knee. MD falls back holding it and Damien spins that leg into a lock. Referee Paul Turner can do nothing as a ticked off Brock Whitworth storms into the ring and uses his boot to rake Damien across the face. It breaks the hold and Damien walks about trying to clarify his vision. MadDawg gets to his feet but Romero is back on him with a scoop and a slam. He grabs both legs and slowly turns MD into a texas cloverleaf. Turner tries to hold Brock back as … Monique is in the ring driving the heel of her boot into the back of MadDawg’s neck!

Joe Aiello: Look at Brock, he’s enraged! His face is turning red as he screams at the referee to turn around.

Jeremy Piven: What a moron.

Turner finally turns around and admonishes Davenport’s presence in the ring. Davenport leaves but not before dropping the point of her boot into MD’s back before going back to the apron.
Turner’s back is to the action as Damien has Brock in the center of the ring with that cloverleaf submission as Brock comes in and yanks Romero out of the submission by his hair. He kicks him in the gut and lifts him up into the air for a powerbomb. MadDawg struggles to his feet as Monique screams now that Brock is in the ring now and Turner tells her to stop trying to pull the wool over his eyes. He stands in front of Brock as he brings down Romero with a sit out powerbomb. MD sacrifices his well being and drops back so Romero’s body strikes his extended knees!

Joe Aiello: Down Under Disobendiance!

Jeremy Piven: That should be illegal. That could have broken that man’s back.

Joe Aiello: As opposed to The Fatal Ones trying to make sure MadDawg can’t walk anymore.

Brock rolls Damien flat onto the mat and then slings his partner’s arm on top of Romero’s beaten body. Turner turns around and sees the pin as Monique screams at him.

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Jessica Stroup: The winners of this match, THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, MADDAWG AND BROCK WHITWORTH!!!

Winners: Anger Management

Monique checks on Romero in the middle of the ring as Anger Management continues their celebration tag team titles in hand!

Joe Aiello: The Fatal Ones had a good game plan but in the end, the champs showed why they are the champs.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, sure, whatever, Joe. Kiss their asses some more.

The champs high five each other as the show goes to commercial…

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial break<<<

EWC Brawl returns from commercial break and the camera zooms in on the jumbo tron. The screen goes snowy and then we see a shot of the Empire State Building. A voice then says "Larger the the Empire State Building". Then the image changes to the Statue of Liberty. Once again the voice says "More Iconic then the Statue Of Liberty. He is...." Then Beast and the Harlot plays over the speakers and the crowd goes crazy. The mixture of boo's and cheers reign down over the ring as Oliver Bailey appears at the top of the ramp. He is wearing a suit with his signature aviators and his hair styled. He makes his way down to the ring and smiles as he looks around almost waiting for the audience to quite down. He walks over to the announcer and takes the microphone.

Oliver Bailey: I am sure I need no introduction but for those of you who might have been living under a rock for the passed 10 years but regardless I'll enlighten you. I am Oliver Bailey, Hollywood movie star. Oliver Bailey, MMA Champion. Oliver Bailey, the real deal. But you can just call me your champion.

The crowd starts to boo incesently. Bailey feeds right off it grinning and quickly bringing the microphone to his mouth.

Oliver Bailey: You can boo all you want but I know that you go home and get down on your knee's before bed and say.

Bailey gets down on his knees immitating praying.

Oliver Bailey: Please dear god, make me as great, as strong, as charismatic, as powerful, as talented and as amazing as Oliver Bailey. If you could only give me 1/10th of the degree of awesomeness you blessed him with I could maybe one day see a title belt in the Wrestling Hall of Fame one day.

The crowds boo's just grow louder as Bailey smiles and gets up to his feet. Bailey moves his sunglasses to the top of his head as he starts walking in circles around the ring. The camera pans around the audience to show kids with their hands over their ears and adults flipping off Bailey.

Oliver Bailey: Listen, there are times when you gotta do things that you don't want to do. And I had to do that tonight when I came out infront of you spineless pukes. For shame! To think you call yourselves wrestling fans cheering for whom you cheer for. Makes me sick. I mean Bel Biggz really? You cheer for that guy. Give me a break. No wonder they brought me in.

The crowd starts booing even more and Bailey now takes off his jacket as he is getting mad.

Oliver Bailey: When the ship starts going down your not going to reach for a rock. You grab a lifevest. So what did the EWC do they reached out and grabbed a lifevest and signed me. They realized all they had was rocks and went out and got themselves a lifejacket to save themselves from this empending disaster.

The crowds boos are now so loud that you cant even here Oliver Bailey's talk into the microphone anymore. He motions towards the sound guys and tells them to boost his microphone.

Oliver Bailey: Listen I'd love to stand here and hear all of you bitch and moan all day but it is what it is. I didn't approach this company this company approached me and I am going to grab this bull by the horns. So buckle up EWC I am driving this ship now.

Bailey throws the microphone to the ground and grabs his coat and leaves as his music hits but is drowned out by all the boo's of the fans.

Aiello: Well that's one way to automatically make yourself a hate figure here.

Piven: He'll thrive on it Joe, he obviously loves controversy and thrives on the hate, good luck to him here in the EWC.

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Match Two
Singles Match
Swift Ion Vs DS Dreadful

The camera comes up on Monday Night Brawl announcers Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven as they prepare for the second match of the night.

Joe Aiello: And now it's time to take a look at two of the newest stars that EWC has to offer. "The Capetown Werewolf" Swift Ion, and DS Dreadful. Jeremy, I for one am excited to see what these two have to offer the EWC.

Jeremy Piven: You're not lying! Professional wrestling always needs new blood, and Ion and Dreadful are two of the brightest up and comers in the business today. I'm interested in this clash of styles personally, I mean you have Dreadful and his smashmouth no nonsense style facing off against Swift Ion, and I have to be honest, I have never seen someone take such a pace in a match! Going to be great for sure.

Joe: Let's send it up to Jessica Stroup for tonight's introductions!

Jessica Stroup: This is a singles match scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Capetown, South Africa, weighing in at 213 pounds, "The Capetown Werewolf" Swift Ion!

Fear Nothing by Jim Johnston hits, and the crowd starts to buzz. From backstage, Swift Ion emerges, and walks out to the ramp, bouncing slightly. He looks around and let's out a bloodcurdling howl before racing down to the ring and sliding in. He scrambles up a turnbuckle and howls again, and this time the fans respond with their own howls. Ion hops off the turnbuckle and heads to his corner, where he awaits his opponent.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Dirtcity, Reddick, Illinois, weighing in at 213 pounds, here is DS Dreadful!

"First of the Year" Begins to blast over the PA System, a Orange and Green Strobe light begins to bounce around the Arena. From out of the black Curtain comes DS Dreadful, his mask; so expressionless and Void of Emotion. He walks to the center of the stage and looks around. His head turning from left to right before he points down to the ring. He begins to make his way down, making what could only be a snarl from under his mask as he walks by the fans. He stops a little before he gets to ring and tilts his head to the right. He then makes a dash to the ring and slides in. Jumping back up and kicking his right foot back as he does. DS walks over to the left most turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rope. He looks around the audiance once again before placing one hand on top of his head, and the other under his jaw. Cracking his neck to the left then to right. He lets out a loud roar before jumping back down to the ring. Sitting down in the corner waiting.

Referee Paul Turner signals to the timekeeper and the match is underway! Ion and Dreadful circle each other carefully when suddenly Ion let's a howl loose. As the crowd howls back, Dreadful takes control and clotheslines Ion, sending him to the mat. The crowd begins to boo Dreadful, but he doesn't seem to care too much. Dreadful continues his assault by stomping the breath out of Ion. DS Dreadful pulls Ion to his feet and goes for a boot to the gut, but Ion is to quick and catches the leg. He spins Dreadful around and as Dreadful finishes his rotation, greets him with an Enziguri to the back of the head. It's now Ion's turn to stomp on Dreadful until DS manages somehow to roll out of the ring. Ion takes his opening, bouncing off the ropes and sprinting at Dreadful full speed, diving out of the ring and spearing him onto the ramp. The crowd goes wild for the two stars.

Joe Aiello: My God, what a suicide dive by Swift Ion, and what a pace to start the match! Let's see how it progresses now that these two have felt each other out.

Swift is the first to his feet and he spends a few seconds howling and high-fiving the fans. When he turns to face his opponent, the big forearm of DS Dreadful catches him across the nose. Ion stumbles back, and Dreadful is right behind him, lifting him up and dropping him hard against the barrier. Swift clutches at his chest as he stumbles towards the ring. Dreadful grabs the back of Ion's head and slams him face first into the apron before rolling him in. As Dreadful starts to climb in, Ion is getting his footing using the ropes. Dreadful tries to club Swift across the back, but Ion uses his quickness to duck out of the way. Ion grabs DS Dreadful and sends him flying over the ropes and into the ring with a modified snapmare. He howls as he drops down for the pin.

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A shoulder up by Dreadful and Ion begins clapping, and the crowd follows suit, giving "The Capetown Werewolf" the motivational edge.

Jeremy Piven: And the crowd is getting into it Joe! We have seen first hand how much the crowd here can influence the outcome of the match.

Joe Aiello: Definitely, and in a match that is so closely contested like this one, the crowd support can make or break you.

Swift is up, and he begins to pick up Dreadful, but DS catches him with a low blow. Paul Turner begins lecturing Dreadful, as Ion rolls around on the ground, clearly in pain. Dreadful goes for the pin this time, and Paul Turner reluctantly counts.

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Shoulder up by Ion, and DS smacks the canvas. He gets up and begins stalking Swift Ion. The moment Ion gets up, Dreadful hooks both arms in a full nelson, lifts Ion up, and slams Ion to the ground. Dreadful gets up, clearly feeling the adrenaline. Ion stumbles to his feet again, and DS is waiting, scooping his opponent up, and slamming down with a cradle piledriver. Dreadful goes right into a pin.

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Last second kickout by Swift and the crowd breathes a sigh of relief. Dreadful gets up, his body language showing that he is clearly getting quite agitated. As Swift Ion makes his way to his feet, Dreadful starts stalking Ion, waiting for him to get to his knees. When he does, Dreadful goes for The Black Star. However, Ion senses this, and rolls out of the way. In a flash, Ion is up and he hits Dreadful with another Enziguri. This time, there is no waiting and Swift Ion immediately springboards off the ropes, flips one and a half times, and lands squarely on DS Dreadful. Ion immediately lands in a pin attempt.

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Fear Nothing by Jim Johnston hits the loudspeaker and the crowd goes wild, and Swift Ion hops up, celebrating, not entirely sure what just happened.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, "The Capetown Werewolf" Swift Ion!

Winner: Swift Ion

Jeremy Piven: Was that a springboard 450 splash? My God, what a move!

Joe Aiello: Yes it was, and I have a feeling we'll get to see it a hundred more times here in the EWC, a fantastic show man is this Swift Ion, can't wait to see him again. Don't go anywhere as Brawl rolls on.

[President Mac]

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The arena lights suddenly dim, with many shutting completely. The crowd becomes anxious as they anticipate something is about to happen.

Aiello: What’s this now?

Piven: What Joe, are you afraid of the dark? Be quiet and don’t worry!

A video begins to play on the EWC-Tron. Pictures begin to flash on the screen with ominous music quietly increasing in volume. Clips of President Obama’s inauguration ceremony are immediately followed by clips of drone strikes in some remote location in the world. Obese Americans are eating fast food and then the clip cuts to starving children begging in India. Further shots of George Zimmerman shaking hands with his lawyers are followed by news reports about Edward Snowden and Bradley Manning. The music begins to drown out the crowd by now and then suddenly the videos stop and the arena goes completely black.

After a short pause, words flash across the screen:

THE REVOLUTION IS COMING

“Werkin’ Girls” by Angel Haze starts playing in the arena. Green, white, and red floodlights paint the ring like the flag of Iran. Some pockets of fans boo, but most just don’t really know how to react. A woman appears on the stage, dressed in combat boots, camo fatigues, and a white tank top. She carries with her a flag of Iran, reminiscent of a particular wrestling legend. She walks down towards the ring, stopping for a moment in front of a fan and spitting on the floor in front of him. Once in the ring, she waves the flag for a moment before setting it in the corner. She hollers for a microphone as her music fades.

Abbasi: Hello Houston. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hala Abbasi, I come from Tehran, Iran. I spent a good deal of my life in Chicago, but it was never my home.

The crowd responds with a confused mixed of cheers, jeers, and whistles. Abbasi paces about the ring a little.

Abbasi: You know, its fitting that I make my debut appearance on EWC programming here in the great state of Texas. Texas has managed to become the global ambassador for the United States. People all over the world still call Americans “cowboys.” Texas is the perfect place to begin what will hopefully be a long and successful career of demonstrating what an assbackwards farce this country is.

Now the boo’s begin to rain down, much to the amusement of Abbasi. She smiles and looks around at the crowd.

Abbasi: Oh yeah, go ahead. Boo my all you want, but I’m not going to stand here and act surprised. I know you people. I know how thick your neanderthal skulls are and any bit of truth that I speak today or in the future will zoom straight over your heads. Texans aren’t the smartest bunch. You confront them with tiniest ounce of knowledge and they descend into a pathetic chant of “USA! USA! USA!” as if that mindless dribble will disprove anything I say.

On cue, the crowd begins chanting “USA! USA! USA!”

Abbasi: Texas – the home of the fattest, laziest people on the planet. A state whose history is steeped in racism, slavery, and injustice while claiming to champion justice and freedom. A state famous for grooming and electing leaders who want nothing more than to send your immense population of poor and disadvantaged to kill and die in foreign countries. A state that bleeds oil and will slice open the veins of others just to rob them of their natural wealth. This state is an evil state that has helped to poison this country – and by extension, poison the world.

I’ve come here to the EWC to prove a point. I’ve come to pound it into the skulls of you worthless degenerates that you are nothing more than a putrid stain on this planet. The United States of America is nothing but a cesspool of immorality, injustice, and decay. When I rise up in this company and become the EWC World Champion, my name and face will be plastered all over this country. With that exposure, I will be free to spread my message.

By now Abbasi has had to raise her voice considerably to overcome the immense booing that the crowd is attempting to drown her in.

Abbasi: Shut up, you cockroaches, and let me finish. When this segment ends and it goes to commercial break, you will all be fed commercials promoting Dr. Pepper and KFC. You people in the arena are going to stuff your fat faces with hot dogs, candy bars, and beer. You’re already killing yourselves; dying a slow, horrible death. I’m not concerned about that. You see, my greatest aspiration is to kill your hopes and your dreams. You all carry this great delusion where you believe you can achieve the American Dream and you are some kind of bastion of hope in a world of darkness. Today, I begin my reign of terror. You will watch your heroes bleed and beg for my mercy. I will push the limits of extremity in Extreme Wrestling and you all will be shamed, humbled, and broken. Hala Abbasi will turn your American Dream into a nightmare.

Abbasi drops the microphone and her music begins playing. It’s barely audible though over the course of boos and angry chants being hurled towards her. She slides out of the ring with a smug look on her face. A fan at ringside is furious waving a miniature paper American flag. Abbasi snatches it out his hands and tears it in half. Armed with her Iranian flag, she marches back up the ramp.

Aiello: Well… certainly an outspoken new addition to the EWC roster.

Piven: Them’s fightin’ words. It goes without saying that she’s not about to make a whole lot of friends around here.

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Match Three

Spazz

VS 

Kid Cannabis

The lights go out in the arena until it's absolute pitch black. The glare of flash bulbs, digital cameras, and smartphones all fixed upon him makes pyro unnecessary. All you see at the beginning of the entrance ramp is a shadow in a hoodie and some smoke rising from it. All you can smell is kush and war rising from the smoke.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, real wrestling fans and haters of that bullshit concept Sports Entertainment of all ages, standing six feet tall, weighing in at 230lbs, from Pittsburgh P.A. via Amsterdam, EWC is proud to present to you once again....

The Best Thing Smoking in Professional Wrestling since 1998.....

KID......CANNNNNNNABIS!!

All the Canarchist around the galaxy and here in the arena show him love as he wastes no time getting in the ring. He takes off his warm up gear, throws it into the stands, and paces the ring, stalking like a tiger waiting for his next meal to be dumb enough to show up tonight.

The arena flashes green and black ... Ozzy Osborne "No More Tears" blast over the PA system. The crowd erupts in cheers and boos - mostly boos though. Spazz then emerges under the arenas entrance screen....

Jessica Stroup:. And his opponent, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland. Weighing in at 223 pounds … Spaaaaazzzzzz !!!

He takes a few steps out toward the stage, and then stops. He Looks on at the crowd for about 10 seconds and then burst out spinning in circles and falls from being dizzy. Untimingly, his green pyros go off as he stands up, putting a bird to the camera. He begins to walk down the ramp. He enters the ring with a smirk on his face as the music stops

Joe Aiello: Alright, next up folks we have a match with some incredible heat. I feel like right now we are in a feeling out stage. We just crowned the tag team champions and later this month, we have title week. So we are almost in a pre-season if you want to use other sport’s analogies.

Jeremy Piven: Just spit it out already, fool. Spazz is going to slap the taste out of this burnout Kid Cannabis’ mouth. Last week, Spazz destroyed Trinity—

Joe Aiello: Were we even watching the same match? Spazz capitalized on ONE mistake and that is how he won.

Jeremy Piven: A win is a win.

Joe Aiello: Anyway, there have been a lot of verbal fisticuffs between these two and now we are going to see who can back up their claims of greatness, Spazz or Kid Cannabis.

The two competitors stare each other down intensely. The crowd is fully behind the Kid and he can only smile. Spazz shakes off the reaction and the two lock collar and elbow. Cannabis goes into a side headlock and Spazz tries to break free but KC pulls him to the mat with a headlock takeover. Spazz quickly fights to his feet and pushes the Kid into the ropes. Cannibis comes in with a running shoulder tackler and quickly goes for a pin.

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Joe Aiello: Both men very defensive in the early going…

Jeremy Piven: Shut up, Joe. Come on Spazz, whip this guy’s ass!!

They go to lock up again, perhaps with an old school knuckle lock but much to the disapproval of the crowd, Spazz manages to catch KC off guard with a kick to the thigh muscles. KC retreats to the ropes and slaps his thigh to try to prevent it from knotting up. Spazz goes low with a single leg grab and pushes Kid in the corner. Spazz buries a shoulder into Kid’s gut. Another time. Snapmare takeover into a pin.

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Way too early. KC pushes Spazz away. Cannibis suckers Spazz in and hits a low dropkick to the abdomen. He follows up with a forearm shot to the jaw. Then in a show of pure brutality, KC lifts Spazz in the air as if for a suplex and drops him across the top rope. Spazz rolls out onto the apron holding his midsection and ribs. He uses the apron to pull himself and Cannabis tries for a superkick to knock him off the apron.

Joe Aiello: The One Hitter Quitter!

Intentionally or not Spazz drops back down to the apron and KC whiffs. In an amazing athletic show, Kid doesn’t get his foot caught up in the rope and hops back retaining his balance. Spazz is back up and looks to catapult his body over the top rope but as goes up … Cannibis superkicks the … the top rope!?

Spazz’s body tumbles forward and hits the mat with a sick smack. He grabs his lower back now in pain as KC’s smile is ever wider. He gives Spazz a receipt with kicks and stomps to the ribs and back of The Lost One. He picks Spazz up and drops him across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker. In a show of humiliation, Cannabis pie faces Spazz and then forces his back deeper into his knee. Referee Turner asks Spazz if he wants to continue. Spazz says yes so the Kid sucker punches him in the ribs.

Jeremy Piven: This is who the people like? A sneaky cheater?

Joe Aiello: I say Spazz had this coming.

Jeremy Piven: Spazz only has MILLIONS of dollars and the hottest bitches on the planet coming to him

KC rolls Spazz off his knee almost casually and then circles him, taunting him, kicking at his head even. Spazz retreats and gets to his feet and fights back with a punch to the gut. Another one. Cannabis fires back with big shot to the side of the face. Spazz staggers away. KC follows in and hits with another right hand that sends Spazz reeling against the ropes. Irish whip, Kid goes for a backdrop but Spazz telegraphs it with a kick to the sternum. As KC recovers, he stands up straight right into a Spazz lariat!! Spazz hooks the leg quickly on the counter.

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Joe Aiello: I think a lot of people underestimate Spazz because he seems like he’s here for different reasons, because he’s this… well, in his mind, this big rock star. But Spazz is a tough guy.

Jeremy Piven: And Kid Can-o-Bitch…

Joe Aiello: That’s gotta be the dumbest insult—

Jeremy Piven: You’re the dumbest insult to commentating so shut up! And so this stoner punk thinks he can come back just because he used to be good. Fuck him. Spazz is gonna take this loser to the cleaners!

Spazz whips KC into a corner and the Kid once again shows off and vaults over a charging Spazz. Spazz turn right around into kick to the injured ribs and beautifully executed gutwrench suplex! He hooks the legs!

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Kid breaks free. There is a moment of apprehension in Spazz as the vet instincts of Cannabis go into full effect and he hammers him with that superkick!

Joe Aiello: This time he hits the One Hitter Quitter directly to the jaw! Ouch!!!

KC looks to win it all off the signature as he hooks both legs.

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Jeremy Piven: NO! Damn it! No!!

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Spazz kicks out and shows his resiliency. KC forces him to his feet, whips him into the ropes. Reversal. Spazz catches KC with a quick rotation of his hips into a tight looking powerslam.

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Spazz nearly wins it out of nowhere!! Spazz with labored breath pulls the former world champ up to his feet and digs into with knee lift after knee lift to the chest and midsection. Irish whip. KC hits the turnbuckle hard back first. Instead of calculating his next move, he charges in again head first and Cannibis smartly knocks him silly with a back elbow. But Kid is breathing heavy too and we never find out his next move because as he goes to connect with, Spazz puts him over his shoulders fireman style. Kid is a wild man though and fights back with three stiff elbows to the collar bone. KC slips behind. Full nelson and then a release suplex!

Joe Aiello: What a sick looking suplex!

Jeremy Piven: Why don’t you suck his ass already, Joe.

Kid isn’t playing around anymore and he signals to the crowd that its time for Sour Diesel. He drops down and starts with a front headlock but Spazz has a sudden burst of energy and goes and puts his lower body under the ring ropes for the break. KC listens to the ref but still keeps on the offensive with more kicks and stomps to the back. Turner even then has to pull KC away.

Jeremy Piven: Your hero, ladies and gentlemen!

Joe Aiello: Spazz is getting as good as he gives. He would do the same.

Jeremy Piven: But Spazz is a rockstar! He can do whatever he wants.

Joe Aiello: David Bowie is a rockstar. Spazz is … a spaz.

Kid hypes the crowd up as Spazz pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. Kid looks for a knockout blow via a clothesline …but Spazz back body drops him over the top rope. KC lands on the apron and clubs the exhausted Spazz over the back of the neck. And then a few more potshots to the ribs. In what may seem like a mistake caused by his temper, KC goes to the top rope…and like many great technicians, he gets knocked off. Spazz turns around quickly and smacks Cannabis in the top of the dome with an enzguiri. Kid wobbles and then gets thrown off the top rope. Spazz has no aversion to top rope maneuvers and he looks down at the prone body of his opponent and Spazz leaps off with a diving head butt …. That hits all mat!! KC shakes off the cobwebs and locks in the front facelock again…. 

Joe Aiello: Sour Diesel!!

But Spazz slips free of the headlock … but tries to stack him for a quick pinfall. Cannbis adapts and wraps his knees around Spazz’s midsection and ribs and brings them attempting to crush Spazz’s body. Spazz has no choice but to tap out!

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match via submission, KID CANNABIS!

Winner: Kid Cannabis

Joe Aiello: The high risk maneuvers didn’t work on either side in this match and despite Spazz squirming free of the sour diesel, Kid manages to get the duke with a vice like grip on the man’s ribs!

Jeremy Piven: Maybe Kid is a little you know cause that looked …

Joe Aiello: You think crushing a man’s rib cage is gay? And who cares? What are you, 12?

Jeremy Piven: Fuck off, Joe. This ain’t stopping the biggest rockstar in EWC, Spazz. This reefer smoking dope is a flash in the pan.

The crowd goes berserk as KC’s hand is raised in victory. Officials attempt to check on Spazz but he pushes him away claiming that Kid just got lucky.

Joe Aiello: Up next is a huge match as Joey Orsome returns after missing last week and he faces the ever so impressive Mike as Brawl continues.

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The cameras cut to somewhere backstage where we see Paul “Deadeye” Proteus and Bel Biggz … strangely enough just sitting in a couple of chairs getting ready for the possible explosive encounter with Heretic’s Whisper despite it being a single’s match.

Deadeye: What’s up with you, man? One moment you’re cracking jokes and then this whole weekend you haven’t really said anything.

Bel Biggz: I don’t know. I’ve just been searching through this wreckage you’d call a mind, trying to figure out why I’m here.

Deadeye: You said why you’re here. You’re here to win and to bring back glory to two old toothless dogs of war.

Bel sighs.

Bel Biggz: Is it really that simple?

Deadeye: Hell yeah it is. You think I was just paying you lip service a few weeks ago. Yeah, sometimes we like to joke around but if you ain’t laughing you might as well be dead. Where’s that instinct in you? Kill or be killed, Bel.

Bel Biggz: I feel like I’ve already lost that battle.

Deadeye slaps Bel in the face. Biggz reels back and falls backwards out of his chair. The crowd hushes up in absolute shock at Deadeye’s rash action.

Deadeye: I can handle almost anything but this fucking pity party you’ve been throwing yourself as of late. Win or lose, you’re going out there and you’re gonna show the world who you used to be and who you are STILL!

Deadeye extends his hand out to Bel and helps him to his feet.

Deadeye: You do that and then you do the best to exorcise these demons so you and me take our places as men to be admired and feared all at the same time. Not because of how money we throw about. Not because of how gothic brooding and dark we can act but because between us we have nearly fifty years of the most brutal wrestling experience imaginable AND no one especially these Heretic pussies can take that away from us.

Bel can only smile in response as he feels that fire and that desire he once hoped to obtain and thought he never could. He nods at his partner and friend as he feels that spark envelop him.

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Somewhere else backstage the locker room door slowly gets pushed open by the sneaky camera man to find Joey Orsome sat on a bench taping up his wrists. Riley, his best friend, is stood next to him with a bottle of water in his hands.

Riley: You ready for tonight?

Joey shifts his eyes up to look at him but doesn't move his head as he twiddles the tape around his hand.

Joey: I guess we'll find out...

Riley sits down next to Joey.

Riley: Just focus on the match first and foremost. I know it's going to be hard but you have to try somehow to put everything to the back of your head...

Joey stops taping his wrists and this time looks around to Riley.

Joey: Easier said than done. Plus, you know what's going to happen after my match. It's innevitable. How can I focus when I know what's coming?

Riley shrugs as Joey takes the bottle of water from him and the camera man slowly backs out of the room and the show goes to commercials.

[President Mac]

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Match Four

Hardcore Match

Mike

VS 

Joey Orsome

Joe Aiello: Welcome back everybody!

Jeremy Piven: Allow me to tell them this one, don’t listen to puss n boots over here, the follow match is the real main event. Not the slacker Jay Cee or man child, Derek Wellings. It’s this match!

Thrift Shop by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis blares over the loudspeaker. From behind the curtain, Mike calmly makes his way to the ramp, and the crowd goes wild. Mike smiles and waves at the crowd, enjoying the attention from the EWC fans.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen! The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a HARDCORE MATCH! Introducing first, fighting out of Detroit, Michigan, standing five feet eleven inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds of joy, It's MIKE!

Mike slowly makes his way down the ramp, stopping to say hi to each of the fans that call to him. He eventually makes his way to the ring, and, using the stairs, climbs up on the apron and in through the ropes. He walks to the center of the ring and smiles and waves some more. Finally, he makes his way to a unused corner, still smiling, where he prepares for the match.

Joe Aiello: Impressive debut of Mike last week. He faced off against ring veteran Derek Wellings and fellow star John Jones. In his first match, Mike would make an impressive statement and pick up the win by pinning John Jones.

Jeremy Piven: That’s being too modest. Mike didn’t just pin John Jones, he literally beat him like the dirty bitch he is.

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.

Jessica Stroup: On the way to the ring, from San Diego, California. Standing six feet, one inch tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, JOEY ORSOME!!

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.

Jeremy Piven: Now there’s a REAL EWC Super Star. Not a man child, not a simple wimp, a future EWC Champion and that’s Joey Orsome!

Joe Aiello: Normally, I don’t like agreeing with you but I have to admit that you’re right. Joey Orsome could very easily become the next EWC Champion.

The referee calls for the bell as Joey gets into the ring, Mike runs in and tries to kick him but his opponent counters and pushes him back. Moving quickly, Joey gets on top of his opponent and starts beating him with several hard fists. Mike screams and shields his face with his forearms, squirming about to fight back.

Mike is successful in accidently rolling out of the ring with Joey on top and head butting Joey in the process. He reaches under the ring and pulls out the first thing he grabs, a rubber chicken. As Mike beat Joey in the face with the chicken, it was heard squeaking with each and every hit. Joey quickly gets tired of his and manages to get one foot against Mike’s chest, kick him off and start choking Mike with chicken himself.

Jeremy Piven: Oh, now that’s rich! Joey Orsome is choking that wimpy chicken with a chicken… but I do wonder: Who the fuck puts a rubber chicken under the ring?

Joe Aiello: If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was you.

Joey releases Mike, looks under the ring and grabs a garbage can. He dumps it over his opponent, lays the trash on Mike’s face, jumps up and lands butt first on the can, crushing his opponent’s face. Joey goes for a pin but Mike bites his chest causing Joey to sit up. Reaching over for a Bus Stop sign, Mike hits Joey hard in the face flattening him.

Once on his feet, Mike walks over to his downed opponent, places the sign on his face and stomps hard. Joey yells and groans as he rolls onto his knees and elbows. Mike picks up the trash can and tosses it down on his opponents back, Joey hits the ground hard and Mike picks up a baseball, backs up and tosses it at his opponent hard. Jumping up on his knees, Joey tries getting away, holding his right buttock as Mike made direct contact.

Tossing the ring apron up, Mike goes back and finds another trash can and pours out the contents. He grabs a bowling ball and approaches Joey Orsome with homicidal intent. However, Joey hears him coming up from behind, tosses his leg back and blow blows Mike. His opponent falls back and drops the bowling ball on his chest, Mike coughs loudly as Joey reaches in to the crowd and pulls out a steel chair. He walks over and brings it down hard on his opponents chest and repeatedly strikes him harder and harder each time.

Jeremy Piven: That’s the viciousness and anger we’ve come to expect from Joey Orsom. He showed that nastiness against Derek Wellings, a ring veteran and now he’s showing it against a rising star, Mike! Let see some damn blood!

Joe Aiello: Calm down Jeremy, you might think they’re gladiators who want to die in the ring but they’re not gladiators.

Joey throws the steel chair aside, pulls his opponent up and punches him. Mike turns around and tumbles over the barricade and stumbles into a pair of heavy set fans and lands on them. The large fans push him off them, Joey jumps onto the barricade and tries to Axe Handle his opponent but Mike grabs a chair and throws it directly into the face of Joey Orsome.

Orsome’s body hit the ground hard, Mike got back to his feet and tossed fuller bottles of Coke, Pepsi and any other bottle at his opponent. He’s successful in swatting several bottles away from his face as he chased after Mike. The two get at the top of the stairs and head to the refreshment area, Joey grabs Mike by his hair and throws him into a candy stand. When Joey comes around, Mike jumps up and throws full cans of Coors Light at Joey, striking him around his body. He yells and tries swatting them away but the cans instead explode on the ground as welts grow darker and bigger on Orsome’s body.

Seizing the opportunity, Mike slams his opponent with a hard clothesline, grabs another Coors and hits Joey in the cajones. Several people share the pain; Mike walks over and kicks his opponent square in his chest, knocking him over. He takes moment to grab a mustard bottle and lift a leg up and squirt it on him, marking his territory.

Joe Aiello: Mike isn’t taking Joey Orsome serious, and it’s clearly getting into Joey’s head. This is a lot of abuse both physically and mentally.

Jeremy Piven: I knew Joey was into Gold Discipline. He’s just getting warmed up for tonight when he has six male prostitutes give it to him tonight.

The must bottle flies out of Mike’s hand as Joey drives his heel upwards into the pelvic cavity of his opponent, and falls over. Mike cries a little as he moans; Joey gets up, breaks open a Fire Extinguisher case, takes it and sprays down his opponent. Mike shouts an alarmed yelp, but as he sits up, Joey strikes him in the chest with the bottom, flooring him and tosses it on his opponent’s gut. Mike spits on Joey and tries to get away, knocking over trash cans.

Orsome isn’t happy, grabs some of the glass bottles and pelts his opponent from a distance, but before he could escape, Joey ran over and stomps on his opponents back. He pulls him up by his hair and punches his opponents face several times. Joey screams in his opponent’s face, winds up to smash his knee in Mikes face, but Mike catches his knee, flips him over and hits an Ankle Lock Submission like Ken Shamrock.

They fight and wrestle around a little bit, both men then tumble down.

The two roughhouse with each other, and Mike is on top. He slaps his opponents face several times then drives a fist into Joey’s nose. Acting quick, Mike drives a few knees into his opponents gut, make Orsome cough. He the slaps his opponent and pulls onto his knees and drags him towards a table.

Jeremy Piven: Ugh oh, looks like someone needs wood.

Joe Aiello: It looks the streak is in danger!

Mike points to the table, puts Joey’s head on his shoulder and lands the I Didn’t Mean It![/u] Drinks and snacks cover both their bodies, however Mike leans back and counts with the referee.


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THREE!!!

Mike quickly stands up as the referee holds his arm up.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall, MIKE!

Winner: Mike

Jeremy Piven: It’s about damn time! The streak is over! Mike has just defeated the previously undefeated Joey Orsome.

Joe Aiello: It’s sad to see a great winning streak break. I do want to congratulate the nicest man in the world on a job well done. Better luck next time, Joey.

The arena goes black and the crowd cheers with excitement.

Joey Aiello: ...and here we go!

Jeremy Piven: With Orsome's absence, The Second Coming's silence has been deafening!

Joey Aiello: That was almost poetic, Piven.

Jude's laughter can be heard throughout the arena. It cuts the audience down to an eerie lull. The Second Coming's face - Joey Orsome's face is on the screen. The Second Coming smirks and taps his finger on the camera in front of him, so it looks like he's tapping on the giant screen over the stage area.

The Second Coming: I'll keep this brief because I know you're not feeling well, and as you and the rest of the world can probably expect, life for you, Joseph isn't going to get better any time soon. The fact of the matter is, that I have a demand. Sure, I suppose that makes me seem like a bit of a bully, but we all have our own agenda, don't we? I'll get right to the point. You can have your filthy girlfriend back. Jude and I, we wanted to take her in as a part of our own family, as you clearly didn’t appreciate what you had until it was gone. Joseph, pumpkin, how dare you toss around such “a defenseless woman” as you so gallantly put it!

The Second Coming gives the camera a wry smile.

The Second Coming: Come on, Joseph. Let’s get our story straight, son. You can’t toss around your fiancé one week, and then admonish me the next time something isn’t going your way. It makes you sound less like a man worthy of a woman, no less a main event spot. Oh, and how did that work out for you, by the way? Main event one week, the hospital the next, and then somewhere on the mid-card after that! And you don’t think I know how to destroy a person?! Joseph, sometimes, in order to make an omelette, you have to blow up the fucking grocery store!

The Second Coming throws his head back and laughs a maniacal laugh. He smirks at the camera, clearly satisfied with himself and continues.

The Second Coming: The “games” are far from over. And you are not a broken man, yet. You may feel destroyed, you may think that I’ve brought you down to rock bottom, but scooping up your beloved when you’ve thrown her away is far from the end. You want me in that ring? You want me to fight you like a man? Sure, no problem. I’ll come down to that ring and stare at you, face-to-face.

He stops and chuckles at the idea of this, the two Orsome-looking men preparing to do battle.

The Second Coming: But as they say, “Much like in love, all is fair in war.” This isn’t some petty street fight, Joseph. I’ve told you, this is war. I’m going to destroy you. I will finish you one way or another. If you truly want no more innocents to be scorned, then this is my demand.

Retire.

I’m giving you your woman back. She’s a little worse for the wear, but you can have her back. Treat her right, show her you really care, that you’ve learned your lesson, and no one, not even her, has to be afraid of being associated with the likes of you. Put this war to an end before anyone else gets hurt any further. Go home, and never ever come back.

The screen goes black and Orsome stares blankly at the screen before realizing that there’s a figure in the aisle. The color in his face drops out before he dives through the ropes and catches the woman before she collapses. She screams out for Joey Orsome, as he starts ripping away at the bandages that are wrapped around Sophia’s body and face.

Suddenly, his jaw drops. He slowly starts to back away from his fiancé, as she lays in the aisle, pleading for him to help her, to save her. Joey drops to his knees and screams out, calling The Second Coming a monster. The camera turns to see, that The Second Coming and his little apprentice, Jude, have made Sophia look exactly the way that Jude does.

Joey Aiello: Oh my god…

Jeremy Piven: I don’t…I don’t…we’ll be right back, folks…

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We go live back to Brawl backstage at the EWC stadium in Houston, Texas, Shadow Man is storming around backstage looking for somebody seemingly furious. He bumps into Ashton Daniels who's slightly concerned at Shadow Man's rage.

Shadow Man: Why the hell am I not scheduled in for the Hardcore Championship match on Brawl during title week? I am a fucking legend in this company and I didn't return to play a bit part in the rebuild of the company I helped rise to the top of the professional wrestling game years ago.

Ashton: Whoa! Shadow just chill man, sorry to hear your frustrations, but I have bigger plans for you during title week... the Hardcore title will have to wait for you, after all you have only had one match since the return of the EWC and you may be a legend, but everybody has had to start from scratch and earn there way under my new ruling here.

Shadow Man: Go on then, appease me, what have you got planned for your biggest asset?

Ashton: Now Shadow, you are going to love this... I propose for only the third time ever a King of the Deathmatch match.

A huge smirk comes onto Shadow's face, as he knows more than anyone how violent these matches can be.

Shadow Man: Really... go on, tell me more.

Ashton: Well it will be Shadow Man vs Nick Wadden.

Shadow Man: Haha, yes, Ashton you can go a long way in this company if you continue to make decisions like this.

Ashton: I appreciate that Shadow, it will create such a buzz around the place to have a match of that violence that I know you are capable of... also and the main reason behind this is to really get to Mr. Cripple, BDC because i know this will really grind his gears.

Shadow Man: Fair enough, but, I want you to know that I'm not going to be a puppet in your little personal war with BDC, and with respect, I don't want you bad mouthing him in front of me. Me and B are as close as brothers, and I've got his back, but, this is business, and we've always said that business has to come first. That being said, this is the right choice Ash.

Shadow Man walks past Ashton and claps his hands together and rubs them together with a massive smile on his face. Leaving Ashton watching him walk away.

Ashton: Hmm, nice chap.

[President Mac]

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MATCH FIVE

Sah'ta Thor w/ Damon Cross
vs
Bel Biggz w/ Deadeye

Joe Aiello: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. Up next for you we have a cracking grudge match between two superstars coming off the back of a loss in the tag team title match last week. Bel Biggz and Sah'ta Thor will each be joined by their respected tag team partners.

Jeremy Piven: I can't wait.

Jessica Stroup: This match is scheduled for one fall.

The opening riff to "Let it Die" by Ozzy Osbourne echoes through the arena's speaker system as the lights dim. A few seconds pass before a golden light focuses on the top of the ramp. Standing there is a regal looking Sah'ta Thor who is wearing a white furred red satin kingly mantle with a matching crown (ala Lawler). In his right hand is a royal scepter studded with gems. The light takes on a reddish tinge as four women (Melfina, Briandea, Paige, and Colliette) dressed in varying colored corsets come out from the back and surround him. As the the lyrics start up the group starts down the ramp as the women dance around him.

Jessica Stroup: Making his way to the ring, standing five feet nine inches tall and weighting one hundred and seventy five pounds. Sah'ta Thor!

Once at the ring Thor hands the crown and scepter to the women before shrugging off the royal robes. Thor is now revealed to be standing in a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt with a golden pattern of the Seven Deadly Sins with the words Sin Incarnate in white. He pulls off his shirt revealing his scarred toned muscular upper body. He turns and starts pacing in the ring as he waits for his partner, Damon Cross, to accompany him.

Don't (arena goes black) Be (arena lights up) Silent! (arena floods in a red light. As the beginning of Confrontation blares over the PA system, the camera pans around and finds Damon Cross standing in the crowd on the second tier. Damon makes his way through the crowd, pushing through the massive throngs of the crowd trying to pat him on the back. Once he reaches the barricade, Damon hops over and grabs the time keeper's steel chair and places it in the nearest corner. Damon stands with one foot on the chair and the other on the barricade. As the lyrics "Don't be silent, Defy the tyrant" blare over the PA System, Cross throws his arm in the air as the crowd reacts back by throwing their own fists in the air. Damon hops off the chair and rolls under the bottom rope.

Jessica Stroup: And Thor's opponent...

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

Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 220 pounds, accompanied by his tag team partner Deadeye... 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.

Joe Aiello: Well here we go. Can Bel keep his undefeated singles streak or can Thor finally knock him off his perch?

Jeremy Piven: He's not a bird Joe.

Jessica Stroup leaves the ring, followed by Cross and Deadeye in their partners corner. Bel and Thor begin to circle each other in the ring as the referee signals for the start of the match. Bel and Thor lock up but Bel uses his slight weight advantage and over powers Thor putting him into a side headlock. Thor pushes him off into the ropes and follows up with a hip toss. Bel gets up and shrugs himself off.

Joe Aiello: I have a feeling there will be a lot of back and forth action.

Jeremy Piven: That's what she said.

Thor and Bel go to lock up again but Bel cheekily thumbs Thor in the eye. Cross on the outside makes his case to the referee but it is ignored. Bel kicks Thor in the gut and slams him head first with a DDT. Deadeye claps in appreciation. Bel pulls Thor to his feet and throws him into the corner but Thor stops his momentum with his arms, turns and hits Bel with a fierce right hand. Bel stumbles back and Thor catches him with a standing drop kick. This time Cross claps in appreciation.

Joe Aiello: What did I say? Back and forth.

Jeremy Piven: Shut up.

Thor drops and pins Bel.

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Bel kicks out. Thor immediately gets up and takes Bel with him. Thor whips Bel into the ropes but Bel ducks the attempted clothesline, Thor turns around and is taken out by a clothesline from Bel. He then drops his elbow into the sternum of Thor and covers.

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Thor kicks out. Bel climbs on top of Thor and drives the point of his elbow into his forehead. Thor covers up and somehow grabs Bel's arm and rolls through into an arm bar.

Joe Aiello: Wow impressive reversal!

Jeremy Piven: Bel was a bit careless if you ask me. Not like him.

Thor tightens the arm bar but luckily for Bel he is only a foot away from the ropes and with a last gasp stretch he clutches the bottom rope forcing Thor to break the hold. Thor gets up and visciously stamps on Bel's knee. He then holds Bel by the ankle, lifts up his leg and then thrusts his knee straight into the mat. Bel rolls over and clutches his knee. Cross again claps right in Bel's face this time. Thor pulls Bel away from the ropes into the center of the ring and stamps his knee once more. He then climbs to the top rope and leaps off looking to elbow drop right onto the knee of Bel but Bel wisely lifts his knee and Thor inadvertantly catches a face full of knee brace.

Joe Aiello: Yowza! Face first into the knee brace. That had to have hurt!

Jeremy Piven: Bel's a wiley old fox. Don't expect anything less.

Bel gets to his feet with a little help from the ropes and adjusts his knee brace as Thor begins to sit up. Bel waits for the perfect moment and drives his knee straight into the side of Thor's head again. Thor drops straight back down again and Bel pins him.

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Thor gets his shoulder up!

Joe Aiello: No remorse from Bel! I was sure Thor was out cold there!

Bel gets up and looks to Deadeye with a disappointed expression. Deadeye claps in encouragement. Bel circles Thor before grabbing both his legs and steps through to put Thor into a Figure 4 but Thor wriggles one of his legs free, grabs Bel's arms and monkey flips him through the ropes to the outside. Bel crashes hard onto the floor! The entire audience gasp. Deadeye immediately runs over to check on his partner as Thor buys himself some time.

Joe Aiello: WOW! Never in my life have I seen someone monkey flipped through the ropes before. Incredible counter by Thor.

Jeremy Piven: Bel hit the floor so hard. At his age that really won't do him any good.

On the outside of the ring Damon Cross lingers as Deadeye tends to Bel who is holding his back after being launced through the ropes. Deadeye spots Cross stalking him and gets up to chase him off but in doing so he leaves Bel open to attack. Thor quickly capatalises by sliding under the ropes and grabbing Bel. Thor whips Bel into the steel ring post and scampers as Deadeye comes running back but the damage has already been done. Thor stands in the ring and sadistically laughs as the referee begins a ten count.

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Deadeye desperately tries to get Bel to his feet but Bel is sluggish and can only get to his knees.
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Deadeye offers his shoulder as Bel tenderly gets to some sort of vertical base.
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Bel lunges under the bottom rope and just manages to break the ten count but Thor immediately goes after him stomping on his knee and head. Thor picks up a limp and lifeless Bel and thrusts his knee into Bel's gut before hitting Bel with a standing frankensteiner. Thor covers!

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Bel incredibly just gets his shoulder up. Thor can't believe it.

Joe Aiello: HOW!?

Jeremy Piven: Well Joe he lifted his shoulder off the ring mat... you dick.

The crowd all cheer trying to get behind Bel realising the incredible effort to kick out after the onslaught and barrage of attacks he just endured. Deadeye joins in slapping the apron getting the crowd to clap in unison. Thor laughs off the attempt and picks Bel up and throws him into the corner. Bel slumps against the turnbuckle and Thor goes to splash Bel but Bel ducks in desperation and Thor hits nothing. He stumbles back from the corner and walks straight into a sleeper hold!

Joe Aiello: Sleeper! He's got it locked in! This could be a huge turn of events.

Jeremy Piven: What did I say? Never count him out.

Bel locks it in as tight as possible as Thor desperately tries to fight it off but it's no good. Thor slowly begins to weaken and drops to one knee. The crowd get more behind Bel and begin to cheer even louder. Thor drops to both knees. Cross realising Thor is in trouble tries to climb into the ring but the referee stops him from entering. Cross begins to argue with the ref and is completely oblivious to the fact Deadeye has moved around the outside of the ring towards him. Deadeye grabs Cross' feet and pulls him off the apron causing Cross to hit the apron head first. Deadeye then whips Cross into the ring steps to the cheers of the crowd.

Joe Aiello: I knew it wouldn't take long before Cross and Deadeye got involved!

Jeremy Piven: I bet Deadeye enjoyed that.

In the ring Bel still has Thor in a sleeper. Thor looks lifeless as the referee comes over and lifts up the arm of Thor. He drops it.

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He again picks up Thor's arm and drops it.

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Hebner picks up Thor's arm a final time and drops it but Thor clenches his fist and holds his arm in the air. He begins to fight and tries to muster all the energy he can to get to his feet but Bel is smart and realises Thor is gaining momentum so he releases the sleeper and kicks him in the chest but Thor grabs his leg. Bel looks shocked as Thor begins to stand up still holding onto his leg but Bel somehow finds the energy to jump up and catches Thor once again in the face with his knee brace!

Joe Aiello: Another knee brace to the head! How has Thor not been knocked unconcious from these!?

Jeremy Piven: Must not have a lot up there.

Bel covers Thor!

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Suddenly Bel gets pulled off the cover by Damon Cross from the outside! Damon quickly drops down and rolls under the ring. Bel looks at the referee in disgust and holds his hands out but the referee signals to Bel that he didn't see who it was and so can't do anything about it. Bel looks under the ring apron and tries to find Damon but he is nowhere to be found. He gets back up only to see Thor running across the ring at him. Thor hits a flying dropkick through the bottom and middle rope on Bel and sends him flying into the barricade! "HOLY SHIT" echoes for a few seconds around the arena.

Joe Aiello: Another incredible move by Thor. How long can Bel sustain all this punishment for?

Jeremy Piven: Ask your mother about punishment, she’ll tell you.

Thor grabs Bel by the back of the neck and throws him into the ring. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits as Bel slowly staggers to his feet and turns around. Thor leaps off for a cross body but Bel ducks underneath it and Thor hits the ring mat. Bel quickly moves over to Thor, picks him up and hits his signature move “Muff Dive”. Bel goes to cover but once again Cross is up on the apron distracting the referee!

Joe Aiello: Bel surely had the win there but once again Cross interfere’s.

Jeremy Piven: Here comes Deadeye again.

Bel gets up from the cover to make his way towards Cross on the apron but Cross backs off as he spots Deadeye making his way over to him too. He runs off in the opposite direction but the distraction was perfect as Thor sneaks up on Bel and rolls him up!

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BEL KICKS OUT at the last possible second and rolls out of the roll up somehow locking Thor’s head in the process and out of nowhere hits Thor with the Bel-trasm!

Joe Aiello: WHAT A COUNTER!

Jeremy Piven: It’s over!

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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall… Bel Biggz!

WINNER: BEL BIGGZ

Bel rolls out of the ring as Cross rolls under the ropes to tend to Thor. Deadeye joins Bel as the two celebrate up the ramp.

Joe Aiello: What a seriously impressive victory. Can anyone stop Bel Biggz?

Jeremy Piven: Sah'ta Thor is starting to get in a bit of a rutt now after such a great start to life in the EWC.

Joe Aiello: He's too talented to be down for too long, Cross also , i'll back these guys to come good over title week. Don't go anywhere because up next is our main event.

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

The scene opens backstage in the locker room area where Shadow Man is talking to Ace Heart with Ace trying to get an interview booked with the legend himself in the near future, BDC bursts into Shadow's locker room fuming and almost bursting at the seems.

BDC: What the hell do you think your playing at Shadow Man?!!

Shadow Man: Excuse me! What the hell are you talking about?

BDC: I've heard about this match that you and Ashton Daniels are planning for Brawl's title week show, this King of the Deathmatch III against Nick Wadden.

Shadow Man: Great idea isn't it, where did they find that Ashton dude?

BDC: Great idea? Really Shady? How many times have we both been injured because of stupid matches like this? How many times have we visited each other in hospital? How many times have we been on the phone till God knows what time, moaning and groaning about our aches an pains? Shady, you and me, we're friends right?

Shadow Man: Of course we are B. I'm Karl's godfather. You and me, we're practically family.

BDC: Exactly! I asked you to be my son's godfather, because I knew that should anything happen to me, you were the only other person I'd trust to make sure he was looked after and brought up right, and now it feels like you are spitting in the face of the promise you made me! Tell me Shady, what the hell happens if you end up in seriously injured, ey? These matches are serious, and one of you could easily end up in a wheelchair, or even worse, dead, and for what?

Shadow Man: Me... end up in a wheelchair because of a match.... against Nick Wadden?

Shadow Man smirks at the though, but has to much respect for his friend to push it any further.

BDC: I'm not letting this go Shady!

Shadow Man: Listen B, this match is happening. I know you don't like this hardcore stuff, but, I am what I am. I understand and respect your point of view, but, I don't appreciate you busting in here and trying to force your views on to me. I don't handle stuff like this very well, so, in the name of our friendship, I'm going to have to ask you to get the hell out of here, before we both do or say something we'll both regret.

BDC storms out of the locker room and slams the door behind him. Shady puts his hands on his hips, and shakes his head in frustration.

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Aiello: Welcome back to Brawl as the show rolls on and it's time for the main event.

Piven: What in the blue hell is Derek Wellings doing in the main event?!

Aiello: Oh come on Jer, he's alright.

Piven: Alright!!! If i see him walking around backstage with just a towel on again and he comes up to me to shake my hand and makes me miss his hand on purpose, i'm guna...

Aiello: Your guna what?

Piven: I'm guna flip out!

Aiello: I'd be more worried if he flipped out to be honest.

Piven: Arrg, shut up Joe... you'd love it.

Aiello: Ok it's a family show...

'The war is over' by Trust Company hits and Derek Wellings makes his entrance to an incredible ovation. The fans are behind him and with a stern face, Derek walks towards the ring.

Jessica Stroup: This match is your main event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall, first from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 280lbs... 'The Airbourne Ranger' DEREK WELLINGS!!!

As he nears it, Derek increases his speed and slides in. Then in two movements he hops onto his feet and pounds on his shoulder, before looking over at Jeremy and winking.

Piven: Ahh man, this guy is disgusting!

"Bangarang" by Skrillex begins to play and there is a small wait as the song goes through its light intro before Jay walks out to the top of the ramp with pyrotechnics blasting on either side.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Devon, England, weighing 225lbs... this is 'The Elite' JAY CEE!!!

Jay stops to check out the crowd and puts his hands on his hips and grins. As the song gets on Jay raises his arms up and starts to walk down the ramp. The first few steps pyros once again go off either side as he walks down. Jay turns with his arms spread out to the side in a "check me out" style, still smiling. Jay takes his time to get to the bottom. He then walks around the ring, still taking his time. Halfway around the ring he stops, he looks up at the ring and jumps onto the apron. He walks alongside the outside and stands on the second turnbuckle and puts his arms out shouting at the crowd that he is here. Jay then jumps over the ropes landing in the ring. He goes over to the opposite turnbuckle climbing to the second turnbuckle and repeating his pose from the other turnbuckle. After absorbing the atmosphere Jay gets down.

Aiello: This should make for an interesting battle, two crowd favourites.

Piven: Wellings a crowd favourite, you gotta be kidding me.

Aiello: Well listen for yourself.

The stadium is erupting with noise, amped for the main event.
'LET'S GO WELLINGS...

LETS GO CEE...

LETS GO WELLINGS...

LET'S GO CEE!!!'

Piven: They got the wrong Wellings, they must mean Tom Welling...

Aiello: You mean Superman?

Piven: Yeah him.

Aiello: So your saying Derek Wellings is like Superman?

Piven: No... oh just shut the fuck up already, is this match over yet?

The referee calls for the bell and both men look at one another and they shake hands in the middle of the ring before locking up. Wellings uses his strength advantage to back up Cee into the corner. The referee calls for the break and Wellings backs off. They circle the ring and Cee shakes his arms to loosen them up before they lock up once more. Wellings quickly assumes the upper hand and once again backs Cee up in the corner of the ring, leaving Cee frustrated when Wellings is told to let go again. Wellings wants to lock up for a third time and Cee looks to go for it, but ducks and goes around the back of Wellings, locking his arms around the mid-section of Wellings looking to gain control. He tries to lift Wellings, but he uses his power to block any attempt, turns around and hits Cee hard with a righ fist. Cee returns the favour, but Wellings soon gets the edge and whips Cee into the ropes and knocks him down with a shoulder block. Wellings comes off the ropes and drops an elbow, but Cee rolls out of the way and dropkicks Wellings. Jay goes for an early attempt at locking in a sharpshooter, but Wellings is having none of it and flips Jay over using his leg strength. Wellings is up and clotheslines Jay and follows it up with a second clothesline. As Jay makes it to his feet again Wellings whips him into the turnbuckle and hits a splash in the corner. He starts hitting Jay with some tough knife edge chops with the crowd 'woooo'ing every one.

Aiello: Wellings has come right out of the blocks tonight.

Piven: Yeah he may feel he has something to prove after the last couple weeks, losing the triple threat last week.

Aiello: Well he's certainly got his chance tonight here in the main event and is looking to take that chance.

Jay is dazed and Wellings lifts him up for an airplane spin before slamming him on the mat. He recieves a more mixed reaction from the fans now as the die hard Jay Cee fans begin to get concerned. Wellings pulls Jay up and whips him into the ropes and ducks down for a back body drop, but Jay puts on the brakes by holding onto the ropes and Wellings goes to clothesline Jay, but he pulls down the top rope sending Wellings flying over the top rope to the floor outside. Jay follows him out and hits him with a couple forearm shots, before ramming Wellings back first into the side of the ring with his shoulder into Wellings midsection. Jay rolls Wellings into the ring and slides in after him, he drops a knee on Wellings head before covering him.
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Kick out by Wellings. Jay looks to get back on top of Wellings and stomps him before locking in an armbar, Wellings uses his strength to get back to a vertical base still with an armbar locked in, he backs into the ropes and manages to send Jay into the ropes and knocks him down with a big boot. As Jay gets up Wellings hits a side slam on Jay and hooks the leg.
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Kick out by Jay Cee after just one.

Aiello: Both men with early pin attempts. It's been quite a methodical pace so far.

Wellings goes back to work on Jay and drops an elbow before climbing to the second rope, he waits for Jay to get to his feet and drops an axe handle on the back of his head. Wellings then scoop slams Jay before going for another cover.
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Kick out easily again by Jay. Wellings stalks Jay and is now in complete control of the preceedings here, Jay turns around and Wellings hits an inverted atomic drop before clotheslining him hard. He then picks up Jay and gets him in a tortue rack, pulling and shaking Jay's body as he desperately tries to escape. The referee is watching intently checking on Jay before Wellings chucks Jay down and makes another cover.
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Aiello: Not this time, Jay kicks out again this time after two.

Piven: I've not seen Wellings so impressive so far and taking this so seriously.

Wellings climbs to the second rope again and panders to the crowd looking for a reaction and parts of the crowd cheer for him. Jay turns around to Wellings once more and he goes for a flying shoulder tackle.

Aiello: 280lbs flying from the ropes, unbelievable.

Jay is on to it however and counters hitting a cutter on Wellings to the delight of the majority of the Houston fans. Both men are down, but Jay rests an arm over Wellings for a cover.
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Shoulder up by the big man. Jay grabs the leg of Wellings and drops an elbow to the inside of his knee and holds on twisting his knee in a submission hold. Wellings kicks Jay back and gets up but Jay hits a DDT. He climbs to the tope rope and hits a moonsault landing perfectly on Wellings, he stays on and hooks the big leg.
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Kick out after two for Wellings and Jay can't believe it. He stomps on Wellings and goes for a sharpshooter, but Wellings blocks the attempt and forces his way up, Jay goes for a dropkick, but Wellings just palms his leg away and hits his own springboard dropkick.

Piven: Impressive move from the Airbourne Ranger.

Aiello: Sure is, you don't expect to see that from a near three hundred pounder.

Jay is back up and runs at Wellings who hits a powerslam on Jay, but doesn't go for a cover this time.

Aiello: That could be a mistake by Wellings, keep the pressure on.

Piven: I actually think it's wise, he knows Jay Cee is a tough cookie and will need to do more than that to beat him.

Aiello: Wellings looking at this match as a momentum builder and a catalist going into title week.

Wellings lifts Jay up and goes for a full nelson slam, but Jay counters with an arm drag, but walks straight into a samoan drop and Wellings dows make a cover.
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Jay kicks out and doesn't give up his undefeated streak. Wellings is starting to look frustrated with not being able to keep Jay Cee down. He whips Jay into the turnbuckle and follows it up with an elbow in the corner. He lifts Jay up onto the tope rope and climbs up, he goes for a superplex from the tope rope, but Jay punches Wellings in the midsection, blocking it. Jay then headbutts Wellings before hitting a sunset flip from the tope rope into a pin.
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Kick out by Wellings and both men are down and the referee beins his count.
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Jay is back up to one knee, followed by Wellings and Jay goes for a swinging neckbreaker, by Wellings swings right through, spinning around to get behind Jay and goes for a German suplex, Jay blocks it and counters with a stunner. Wellings isn't down for long though and walks into a superkick, he manages to grab Jay's foot with both hands to block it and throws Jay with a belly to belly suplex.

Aiello: This match is really picking up the pace now, an amazing counter by Wellings.

Wellings pulls Jay up with his arm and goes for a chokeslam, but in mid air Jay counters with a facebuster and both men are down again. Jay comes too and has another go at locking in a sharpshooter, he gets Wellings over who tries desperately to reach the bottom rope. Jay's face is showing all kinds of grit and determination as he's having to really hold onto the tree trunk legs of Wellings. He looks like he may have to tap out... but manages to use his arms to get up his front up and roll through escaping the hold. Jay goes for the ELITEMINATION on Wellings, but Wellings counters with a knee to the gut before hitting Jay with an uppercut. Wellings then goes for a gutwrench powerbomb on Jay, he sets him up and lifts him into the powerbomb position and slams him hard onto the mat and he drops down onto Jay and makes a cover.
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Jay gets a shoulder up in the nick of time. Wellings climbs to the tope rope and tries to get the crowd rallied and if it were against anyone else they'd probably be going nuts, but a lot of the Houston crowd are pulling for the former EWC champ. Wellings looks annoyed at the crowd reaction and waits for Jay, who staggers to his feet using the ropes before turning to Wellings on the tope rope. Wellings flies off the top rope and connects with a 280 pound cross body, however Jay uses Wellings momentum and rolls through it making a pin.
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A shocked Wellings wriggles.
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And he does kick out before three.

Aiello: That was brilliant from Jay, that would have still taken a lot out of him though.

Piven: What a main event we've got on our hands and the final one until title week.

Wellings gets up pissed off now with the crowd and with Jay Cee and starts pummeling him with hard shots.

Aiello: Wellings is increasing the intensity to this match now.

He whips Jay into the ropes, but Jay slides through Wellings legs and drops him with a neckbreaker. He attempts another sharpshooter looking for the submission pin, but Wellings grabs Jay's leg so he can't turn him over, so Jay while holding both Wellings legs rolls over Wellings creating a pinning position.
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Wellings powers out this time. Jay drops a knee onto Wellings, before stomping him, but Wellings keeps forcing his way back to his feet. Jay comes off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Wellings gets underneath Jay lifts him with both arms on Jay's chest above his head and just moves from under him dropping Jay front first to the mat. Jay turns round and Wellings hits ARMY STRONG on Jay.

Piven: Holy fuck! That's it!

The Houston fans have been stunned into silence just like that. Wellings hooks the leg with a massive grin on his face and the ref makes the count.
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Aiello: It's over!

Foot on the bottom rope from Jay Cee to force a rope break and Derek Wellings colour has all dropped from him face leaving him shocked.

Piven: OH MY GOD! Is there any quit in Jay Cee at all? He really is a champion without a belt.

Wellings storms around the ring and looks down at Jay who's stirring, Wellings goes over to him and drags him up and goes for Army Strong for a second time in a row. Jay Cee counters by rolling over from being in the powerbomb position to locking in a cross arm breaker on Wellings.

Aiello: How the...

Piven: You mean HOW THE FUCK did he counter into that?

Aiello: Um... yeah i can contain myself though.

Piven: Yeah i can't.

Jay pulls on Derek's arm looking for a submission, but Wellings holds on and is determined not to tap out. He slides inch by inch on his back closer to the ropes and finally gets a finger tip onto the rope, before grasping it. Jay breaks the hold, but can't fully capatalize after being hit with Wellings best move moments ago. Wellings shakes his arm off and Jay gets to his feet as well and Wellings goes for a big boot on Jay, who ducks and goes for the ELITEMINATION, Jay goes to lift Wellings the bigger man, but Jay struggles to keep him up and Wellings manages to scramble out of it. Wellings comes off the ropes and goes for a spear, but Jay uses his momentum to lift him again and hits the ELITEMINATION, a little quicker than usual.

Piven: He hit it!

Jay falls onto Wellings for the cover and the ref makes the count.
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Wellings somehow gets a shoulder up unbelievably and Jay cannot believe it.

Aiello: I cannot believe Wellings has just kicked out of the Elitemination, he has beaten so many superstars, not just in recent time, but in years gone when the EWC was before.

Piven: That shows real guts from Wellings and you can just tell this is going to be his night.

Jay uses the ropes to pull himself back up and climbs to the top rope.

Aiello: Well we know what's coming now.

Piven: Don't be stupid Jay, just finish him.

Jay sets himself on the top rope and looks out into the crowd and he gets a huge pop before flying off the top rope and going for the J SAULT. Wellings rolls out of the way at the very last second leaving Jay to crash and burn.

Piven: No, no, no... silly mistake Jay Cee.

Both men begin to move and Wellings is up first after having more time and he looks for Basic Training, he scoops Jay up, but an amazing counter from Jay who hits a cutter from halfway through the way. Jay calls for it and as Wellings gets to his feet Jay hits a spear to Wellings, before climbing to the top rope once more. He connects with a J SAULT from the top rope and hooks the leg of Wellings.
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Aiello: Got it this time?!

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Aiello: Yes he has!

The referee calls for the bell and 'Bangarang' begins to play throughout the arena once more as both Jay Cee and Derek Wellings are down and not moving.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner and still undefeated...'The Elite' JAY CEEEEEE!!!

Winner: 'The Elite' Jay Cee

Aiello: Jay Cee has done it again... he remains undefeated and goes to 6-0 since the EWC returned two months ago.

Piven: What an effort from Derek Wellings though, all throughout the match and to kick out of Jay's finisher the Elitemination is quite something.

The referee helps Jay to his feet and raises his arm in victory, but the match has taken a lot out of him. Jay gingerly leaves the ring using the ring steps to make his way down. He slowly walks up the ramp as the referee then turns his attention to Derek Wellings who is beginning to stir in the middle of the ring. Suddenly the lights black out.

Aiello: Hold up... What's going on?

The lights come back on to reveal three men surrounding Derek Wellings in the ring.

Piven: That's Charlie Feigel, Spazz and Mike Corral. The newly formed faction, Element X!

Wellings looks around him as the three men arrogantly smirk. Feigel nods and the three men all simultaneously begin to pummel Wellings into the ground. They visciously stomp and punch the entire length of his body. Wellings tries to get up to fight them off but the force of the attack is too much and he collapses helplessly in the middle of the ring as the three men continue their assault.

Aiello: Someone get out here and stop this brutal attack!

Element X all stop their attack after a signal from Feigel once again. He gestures to Coral and Spazz and they pull a limp and lifeless Derek Wellings to his feet. They lift him up and hit 'eXtreme Descent' with huge authority in the middle of the ring. All three of them laugh sinisterly as they stand around Wellings' battered and motionless body bringing the show to a malicious and brutal end.

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