FNR #371 - Houston

[Ashton Daniels]

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

FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE

EPISODE 371

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 RAMPAGE

August 9, 2013

Live From EWC Stadium in Houston

Commentators: David Arquette & Scott Caan

Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui

Head Ref: John Dean

Backstage help: Ace Heart

"Can't Hold Us" by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis blasts in the Stadium as the show starts off with a video footage detailing historic events that have taken place on Friday Night Rampage. Images of previous Champions are shown, starting with Chupacabra then moving onto Cameron Hayden, Michael Saint, Shadow Man, Level One and James Chambers. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Blade, Ebon, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, Kid Cactus, Kid Cannabis, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray and then explodes into Sedition members Gladiator and then The Rev


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

FN'R
FN'R
FN'R
FN'R

The Camera is out in the backstage area where we see a limo pull up. A man in a nice suit gets out of the drivers side and walks around to the back of the limo. The nice man opens up the back door and out steps Michael Saint.

Saint: It's good to be home.

Saint walks away with a smile on his face as we go back to the arena with Rampage commentators David Arquette and Scott Caan, who look gobsmacked.

Arquette: Oh my god, was that really him?

Caan: I don't think our eyes are decieving us David, that was him... the famous Michael Saint is here, he's here with us tonight.

Arquette: Wow... wow i'm actually speechless, one of the EWC greats has come home, what a night we have in store for us tonight... What will he have in store for us on what will be an historic night on Rampage.

Caan: It's Saint, this is amazing.

Match One

Angel Kash
VS
Joe Seventi

The bell rings to signal we are ready for the first match of the evening.

David Arquette: So welcome ladies and gentlemen, this is the first match of the evening and what a great way to start off with two new superstars. Isn’t that right, pal?

Scott Caan: You got that right, bro. Angel Kash and Joe Seventi, he didn’t win his first match so hopefully this week things will be different.

I'm running your city, racks I got plenty,
You don't know a bad bitch like me, it ain't many
I can pull up in the Mini with my skirt real mini,
And let your N---- and tell me how he feel me.

The fans begin to boo loudly as the opening cords of Trina's "Beautiful, Dirty, Rich hits over the PA system, as the arena lights dim, and begin flashing all over, a gold carpet rolls out, and out steps Angel Kash who has a smug look on her face, alongside her is Leroy, who just stands there emotionless as she is greeted by a loud chorus of boos! She smirks before striking a pose for the fans who are booing the arrogant young woman who just takes it in stride.

Yes I talk shit, you weak toast, middle finger, speed off.
Bad bitch, big Benz, get money, fuck friends.
Bitch, I elevate, out in DCing,
I met the finish line where the game ends,
With my top off in my spaceship
I'm looking 3D, I'm in your face bitch.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from The Hamptons, New York, she is ANGEL KASH!

As she begins her arrogant supermodel style strut to the ring, trash talking, and taunting the fans as they boo her, she finally sticks her hand rudely out and puts it up to the fans to mean "talk to the hand!" As she slowly climbs the steps Leroy lowers the ropes for her. She then does a bow, to taunt to the fans some more which only gets her more boos, as she climbs onto the second turnbuckle to do some more taunting, and then sits on the top turnbuckle, taking her ring entrance trademark black fur rope and hands it to the stage hand, as she lays on the turnbuckle nonchalantly, and her music cuts.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Her opponent from Chicago, Illinois. Standing in at six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, JOE SEVENTI!

David Arquette: Joe Seventi showed his heart last time we saw him, but he wasn’t lucky enough to come out the winner. Hopefully things change for him tonight.

Scott Caan: This young man has taken things in stride. I’m sure we’ll see greatness from Joe Seventi soon.

The referee quickly checks them both out to look for weapons, after finding none he rings the bell. Joe claps his hands and manages to get the people behind him, while Angel doesn’t pay them any mind. The Shift starts this match off with a quick shoulder tackle, then another, the third time Angel is on her feet, Joe takes her down once more with a Neck Breaker and cover. But barely gets a one count. He gets to his knees and punchers her several more times. Joe bounces off the rope and lands with a vicious elbow across his opponent’s chest.

Joe goes to the top ropes, and attempts another elbow drop but Angel rolls out of the way. She gets up, presses the shin of her boot against her opponents face and grinds deeply. He fights back, and pushes her away, The Shift gets up quickly to get eye poked by his opponent. She then jumps onto his shoulders and hits a Head Scissors, drags him to the ropes, sets his head on the bottom rope and chokes him. The referee starts counting as the crowd disapproves loudly.

However Angel breaks the hold before she gets disqualified. She walks over her opponent, but Joe throws his bead back and strikes her head hard. Kash stumbles back as Seventi uses the ropes to help him back up quickly.

David Arquette: There’s still a lot of fight in Joe Seventi but it looks like Angel Kash isn’t getting much love from the audience tonight, even though she’s fighting just as hard.

Scott Caan: Well buddy, what do you expect? This Diva doesn’t care who hates her and who loves her, she’s just focused on winning her first match here in EWC, pal.

Angel attempts to hit a Backbreaker but Joe holds onto the ropes, Kash falls back hard and hits her head hard. Joe fires back with several hard fists, a Toe Kick and a Snap Suplex. The Shift grabs his opponent, tosses her into a corner, hits the Cartesian Strike and follows through with the The Paradigm Shift! He hooks one of Angels legs!



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TWO!...


THREE!!!

Seventi's music hits and the referee raises his arm in victory.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winning by pin fall, JOE SEVENTI!!

Winner: Joe Seventi

David Arquette: Joe Seventi picks up his first huge win tonight! This looks great for the young man coming into title week next week!

Scott Caan: That’s right buddy! I’m sorry to see Angel Kash lose but things are looking up for Joe Seventi! Good luck Title Week, Joe.

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The show cuts to Shadow Man and Ace Heart who are standing by in the interview area. Shadow admires a delicious looking taco as Ace begins.

Ace Heart: Tonight on Friday Night Rampage, we’ve got the #2 entrant for the Rumble in the Bronx and well, I’ve got a load of questions to ask you but maybe we can get some answers about your strange involvement with Jay Cee?

Suddenly the camera cuts to Bel Biggz and Deadeye Proteus standing over a sizzling grill. Both have goofy looking oversized cowboy hats on. Bel has a spatula and a bottle of BBQ sauce in hand.

Bel Biggz: HAHA, hold on there a moment, partners ‘cause we got sauce!! BARBEQUE SAUCE!!!

Deadeye: YES, SIRREE, IT’S COWBOY BEL’S own original RED HOT RICOCHET—

A gun shot is heard and Deadeye’s hat flies off his head.

Deadeye: BARBEQUE SAUCE!

Both: YEEEEEHAWWWW!

Back to Shadow Man and Ace Heart who both look quizzically at the camera in front of them.

Shadow Man: Barbecue sauce? But look what I’ve got. A taco!

Ace Heart: But Shadow, do you think it might be bold?

Back to The Cartel, close in shot of Bel…

Bel Biggz: BOLLLDDD!? Well HELL YES it’s BOLD!! It’s COWBOY Bel’s own original RED HOT RIC-O-CHET –

The camera zooms out and once again Deadeye’s hat is shot off the top of his head (or rather yanked by invisible fish line)

Deadeye: IT’S MIGHTY BOLD! How bold is it? It’s bold out enough to bulldog your taste buds and hogtie your tongue! THAT’S HOW BOLD THIS STUFF IS! You little pissants, I mean its BOOOOLDDDD!!

BOTH: BOOOOOOLLLLLLLDDDDD!!!

Back to Shadow Man and Ace Heart …

Ace Heart: What do you think, Shadow? Can we try some?

Shadow Man: Oh, I don’t know…

Ace Heart: They say it’s bold…

Once again, cut back to the cowboys…

Bel Biggz: I tell you what, you hairdressing little cowpokes, you watch for our new intern, and you’ll find yourself a free sample of COWBOY BEL’S own original RED HOT RIC-O-CHET—

Both their hats are shot off now.

Bel Biggz: --BARBEQUE SAUCE!

Deadeye: BOOOOOLLLD!!!

Shadow Man looks pensively at the BBQ sauce bottle in one hand and his taco in the other.

Shadow Man: It looks somewhat bold.

Shadow Man dabbles a bit on his taco and bites into its crunchy greatness.

Ace Heart: How about it, Shadow? Is it bold?

Shadow Man: It’s actually not … that bold.

Ace Heart: It’s not!?

Shadow Man: It’s decidedly … unbold. Hey, what’s the deal with this stuff not being bold?

Back to Bel Biggz and Deadeye for the final time…

Bel Biggz: NOW AVAILABLE IN NEW EXTRA BOLLLLLLDDDD!!!

Deadeye: ITS REEEEEEEALLLY BOLD! So BOLD it’s not RECOMMENDED FOR HUMAN consumption!!! There is no known antidote to new EXTRA BOLD—

Both: COWBOY BEL’S own original RED HOT RIC-O-CHET—

And their hats get shot off as someone mercifully in the production truck cuts to commercial.

[Ashton Daniels]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

Match Two

Adam Stryker
VS
Dark Spyder IV

The camera pans over to David Arquette and Scott Caan preparing for the second match of the evening.

David Arquette: Tonight we have quite an interesting match, long time star Adam Stryker going up against one of the more strange wrestlers I've ever seen, The Dark Spyder IV. I'm interested to see whether this new guy can stop the force that is Adam Stryker.

Scott Caan: And that will be no easy task David. With Stryker's wrestling extravaganza just 2 months awat, he's looking to win as many matches as possible in preparation.

"Get Real" roars through the PA system as Adam Stryker walks out on the stage, hearing a chorus of boos. Dressed in his ring attire and a black leather jacket, he takes a long look at the crowd while taking a last smoke from his cigarette. He throws the cigarette butt on the ground before slowly walking to the ring.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: From Los Angeles, California, weighting in at 220 pounds, representing The Untouchables... "The Loose Cannon"... ADAAAAAAAM... STRYYYYYYYKEEEEEEER!

Adam takes off the jacket and hands it to a ring crew member before climbing on the apron. He slingshots himself to the ring and gets on the top rope, where he performs a cut-throat taunt as his music slowly dies out.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent, weighing in at 130 pounds, The Dark Spyder IV!

As 'Get Up!' by Korn and Skrillex blasts through the arena, the lights dim and crimson spotlights scan the crowd, finally spotting The Dark Spyder IV as he makes his way down to ringside through the fans. He makes his way down, jumps the barrier, and slides into the ring...

Referee Dean Johnson signals for the start of the match, and both men circle each other carefully. Adam Stryker is the first to make move, inviting Spyder to tie up with him. As Spyder cautiously heads over towards Stryker, Stryker comes flying towards Spyder, hitting him with a Northern Lariat. Spyder quickly pops up, spins around and hits a dropkick on Stryker. As Stryker gets up, Spyder hooks his neck, bends over and hits Adam with an inverted backbreaker. Stryker is left shocked on the ground as Spyder stands over him. 

David Arquette: Great start by the new kid, The Dark Spyder IV. Adam Stryker is not an easy man to take down.

Scott Caan: It's still early, David. Let's see how the new guy progresses.

As Stryker gets up, the anger is visible in his eyes. He sprints towards Spyder, and tries to hit him with another lariat. Spyder is ready though, and ducks the lariat attempt. When Stryker turns around, Spyder is ready to pounce, and runs towards Stryker, leaping, and hitting him square in the jaw with his knee. Stryker crumples to the ground.

David Arquette: The Spyder Strike! I think Adam Stryker might be in a coma!

Spyder falls right into a pin attempt, and Dean Johnson counts the pin.

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Get Up! blares over the loudspeaker, and The Dark Spyder IV scrambles up the nearest turnbuckle. Most of the audience is stunned, but a few cheer loudly.

Scott Caan: Holy Shit! What an upset here tonight on Friday Night Rampage! Welcome to the EWC kid, enjoy your stay!

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner, The Dark Spyder IV!

Winner: The Dark Spyder IV

The Dark Spyder celebrates a win in his debut against one half of Bad Attitude.

Aiello: A great win for the Spyder, stay with us as Brawl continues.

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We are in a locker room we see Jay Cee and EWC President Mac talking.

Mac: And then I go "and that's what she said"

Jay Cee: That is just awesome Mac you are hilarious.

The door opens and in steps Michael Saint.

Saint: Am I interrupting something?

Mac: Hell no. Great to see you man.

Mac and Saint shake hands.

Saint: Well well Jay Cee. It is an honor.

Jay Cee: Right.

Saint and Jay Cee shake hands.

Saint: So I hear this is the man many think will be our new EWC Champion soon

Jay Cee: Not to toot my own horn or anything.

Saint: Jay I have watched you for a while. You have been there before you can go there again, but this is a new crop of talent. It is not like you are facing Joey Orsome anymore.

Mac: Actually Orsome is still here.

Awkward silence.

Saint: On that note I think it is a good idea for me to go.

Saint opens the door to leave and runs smack dab into Shadow Man. The two take a second to register who is in front of them and go nose to nose.

Saint: Shadow

Shadow Man: Saint

Saint: Funny meeting you here.

Shadow Man: Wouldn't miss it. Hear you are back.

Saint: You hear right.

Shadow Man: You bring that prick older brother of yours with you. He and I have some business to take care of.

Saint: El Chupacabra did not get the invite guess we lost it in the mail, but if you will excuse me.

Saint leaves the area.

Shadow Man: I hate that guy.

Mac: Who Saint or El Chupacabra?

Shadow Man: Both

The segment ends with Shady and Mac laughing.

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The show cuts to see Angel Kash walking backstage after her match earlier. The Trillion Dollar Princess is holding an ice patch to her head after taking a couple of bad bumps during the match. She stops for a moment to relax by the coffee machine, putting her hands on a table and catching her breath. She’s visibly upset after losing her match, and a couple of backstage employees offer to bring her water or console her. One seems to spot something out of the frame and quickly scampers out of the way. Suddenly, Kash is pushed hard into the coffee machine, knocking the whole thing over. Coffee spills on the ground and some falls on Angel Kash, burning her skin. Her attacker is revealed to be “The Tehran Terror” Hala Abbasi.

Arquette: What the hell is this?!

Caan: She’s wasting coffee!

Abbasi grabs Kash by her long, blond hair and whips her into another wall. Kash tries to get back to her feet with the support of a table, and laces Abbasi right in the jaw. In a blind fury, Kash starts wailing on her assailant, but Abbasi eventually manages to block and then slams Kash’s head into the table. For a moment, Abbasi stops and looks around to survey her surroundings. She sees something that interests her and smiles. Abbasi pulls out the 5-gallon tub from the water cooler and quickly starts smashing it over Kash’s head, then forcing her to swallow the rapid rush of water until she begins to cough and sputter. By this time, security is rushing down the hall and quickly contain Abbasi. The damage has already been done. Security wrestles Abbasi to the ground as she grins and medical personnel attend to the fallen diva.

Abbasi: Drown! Drown in your decadence and corruption!

Security hauls her off as she yells down the hallway.

Arquette: This woman is completely savage! An unprovoked attack on a defenseless opponent, an absolute cheap shot if I’ve ever seen one.

Caan: I agree, David, that was a ruthless beatdown. I have a feeling this won’t be the last time these two see each other.

Arquette: On Monday night, Hala Abbasi made her television debut and definitely turned some heads with her provocative comments. In the same week, she might have made an even more emphatic statement. Our Monday Night Brawl colleagues noted that she’s not about to make many friends in the EWC Universe, but who knew she would rack up enemies this quickly!

Caan: I kind of like it, Dave. Few superstars can waltz into this company and immediately make an impact. For better or for worse, Hala Abbasi is now a household name.

The show goes to a commercial break.

[Ashton Daniels]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

The show opens live to the Rampage locker room. Fresh off of his recent match, Joe Seventi wipes sweat from his brow, dropping the towel into the laundry bin beside him. He turns to see a poster advertising the upcoming title bouts.

Seventi:
So many targets... I don't know where to begin.

Joe picks up his bag and walks over to the door, but is surprised by the sudden entrance to the locker room of none other than conspiracy theory icon Alex "1776!!!" Jones. Red faced, puffy and certain of doom at any moment, Alex adjusts the tin foil hat on his head and grabs Joe by his injured shoulder, guiding him over to a seat.

Alex:
Nobody followed you, right?

A long moment passes where Joe chuckles to himself and raises a brow at his guest.

Seventi:
Haha... um... knowing me, probably...

Joe gestures to the cameraman. Alex Jones looks right into the camera with a look of concern... or rather an even more overemphasised look of concern.

Alex:
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Alex Jones from Info Wars. I have the pleasure... no... the honor, of sitting down today with former whistleblower and current EWC superstar, Joe Seventi.

Seventi, looking uncomfortable, nervously pulls a face at the cameraman while quietly mouthing, "this guy is cooked".

Alex:
Joe... those Illuminati, Bilderberger, New World Order bastards from Eye-Insignia really tried to pull a runner on us decent folk with all that energy monopolising. You, thankfully, put a stop to that leaking this information to the people. Tell me, with Bradley Manning in jail, Edward Snowden on the run, and Julian Assange locked away in an embassy, how have YOU escaped from the clutches of our TYRRANICAL GOVERNMENT!?

Seventi:
Are you done?

Alex:
Er, I was hoping you could comment for our fans at home on Info Wars dot—

Seventi:
Come on dude, let's not turn this into another one of your Piers Morgan interviews. This is ridiculous, you can't expect me to comment on world issues, or my precarious position as a US citizen, when the people watching Rampage tonight want to escape all of that bull and see us battle it out.

Alex:
Us?

Joe makes a very cheeky smile.

Seventi:
Yep.

Before Alex Jones has the chance to react, Seventi grabs a fire extinguisher from the wall next to them and collects Jones' head with the end of it, laying the conspiracy nut out.

Seventi:
You give truth a bad name, Mr. Y2K.

Dropping the extinguisher next to a KO'd Alex Jones, Joe walks over to the camera.

Seventi:
It's time.... for a SUDDEN SHIFT IN THE PARADIGM!!!

Looking back at Jones, he shakes his head and looks forth again.

Seventi:
And, a challenge. To anyone who thinks they can teach me a lesson about being humble. Meet me in the ring on the next...

Joe gazes back at the Title Week posters.

Seventi:
... the next available show.

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Match 3

Singles Match

Mike Tomkins Vs Scott Wilson

David Arquette: Welcome back and coming up next, we have a match between the undefeated Scott Wilson and the always dangerous Mike Tomkins.

Scott Caan: To say that Tomkins is a threat is an understatement! He's been on a backslide as of late, but if Scott Wilson doesn't watch out, Tomkins could run over him in a heartbeat.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall, introducing first: From Chester, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 253 pounds, Scott Wilson!

The Charm' blasts through the PA system as Scott Wilson bursts through the curtains that separates the backstage area from the stage. He walks onto the stage and taunts the crowd by raising his fist in the air, causing them to boo him even more. Scott walks down the ramp, taunting the fans whilst making his way to the ring. Scott walks all the way to ringside and jumps onto the ring apron and enters the ring through the middle rope. He runs to the turnbuckle and raises his fist into the air. He jumps down and waits for his opponent.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent, fighting out of London, England, weighing in at 225 pounds, "The Raise the Bar Superstar" Mike Tomkins!


"Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach hits, and the lights around the entrance go out. When they come up, Michael Tomkins stands still wearing his black leather jacket with the words "Bad Attitude" embroided on the back. Looking from left to right, an arrogant smile crosses his face in reception to the crowd's boos. He milks in the negative response, before heading down to the ring. Timmy Brown then appears from behind the curtain, to an even more intense chorus of boos which he ignores, heading briskly to the ring. Michael climbs to the top rope, looking around the crowd before raising one arm, holding up three fingers. Taking in the moment, he closes his eyes, before jumping back down, ready to start his match.

Dan Johnson signals for the start of the match, and both men meet in the center of the ring, butting heads and talking a big game. Tomkins is the first to swing, knocking Wilson to the floor. Wilson is quickly up to his feet, attempting a lariat, but Tomkins ducks and hits Wilson with three jabs. On his 4th attempt Wilson catches Tomkins punch and sends him over with an arm drag. Tomkins springs to his feet and the two lock up. Wilson takes control and hits a belly to belly suplex on Tomkins. Wilson drops down for a reverse chin lock, wearing Tomkins down. Tomkins reaches up, grabbing for Wilson's head. He grabs a hold and flips Wilson over, putting Wilson in his own reverse chin lock. Wilson fights his way to his feet and elbows Tomkins twice in the gut. He grabs Tomkins and sends him to the mat with a DDT. As Tomkins clutches the back of his head, Wilson begins stalking him, ready to pounce. Within an instant of hitting his feet, Tomkins is swarmed by Wilson, who hooks his head and hits three consecutive suplexes . The last one echoes throughout the arena.
David Arquette: Triple Six! And you can say goodnight to this one, boys and girls!
Scott Caan: Boy, did you hear that impact! No one’s getting up from that!
Wilson smugly puts his foot on Tomkins as Dan Johnson counts the pin.


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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by pinfall: Scott Wilson!

Winner: Scott Wilson

David Arquette: Great win for Wilson, and although the fans may not like him, with that talent, we’ll see a lot of him in the weeks to come.

Scott Caan: Another upset in my books here tonight and an awful night for Bad Attitude who have now lost both their singles matches tonight.

David Arquette: Yeah it sure has, not a great way to enter title week, but Scott Wilson has picked up some momentum going into the United States title battle royal on Rampage in a couple weeks. Of course we also have our very first pay-per-view since are re-opening in September, take a look at this preview for Rumble in the Bronx.

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Confrontation blares over the PA system. Damon Cross comes from the back area as the music echoes throughout the arena. Damon does not have his kendo stick or baclava over his head. He is dressed in normal street clothes and is holding a microphone. As he makes his way to the ring, the fans try to slap his shoulders but Damon ignores them. He gets to the ring steps and quickly walks up them. As he enters the ring and stands in the middle of the ring, the crowd throws a mixed reaction of boos and cheers at Damon.

Damon: Cut the music. (As the song Confrontation comes to a slow stop, Damon looks around the arena at the numerous fans in attendance.) A lot of you people, you claim to be my fans and you claim to know what I do and what I think. How many of you knew that my birthday was yesterday? Huh? Not a single damn one of you knew that tidbit of information. But now you do. So let's get to business right now. Last night, I was sitting on my new farm in Bucks County Pennsylvania. I was drinking a beer with my brothers and one of those assholes asked me a very good question. How many of you want to know what that question was?

The crowd boos loudly at the attitude of the somewhat fan favorite of Damon Cross.

My little brother Balthazar...that former Friday Night Rampage Co-General Manager son of a bitch...asked me what the hell I am doing? So I asked him in retort, what do you mean? And than it hit me. I have won one match here in EWC since I came back. Since these doors reopened, I only got one victory. And that was over William Rast who apparently has gone to the closet again. He hasn't been seen since I beat him and if I am wrong than strike me dead. Anyways, this is not me. This is not the Damon Cross who has developed into the proficient wrestler that I am in other federations. I've become weaker. I've gotten rid of my "edge". You see, I'm a little bit of an unhinged sociopathic violent man. I delve in the violence I create. I bath in the blood of my victims. But I have yet to do so since my return to EWC. But no worries kiddos. You see, there is a week coming up. August twenty third. Title week. And what better way to claim my old vengeful self, than a battle royal for the FNR United States championship? All I am gonna say on this topic is this. There is no one of importance in this match besides myself. Not even my tag team partner Sah'ta Thor.

The crowd boos loudly as Damon looks out in disgust.

When the time comes boys and girls, the devil will rise. The devil is me. I plan on bringing Friday Night Rampage to the most disgusting place anyone ever wanted to be. As far as I see, I am the top dog on the FNR roster. I'm the one who will reign supreme here. I've bled for FNR before and by whatever God or Gods you pray too, I'll do the same freakin thing once more. These kids have no idea the violence I plan to bring back to Rampage. For five years this place has been silent. It's cried for violence. Screamed for blood to quench it's thirst. I've heard it. I've been hearing it for years. And now the time has come. The thirst will be quenched. And Damon Cross will be standing in the end. Na Fianna or not, I will show these people who I truly am.

Damon drops the microphone as "Confrontation" blares over the PA system once more. As he leaves the arena, Damon keeps walking and ignores the fans. As he leaves the arena, the boos from the crowd try to drown out his theme music. Damon keeps walking as "Confrontation" slowly fades out and we go to commercials.

[Ashton Daniels]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

Rampage comes back live and the Houston fans are lapping up every minute of the show so far. The three members of Element X are standing in the ring with microphones in hand.

Feigel: It appears you all want to know where we're coming from; I've been reading the Twitter, the Facebook and all those web sites like that. People are calling it an attack, an ambush and hell someone even went so far as to call it a terrorist action. WE AREN'T TERRORISTS!.

Feigel begins to get booed from one side of the arena and the other side really seems to have mixed feelings.

Feigel: You people out there are when you go on the interweb and track down our information, somehow find where we live and send mail laced with god knows what and packages with voodoo dolls with pins in them. I can tell you why I attacked Wellings, those reasons whether you want to hear them or not is more business than personal. Hell I don't know this guy from Adam; whether these two guys agree or not this business with Wellings was not a shortcut, it was a warning. You all wonder what kind of warning requires three guys to attack one guy? It was a warning to all those in the back, all those sitting at home on their sofa being backseat wrestling marks that Element X isn't afraid to ruffle any feathers and they ain't afraid to get our hands bloody. The three of us are like a school of great white sharks smelling blood in the water, the blood of those who stand in our way from the very top of this company, the very top of this industry. It is also the blood of those who told all of us as kids that our dreams were shit, we weren't going to amount to much and that we were prey for the parasites at the top to feed off of. The message sent to all those in the back and at home; simply put is that if you obstruct our climb to the very top, we will not hesitate to swat you off your pedestals and gladly take your places. Spazz or Mike wanna say something?"

Feigel steps into the background.

Mike: "Remember me? The guy that busted his ass just to be recgnized in 2007? Who came back in 2010? Who has fought for each and everyone of you?

No. Because you don't need me anymore, do you? You have Derek Wellings, Anger Management, Bel Biggz, amd numerous other to cheer for. I was tossed aside on numerous occasions because you had found another person to believe in, another person to cheer for and drive to succeed.

Well, I beat you to the punch. I aligned myself with two men who are dead set in making an impact and leaving a legacy. Charlie and Spazz approached me after I signed my contract, and they told me their plan. They told me they were going to reach the top, that they wouldn't let anything stand in their way. And the look in their eyes when they said this made me believe them. They are hungry for success, hungry to prove themselves to the world. And by aligning myself with them, I have my shot at the top secure.

It may not be the answer you expected, but it is the truth. I did not come back just to get lost in the shuffle, and I certainly didn't come back to wallow in mediocrity. This element, the Strong Style Element, is putting all of EWC on notice. If you stand between us and success, you won't be standing for long.

Spazz steps forward and looks into the crowd and makes a disgusted facial expression to the fans and drops his mic without speaking leaving the three members in the ring looking pretty happy with themselves.

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TRIPLE THREAT CAGE OF TERROR
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

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Match Four

Stephanie 'Trinity' Finochio
VS
Jaden 'Xplode' Hunter

Rampage comes back from the Monday Night Brawl advert. Trinity is already in the ring, ready for action.

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

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

David Arquette: Trinity as you know has the power to teleport to the ring.

The fans in the arena are heard cheering as various spot lights find their way to the entrance area. As the lights dim, a thick layer of smoke begins to cover the stage.. and the entrance theme begins to play. “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack plays loudly as the arena becomes lively, the fans becoming quite audible as Jaden Hunter steps out unto the stage! Dressed in a pair of full length black wrestling tights and matching elbow pads and wrists wraps, Jaden looks out at the sea of fans and nods his head, before walking down the rampway and heading towards the ring in the distance.

Chriqui: Hailing from the San Francisco, California! He is one of the industry’s hottest young talents in years! Please welcome.. Jaden.. XPLODE... Hunter!

Taken back by the nickname that has been announced through the loud speaker, Jaden shakes it off quickly and continues to the ring. He then slides under the bottom rope and ascends a nearby turnbuckle, raising his arms above his head! His face looks determined, chiselled through complete focus under the arena lights as he stares out into the sea of fans before him. He then hops down from the post and bounces in place a few times, pulling on the ropes to stretch his limbs before signalling that he is ready for the match. The arena lights slowly return to normal as the fans continue to scream with delight.

David Arquette: We are going to peek in on the careers of two up and coming grapplers. We have Jaden Hunter who defeated Tori Anderson just a few weeks ago in his debut against Trinity who was just seconds away from defeating Spazz. Surprisingly enough, its Trinity who is the veteran here.
Scott Caan: Well, isn’t Hunter second gen—

David Arquetee: Don’t mention that. Hunter said he’d decapitate anyone who mentions that.

Scott Caan: Oh, no, really!?

Trinity and Jaden step up to each other in the ring and both have that confident demeanor. Hunter makes a mental mistake and underestimates Trinity telling her that she has the first shot. She obliges firs by stomping on Hunter’s boot and then slugging him repeatedly with right hands to the jaw and the side of the face. Irish whip, Hunter dips low and reverses, he goes for a clothesline and Trinity ducks under. More right hands. Jaden shakes it off and pushes Trinity into a turnbuckle. In a move that elicits a smattering of boos, Hunter pushes Trinity flat against the buckle and then knocks her down with one solid right to her head. She falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes.

David Arquette: Fair game in this match but a lot of old school fans are not digging this.

Scott Caan: My momma told me never to hit a lady.

David Arquette: Well, you never had a lady like Trinity slug you in the face repeatedly.

Hunter holds his jaw gingerly as he looks down at the prone Trinity. He lays down stomps into her lower back, using the ropes for balance. Hunter pulls Trinity up and takes her over with a textbook vertical suplex. Cover…

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Kickout by Trinity. She sits up but Jaden grounds her to the mat with a cinched in headlock. Trinity thrashes about on the mat as the crowd wills her to her feet. The sound becomes deafening, clapping, chanting for Trinity as Hunter looks about almost amused at the response. She sits up. Gets to her feet. One elbow to the gut. A second. A third. She breaks free. Whip into the ropes. Hunter reverses and cuts off her momentum with a kick to the midsection. Trinity reels back but stands up straight and gets caught with a running clothesline from Hunter! Xplode looks at her admiring his work and then implores the crowd to enjoy it too and some do.

David Arquette: This guy needs to make up his mind. Pander to the crowd or don’t. He has a solid game but makes a lot of silly mistakes.

Hunter tries to grapple Trinity but she knocks away his arms and lands more hard rights to the jaw, irish whip into the corner, reversal. Hunter charges into the corner for a clothsline but Trinity ducks under and Hunter’s momentum puts him belly first on the top turnbuckle. Trinity tries to crawl away but Hunter shakes it off and grabs her by the leg…she hops on it and then jumps with an amazing counter enzuguri!!

Scott Caan: What an amazing leg kick, David!

David Arquette: Um, what part of your body would you kick with other than your leg?

Both struggle to their feet but Trinity is up first and she charges and twirls about Hunter and hits eye dropping twirling headscissors! She crawls over and lateral presses the bigger opponent!

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Trinity almost had it!! Both are back up, Trinity with more punches. Irish whip attempt again but Jaden counters and tosses her in the corner, he charges and eats the bottom of her boots. She charges and Hunter uses her momentum to bring her up in the air with the full intention to put her down with a Locked and Loaded spinebuster. And he doesn’t. Trinity is helpless as he drags to her feet and signals for The Drop Zone, he cinches both arms up and busts her face into the canvas! He turns her over and hooks her leg…

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Chirqui: The winner of this match via pinfall, JADEN XPLODE HUNTER!’

Winner: Jaden 'Xplode' Hunter

David Arquette: And Hunter continues to impress. He has now knocked off a very good wrestler in Trinity. Jaden Hunter goes into the big US Title battle royale with some momentum.

Jaden celebrates another hard fought victory standing over the fallen Trinity.

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The show cuts to Brock who is walking around in the back of the arena with his half of the tag team championships around his waist. He has his head held high as he smirks at each person he walks by. Abruptly he stops and puts his ear in the sky. The sounds of rock music can be heard faintly. Brock shakes his head and makes a b-line toward the music. After walking down a hall, with the music getting louder with each step, Brock stops at a black door that reads "Casting Call w/Brock Whitworth" on a gold star. Brock opens the door and it is filled with women. Two men in all black clothes step in front of Brock. They are both huge specimens but Brock does not back down.

Who are the two of you?

We are here to make sure people on the list don't get in to this casting call.

I can tell you are not on the list.

How, you didn't even look at it?

You are not a woman.

Trust me, I am on the list, just check. I know MD put be on it.

Your name?

Brock.

Brock?

Yeah Brock Whitworth.

The man looks down the list and flips a piece of paper over to check that list. He then flips it back and looks at Brock.

Sorry, not on the list.

What are you talking about? My damn name is on the door. *Points to the gold star*

If you are not on the list you have to go.

The two men get closer to Brock right before MadDawg jumps on the scene.

Hey Brock, you made it.

Made what? And why is my name not on the list?

Oh ... Don't worry about that. *Looks at the two guards* Piss of Henry.

The two men go back to in front of the door as MadDawg throws his right arm around Brock's shoulders and walks him in the room.

Forget them, they need Anger Management ... What you need is to relax before your big match.

I have two weeks to get into shape, no time to relax now. And you should be focused on your ladder&nbsp;match, not these ... *Looks around at all the gorgeous women and smiles*

I knew you would say that, so I have a surprise for you.

Just then, the two arrive in front of two black stools, one with a guitar next to it. MadDawg claps his hands and the women start to file out of the room. Brock watches as his face shows a little bit more sadness as each girl leaves. MadDawg points to the stool on the left, without the guitar, and then MadDawg sets down on the one to the right. He picks up the guitar just as the two men guards close the door.

Since I know you are so busy, I wanted to send you off on a good note. I heard this song and thought about you, so I wanted to share it.

Brock looks confused as MadDawg begins to strum the guitar and then hums a few bars.

You got to know when to hold'em

Know when to fold'em

Know when to walk away

And no when to run

Brock starts tapping his foot along with the music and singing.

You never count your money
when your setting at the table

They'll be time enough for counting
when the dealin's done.

Brock jumps to his feet.

Not bad but I want to give it a try. Do you know, Margaritaville?

Do I know ... Boy!

MadDawg gets up from his seat as he starts strumming and Brock picks up the song.

I blew out my flip-flop

Stepped on a pop-top

Cut my heel had to cruise on back home

But there's booze in the blender

And soon it will render

That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Brock really starts grooving to the song as he continues to sing.

Wastin away again in margaritaville

Searching for my lost shaker of salt

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame

MadDawg cuts in.

But I know it's all Brock's damn fault

Brock stops and turns to face MadDawg. MadDawg drops the guitar and performs Liquid Cyanide in the middle of the room. He gets up and then uses his foot to roll Brock onto his back, where he is clearly passed out.

Now we are even.

MadDawg walks over to the stools, grabs his championship, with his right hand and then his black duffle bag with his left. He makes his way to the door, he stops, and looks at Brock on the ground, starting to stir.

See you in a couple of week partner.

MadDawg pulls the door and walks out.

Just when you thought those two were getting along.

I think they are. This makes them stronger now that they both have a clear understanding.

Clear understanding? I think we differ in opinions on this one.

Just like that time we were fighting Jimmy King ...

And with that, it's almost time for the main event, but first lets take you back to two weeks ago on Rampage when these two faced off, Charlie Feigel and Tommy Dalton.

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A video package of the previous Rampage plays showing Feigel get the victory before a huge brawl between the two ensues and the two having to be broken up.

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MOBSCENE by Marilyn Manson comes on over the PA as we are back live in the arena. The crowd goes nuts as former HCW Champion and current EWC Hall of Famer Michael Saint has made his triumphant return to EWC! Saint makes his way to the ring slapping babies and kissing hands.)

David Arquette: It looks like the rumors were true Caan the one and only Michael Saint is in the house for Rampage this week.

Caan: David I knew that at the beginning of the show when he pulled up in that limo and got out. I knew it when he was backstage nose to nose with Shadow Man.

Arquette: Sorry I am just so excited.

Caan: Just shut up Saint is in the ring.

The announcer hands Saint he mic.

Saint: Houston effing Texas how the hell are we tonight?

Cheers at shameless pandering.

Arquette: He is so cool.

Saint: Well I am glad to hear it. I heard that EWC was throwing a party tonight and I thought to myself "how can EWC throw any sort of party without Michael Saint being there." The answer is they can't.

More cheers.

Saint: Now I am very sure that I could have just waited until next Monday and got a free trip to Europe out of Mac, but I thought to myself "Why in the hell would I want to be on Brawl? I mean honestly their is one show associated with my name and that show is called Friday Night Rampage." I am here.

Cheers.

Saint: I am back.

Cheers.

Saint: I am ......home. After the sad loss of SWA I have been in limbo for a few years. While I have had a lot of time to think about things and live on the money I got the first time I was here as VP I felt something was missing. What was missing was what I see out before me right now thousands of people chanting my name.

SAINT SAINT.

Arquette: Saint Saint Saint.

Caan: Please just just shut up.

Saint: I do not know my official roll here in EWC. I might be hosting some sort of show soon.

One more match one more match.

Saint: I know I have said I was retired a long time ago, but never say never at least not with EWC.

Pause.

Saint: You all have no idea how good this feels right now I just want to say from the bottom of my heart.........

Beast and the Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold comes on over the PA as Oliver Bailey makes his way out.

Oliver Bailey: I am just sorry I had to come out here. I just had to do it. I mean someone had to break up this love fest before it went much farther.

Arquette: What the heck is he doing?

Caan: I have no idea.

Arquette: Mistake number one their are a lot of people in EWC you can interrupt when they talk. Orsome being the one that comes to mind, but for the love of all that is holy why would you stop Michael Saint?

Oliver: So I am sitting here in the back. I am watching a monitor and I see in front of me something that should not be. I see something that is taking away viewers from this great show. What is worse I see a man who we all know for a fact can't hack it anymore taking up TV time that could be dedicated to someone better.

Saint: Someone like.. like... I am sorry I did not catch your name. You are?

Oliver: You know damn good and well who I am Michael Saint. My name is Oliver Bailey. I am the man who will very soon be your EWC Champion.

Saint: Really? Well Mr. Bailey was it? You are correct I do know you. I saw you run your mouth on Brawl Monday. You seem to have a very high opinion of yourself.

Oliver: I only say what is true. I know what you are and who you are. You are Michael Saint. Mac made a big stink about you on the EWC Twitter page. People throw around the word legend and champion. From what I see before me Michael Saint is all hype. All flash and no substance. Michael Saint is just a hasbeen who is .....

Saint: Hold your tongue or you may have it ripped from your head. If you really knew who you are talking to you would not be talking in that manner.

Oliver slaps Saint.

Arquette: Mistake number 2 by Oliver Bailey.

Saint: Cute really really cute. You can run your mouth, but you have no idea what road you are traveling down and I would stop if I were you.

Oliver: Or what?

Saint: Or what? Ask those who have walked that road before. Ask Ebon? Ask Dreadnaught. Ask Cameron Hayden. Ask Memphis Reigns god rest his soul. Ask those men what happens when you tread down the road you are treading right now. You should also remember Mr. Bailey that those four men were honorable men. Those four men were my friends. You well all I am seeing is some young punk out for attention. A child who wants to make his name at my expense.

Oliver: At your expense. That is really funny. What do I gain by taking you out? We have a locker room full of talent back there who get in a ring and are not past the prime of their career. Making a name off of you is no challenge. I might as well turn around and ....

Oliver Bailey eats a nasty superkick from Saint!

Caan: One word too many.

Arquette: At least one word.

Saint gets under the ring and brings in a chair. Saint has Oliver set up for The Franchiser.

Arquette: Cradle Piledriver on a chair. He could permanently hurt the kid.

Caan: Saint does not care.

Oliver drops to his knees and uppercuts Saint between the legs!

Caan: Oh. low blow.

Oliver grabs the chair and bashes it over the head of Michael Saint busting him open.

Arquette: Jesus Christ!

Caan: That chair now has the imprint of Michael Saint's face on it.

Oliver bashes the downed Saint a few more times before leaving the ring getting a table and setting it at ringside.

Arquette: Come on he has had enough.

Oliver drags the limp former HCW Champion to the apron and sets him up for an Unprettier and..........Instant Messenger off the apron through a table and onto the arena floor!

Arquette: Would have said mistake 3, but I lost count of how many mistakes Oliver Bailey has just made.

Caan: Oliver Bailey I hope you are proud of yourself you may have unleashed a whole new hell upon yourself than you could possibly realize. Lets not go into the fact that the man now lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood has friends not the corporate kind he has the kind who are world class athletes who would do just about anything for him not only did you just make yourself a target for all of them on national TV. Oliver Bailey you may have just pissed off the most vindictive S.O.B.'s in the history of this company. I hope you are proud of yourself Oliver Bailey you have opened pandora's box and the shit that comes out is gunning for you.

Oliver poses over a bloody Saint one more time soaking up the boos before making his way to the back with a smile on his face as we go to our final commercial break.

[Ashton Daniels]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH


  

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the MAIN EVENT! Introducing first…

”Step Up" by Drowning Pool hits, "The HardKore Ikon" Charles Feigel steps out from the back with his trusty kendo stick and roll of barbedwire. The legend walks straight to the ring, slides his trusty tools under the ring for safekeeping and slides into the ring. Peering up the ramp as if seeing his opponent waiting to make his entrance. The crafty veteran stretches and awaits the guy he is about to try and dismantle before the capacity crowd.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Hailing from Syracuse, New York! Standing six feet four inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, CHARLIE “THE HARDKOR IKON” FEIGEL!

The fans boo Charlie as he gets into the ring, not forgiving him for what he and his fell Element X stable mates have done this Monday night on Brawl.

Scott Caan: The fans here are not appreciating Charlie for his and Element X’s treatment of Derek Wellings after his match with Jay Cee on Monday.

David Arquette: Do you blame them? Derek was exhausted after a definite match of the year contender, when Elemental X attacked in force.

The lights dim in the arena. One red spotlight centers on the stage, as the music begins to play...

I'm Just As Fucked Up As They Say...

At this, the curtain parts, and Tommy Dalton, his upper body covered by a black hooded sweatshirt, only his chin and mouth visible, steps onto the stage and the house lights come back on. As the music begins to pick up, he slowly makes his way down the ramp, the fans yell and scream, but he pays no attention, his eyes, while hidden, laser focused on the ring. Finally he leaps onto the apron, turning and acknowledging the crowd for the first time, as though he is looking for an imminent threat in the crowd.

Tommy enters the ring and then climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He pulls back his hood, points to his heart, and then raises his hand, index finger extend towards the sky. He yells intensely, though what he is saying is not discernible.

Tommy leaps off of the turnbuckle, takes off his sweater and tosses it to the floor outside of the ring, stretches the ropes a couple of times, and then awaits the start of the match, his eyes alive with intensity.

David Arequette: Here comes Tommy Dalton, this young man made an explosive but losing entrance when we first saw him. Hopefully things are different tonight.

Scott Caan: That’s right buddy, things are very unpredictable here in Extreme Wrestling Corporation, and you never know who’s going to win. Tommy Dalton learned from his loss and is ready to beat Charlie Feigel. I hope he does that.

Just as the bell is about the ring, a new song hits the PA and Derek Wellings appears at the entrance.



Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time “The Airborne Ranger” Derek Wellings!

Derek makes his way to the ring and stares at Charlie Feigel, The Airborne Ranger does nothing and walks over to the announcers table with Scott Caan and David Arquette. Derek puts a head set on, then sits down with the announcers.

Derek Wellings: WHAT UP, DAWGS?!

Scott Caan: Ummm… nothing, how are you?

Derek Wellings: Just watching the match, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

David Arquette: We’re trying NOT to be afraid of you?

The bell rings, Charlie Feigel walks straight up and offers hand shake to his opponent. Dalton takes the offer, but at the last moment, the HardKore Ikon punches him with the opposite hand. Dalton stumbles back as Feigel alternates with left and right punches. He spins around and flattens his opponent with Short Arm Clothesline. Charlie quickly gets up and drops several elbows on his opponent’s chest, after the fifth Charlie flips his opponent over, locks his hands around his waist, pulls him up and lands a German Suplex with a bridge. Charlie gets a two count before Dalton kicks out.

Tommy rolls out of the ring to recover; Charlie follows behind him and attacks his opponent from behind. The referee starts counting as the two are outside fighting, as he’s in control, Charlie quickly refreshes the count at five. The two near the announce table, Charlie flips off and spits on Derek’s shirt, he then grabs Dalton by his hair and smashes him face first into the table, then into the ring. Charlie goes up top and as Dalton stands up, he jumps off with a flying clothesline and knocks down his opponent.

Scott Caan: Derek, are you okay there man?

Derek Wellings: I’m cool; this isn’t the first time I’ve been spat on. Won’t be the last time either, come on Tommy Dalton!

David Arquette: I’m sure you’re angry about Monday, you’re taking this in stride very well.

Charlie attempts to a cover but Tommy trips him up pushes him face first into a turnbuckle. Dalton runs up on his opponent, dropping a knee on his back, picks him up, lays his feet on the ropes then deliver’s a Spike DDT on the mat. He goes for the cover, but the HardKore Ikon kicks out at two, Dalton punches him some more, pulls him up and goes for a Snap Suplex but instead falls forward, causing his opponent to land rough on the canvas. Charlie gets on his knees, holding his ribs while Tommy rolls backwards, bounces off the ropes and drop kicks his opponent in the face.

He goes for another cover but Charlie kicks out, Dalton pulls his opponent up, tosses him into the rope and attempts to Hip Toss but Charlie counters and tires a Hip Toss, The HardKore Ikon is blocked and a third attempt at a Hip toss but once more Feigel gets the upper hand and Hip Tosses Dalton across the ring. Charlie taunts his opponent and soaks in the hatred from the crowd, but before doing anything further, Charlie Feigel approaches the side of the ring near Derek Wellings and yells at him. Charlie isn’t heard but Derek stands up as if to do something.

David Arquette: Careful Derek, you’re not a part of this match. You weren’t even supposed to be here tonight.

Scott Caan: Don’t get too anxious, Derek. You have a match in a few weeks, you won’t do any good if you’re too wounded to fight.

Derek Wellings: Yeah, you’re right. I’ll sit down, pardon my language but f*** Charlie Feigel in the ass with a big rubber Mr. Ed’s dil** and his gutless turd friends. Yeah, I’m calling you out!

Charlie turns around and drags his opponent to the corner; he starts stomping and kicks on his chest for a few minutes. He lifts his opponent on top of the turnbuckle and successfully lands a Turnbuckle Argentine DDT. However the HardKore Ikon isn’t finished, he picks his opponent once more and punches him a few more times to soften him up for a Spinning Heel Kick, gets up and takes him down with a Rebound Clothesline. He goes for a cover but Dalton puts his foot on the ropes.

Derek Wellings: Not a half bad move by The HardKore Ikon, but I wouldn’t count Tommy Dalton out yet.

Once more, Charlie Feigel picks his opponent up and lands the Sidewinder, Tommy Dalton is laid out but still stirring some. The HardKore Ikon gets read and signals for the end, the crowd boos loudly and gets behind Tommy Dalton who is stirring. Charlie’s first attempt is at the SCT is blocked! Dalton pushes his opponent back, attempts a Clothesline but Charlie ducks under and lands the CAREER CRUSHER!.

David Arquette: That’s it! The Career Crusher! It’s all over for Tommy Dalton!

Derek Wellings: No it isn’t, excuse me gentlemen.

Scott Caan: Where are you going?

Derek quickly gets up, grabs his chair and slides into the ring with it. The referee starts counting as Charlie Feigel goes for the pin!



ONE!...



TWO!...



THREE!

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is you winner by pinfall, “The HardKore Ikon” CHARLIE FEIGEL!

Winner: Charlie Feigel

Feigel picks up the win, but instantly Derek Wellings slides into the ring and attacks Feigel with the chair to his back.

Caan: Payback!

Wellings beats down Feigel with hard left and rights, before stomping him. He lifts him up and whips Feigel into the ropes and back body drops Feigel.

Arquette: I knew this would happen with Wellings at ringside. Feigel getting exactly what he deserves.

Wellings sets up Feigel for Army Strong as Mike Corral and Spazz come sprinting down to the ring, they slide and and jump Wellings before he's able to hit his move. Feigel drops to the floor while Corral and Spazz begin a beatdown on Wellings yet again. Feigel brushes himself off and starts directing traffic, he sends Spazz out of the ring for something. He looks under the ring and grabs a ladder and slides it under the bottom rope.

Arquette: Things are just about to get real, maybe a preview of Monday Night Brawl to come.

Corral hits Wellings with a clothesline as Feigel picks up the ladder and Corral and Spazz lift up Wellings and Feigel slams into Wellings ladder first busting Wellings open. The stadium is filled with noise, mainly boos as Element X have their way with Wellings. Feigel tells the two of them to pick Wellings up once more and Feigel once again slams the ladder into the skull of Wellings.

Arquette: Oh my god, somebody has to stop this now.

Caan: Element X have gone too far now, their making a statement, but at what cost for Derek Wellings with Title week just around the corner.

Feigel then tells Spazz to get Tommy Dalton back up, Spazz whips Dalton to Feigel who kicks Dalton in the stomach and hits a SCT!

Caan: Message sent!

Spazz and Corral set up the ladder in the middle of the ring and Charlie Feigel slimbs the ladder and sits at the top and raises his arm with a smile on his face and Wellings blood down his arm. Spazz and Corral stand over Wellings and Dalton at the same time as the show ends.

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