MNB #406 - CARDIFF

[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 406



^{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 Motorpoint Arena in Cardiff, Wales

EWC BRAWL

August 19th 2013

Live From Motorpoint Arena, Cardiff

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 19,760 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

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The lights in the arena slowly begin to dim as everyone in the arena quickly get's to their feet and begin to make some noise. "Invincible" by OK Go then begins to play over the Sound System as three strobe lights begin to pulse in the entrance way, fog then begins to rise from below the stage in front of the entrance.

The X-Treme Tron lights up counting down from 9 all the way to 1. It seems as though every single person is on there feet counting down the numbers. Once it gets to 0 large letters flash “IT'S SHOWTIME”.

An enormous uproar of cheers now blends out the blasting of "Invincible"! A few moments later Shadow Man walks from behind the wall of Fog onto the stage. He stands their for a few seconds with a smirk on his face and begins to point to the fans who are screaming the loudest.

Shadow then looks towards the camera with a cocky yet confident look on his face as he begins to walk down the ramp and towards the ring. On the way he makes silly faces into the camera. After waving at the fans while walking down the ramp Shadow runs and slides onto the ring apron on one knee and holding onto the middle Rope, Shadow gets to his feet and in a cocky manor steps threw the first and second Ropes.

He then gets into the ring and runs over to the corner and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle. He pats himself on the chest twice and then points to all the screaming fans. Shadow then walks to the middle of the ring and calls for the mic.

Shadow Man: "Fiiiiiinnnnnaaaaallllllyyyy"

The fans in Wales are all on there feet screaming and cheering

Shadow Man: "All this time it took to return to Wales, all this time it took for the EWC to land on European soil, and all these people here are here to see one thing.. and they won't even get to see it".

The fans start to quiet down, a little confused

Shadow Man: "I have mixed emotions right now, you see I've had Jay Cee prance infront of camera after camera calling me out, calling me names, trying to make a mockery of my legacy. I've had President Mac forcibly preventing me from competing until I had medical clearance to return. Then I get over-looked and tossed to the side instead of being added to the Hard-Core Title Match. Then finally I have one of my best friends, BDC telling me I need to change my style.

Do you see what I am up against here Wales?"

Shadow pauses

Shadow Man: "Despite everyone's efforts to stop me from doing my job, I'm still here and I am not going anywhere".

The fans start to cheer again

Shadow Man: "You and I both know.. it's bull shit that I am not in the Hard-Core Title Match".

A chant of

"BULL SHIT"

"BULL SHIT"

"BULL SHIT" erupts

Shadow Man: "So Ashton Daniels, a quality dude.. decides to try and fix this 'over-sight' and puts me in a match I made popular 10 years ago.. King of the Death Match".

A chant of..

"Wadden Sucks"

"Wadden Sucks"

"Wadden Sucks"

Shadow Man: "My point exactly, so Ashton decides to live up to his name and PUNK the wrestling world, by having Shadow Man take out the trash. I've done it twice before, so why not do it again right?".

Fans cheer.

Shadow Man: "Don't forget, the twist here.. is my job is 'on the line' also. I mean, Wadden might have been plotting this moment for years. How could make his mark? Lay down on a few matches, show up drunk, grab some boobs, make his Canadian family disown.. all for this big payoff in facing the REAL Legend Shadow Man in a match to the death.

Lets assume for a moment Wadden has a brain and it was big enough to come up with that plan.. Bro.. you are one taco short of a burrito".

Fans laugh at the insult that makes no sense

Shadow Man: "Not only will I retain my title as KING of the Death Match, not only will make sure Wadden will never be able to wrestle again, but I will take back what is rightfully mine.. the EWC Spotlight!".

The fans erupt once more

Shadow Man: "I am sick and tired of being pushed to the side, being treated like a no-body. When I decided to come back, I told President Mac that I wasn't here for any titles, or to add to my impressive resume. I was here instead to groom the next up and comers. Now though.. after everything that has been said, and everything that has happened.. screw that and screw them.

Shadow Man is here for the fans. Shadow Man is here for the wins. Shadow Man is here for the gold. Shadow Man is BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!".

Every single person is now on there feet screaming and chanting

Shadow Man: "...and to Jay Cee and the rest of the Rumble entrants, I have one word for you... ".

Bangarang by Skrillex cuts off Shadow Man and the crowd erupt as Jay Cee comes out onto the top of the stage. Jay stands on top of the ramp and looks at the crowd taking in the amazing atmosphere. He then looks at Shadow Man and fakes a yawn before making his way down the ramp. Jay takes his time and keeps asking Shadow Man if he can hear the crowd as they chant Jay's name.

He walks up the ringside steps and enters the ring through the second rope and walks over to the opposite turnbuckle where he raises his arms up. After a while Jay gets down and is handed a microphone. He looks at Shadow Man and just smiles.

"Shadow Man, you don't have to look so glum. Have no fear the Elite is here."

The crowd cheer and we hear the fans both cheering for Jay and Shadow Man.

"Cardiff Wales, WELCOME TO THE SHOW!!!!."

The mention of Cardiff makes the crowd goes insane with cheers once again.

"Waa waa waa Shadow. Ten years ago....blah blah blah.....something about gold and the Rumble in the Bronx. Nice but can you now pipe down because someone who wasn't put on the shelf in their first match wants to talk. You see Shadow we are here in Cardiff for a reason. This week is known as title week and if I hear you correctly, you are not involved in a single title match. Actually one of your greatest matches ever is being used as a side show to a main event which involves Joey Orsome."

Half the crowd are cheering for Jay and the other for Shadow.

"The thing is I get to kick your ass next month when we steal the show at Rumble in the Bronx but tonight Shadow for once, tonight is not about you. Tonight is about champions.Tonight I once again reclaim my International Championship a title people seem to think I do not care about. When I came to Brawl in 2007 I beat Joey Orsome for the International title and when I lost it I always knew I wanted it back. Now excluding the HCW Television title I won and retired, the International championship was my first title I won in EWC which means....it means everything. So to the five wannabes who are in my way tonight I have two simple words for you..............

: Woah woah woah. Wait a god damn minute.

Suddenly the whole arena turns and looks at the entrance ramp; including Shadow Man and Jay Cee. It is none other than Joey Orsome walking out from behind the curtain. The crowd boo's furiously. Shadow Man and Jay Cee look on unimpressed.

Joey: I'm sorry. I just couldn't stand around back stage and listen to you two dribble on any more about your un-important bullshit.

The crowd again drowns the arena out with boo's. Shadow Man and Jay Cee both turn and face Joey with their arms folded.

Joey: You see the thing is, you two come out here and suck on the crowds nuts just to feed your already over sized ego's and it is physically painful to watch and listen to. I don't care about these people. I don't need these people unlike you two has-beens. This brings me to the main reason why I had to cut short this awful parody. Why do you both feel the need to come into the middle of the ring and talk nothing but garbage about your mediocre matches?

The two men look on perplexed as Joey begins to make his way down the ramp towards the ring.

Joey: Shadow Man. Jay. Let me elaborate. Firstly I'll come to you Shadow Man. You came out here on the return show of Monday Night Brawl and stole all the spot light. It was a great PR exercise by President Mac I will admit because it created nothing but hype for the return. Great for business. But Shadow Man, I ask this... What have you done since your return even worth any merit apart from face some chump-ass nobody? Then you come out here on your usual high horse expecting the world to bow at your feet all because you have a match against... wait what's his name again sorry? Oh yeah that's right... no one has a clue because once again he's another irrelevant speck in this cess-pool of a company. Until you prove yourself again against someone of merit, shut up, take a seat and stop feeding off your past accomplishments.

Joey pauses on the ring apron as the crowd erupts with hatred for Orsome.

ORSOME SUCKS.

ORSOME SUCKS.

ORSOME SUCKS.

Shadow Man looks ready to burst. Joey laughs it off and looks toward Jay Cee.

Joey: Jay Cee don't think I have forgotten you. Once again we see you coming out trying to piss on Shadow Man's fireworks. How many more times are you going to try and use Shadow Man to catapult your dead-end career? Not much of a catapult when he's at the bottom of the pile. You stand there and ignorantly spew bullshit about the International title like it is your own personal trophy. Are you forgetting who made that title what it is!? Don't forget you are looking at the man who had held that title more than anyone in the history of the company. You say it means so much to you when you've barely scratched the surface in it's title history. If anyone deserves to hold that title it is me! Unfortunately for you I have bigger fish to fry because after tonight you will all know me as the Hardcore Champion!

Joey steps inside the ring and squares up with Shadow Man and Jay Cee. The crowd begins to swell with excitement as the three juggernauts stand toe to toe. Suddenly all three of them's attention is turned to the top of the ramp once more.

Heads in the crowd turn as two men in black EWC polos and jeans carefully come down the rampway carrying a covered table on either side. All three men in the ring turn to look at the latest distraction with quizzical or even irritated expressions. They get to the bottom of the ramp with the transmission on the big screen flickers. First there is static and then it cuts to the back of a solid leather back chair. The person in the chair is obscured but the curly mop of hair obviously reveals that it is Bel Biggz.

Bel Biggz: No need for that tonight, boys. The act is canceled.

The two men scurry back up the ramp with the table.

Bel Biggz: It’s canceled because I’ve got something to say. By the way, it would be facetious to believe that resident bore Charlie Feigel inspired this decision. And don’t think after this that riling up sleep aides like Charlie Feigel and Eric Steel will stop.

Just over his shoulder, he is watching the live feed of the show that is switching between the ring and himself. (perhaps creating some portal to hell as we see TVs within TVs)

Bel Biggz: I thought it would be apt to announce that as much as some of you believe, I am not oblivious to what all of this is. I am here for a greater purpose than any of you could ever imagine. I have faced abundant persecution since I have come here. I have been accused of limited mental capacity. I have been indicated of breaking over six years of sobriety. I have been called a liar. And most of all, despite my perseverance, I have been doubted. Let it be known, men …

The crowd who seems to love everyone … well except Joey Orsome … cheers for Bel now. He raises one finger from the arm rest.

Bel Biggz: I will climb any ladder placed before me.

A second finger goes up.

Bel Biggz: I will fight rules or no rules no matter the opponent.

Third.

Bel Biggz: And I will rumble in the Bronx with the best and I may just surprise you.

And they go down.

Bel Biggz: So while in the back management bickers, while the old guard here prattles on puffing out their chests, while new blood topple over each other's bodies to be more cruel than the others, I will be here and I will make my stand. It starts tonight.

The feed cuts as we get ready for the opening match as the seg ends with a shot of Shadow Man, Joey Orsome, and Jay Cee mouthing off here and there showing that nothing will be solved until the bell rings.

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SHOW OPENER

Jeremy Piven: Here we are in Wales, at the Cardiff Motorpoint Arena!

Joe Aiello: Title week has officially kicked off, Jeremy!

Jessica Stroup:  Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Monday Night Brawl!  This match is scheduled for ONE FALL ... Introducing first … weighting in at two hundred and thirteen pounds, from CAPETOWN, SOUTH AFRICA … THE CAPETOWN WEREWOLF … SWIFT ION!!

“Fear Nothing” by Jim Johnston booms throughout the venue, as fans begin to cheer and rise to their feet in anticipation of Swift Ion. As the music settles in, Swift Ion makes his way onto the entranceway and pauses for a moment while scanning the audience. Ion would reel back and howl up in the air to acknowledge the fans cheers, getting an even stronger reaction while camera flashes go off. After the howl, Swift Ion would make his way down the aisle, slapping the hands of fans along the way nodding his head. Upon reaching the ring itself, Ion would quicken his pace and step onto the stairway leading onto the apron, quickly reaching the nearest turnbuckle from the outside and climbing onto the second rope. Giving the arena one more gaze, he would take a moment before releasing another fierce howl into the air towards the fans, with more camera flashes emerging from the venue. Tons of howls from the fans themselves could be heard, responding to Ion’s second howl of the night as claps were heard from ringside fans. Stepping over the turnbuckle and dropping inside the ring, Ion would pace back and forth inside the ring patiently.

Jeremy Piven: ... and on his way to the ring is Swift Ion!

Joe Aiello: The Capetown Werewolf is here in Wales looking for a victory on Monday Night Brawl!

Jessica Stroup: His opponent … weighting in at one hundred and ninety two pounds, from SAN DIEGO, CAAAAALIFORNIAAAA … MR. THREE HUNDRED PERCENT … MIKE … CORRAL!!

With a cheer of the crowd, the lights turn white and blue as the opening of "Call Me A Hole" by pomDeter begins to play. As the vocals begin, Mike Corral steps out into the bright lights, soaking in the cheers from the audience. Corral would let his vision scan the arena as he began to step out onto the aisle and raises up his right arm to point towards the audience. With a smile on his face, Corral would almost not even acknowledge Swift Ion pacing inside the ring as he made his approach towards the squared circle. Walking through the colorful blue and white strobes of light among the entrance way and aisle, Corral would slap the hands of fans as he walked around the ring slowly, taking his time. Corral would walk all the way around the ring as he approached the stairway leading up onto the apron, taking the steps while reaching up and climbing onto the turnbuckle from the outside. Raising both of his arms up, Mike Corral would tilt his head back and close his eyes while flashes of cameras burst throughout the arena . Among the cheers from the crowd, multiple signs would raise up in hopes of being caught on camera. After a few moments, Corral lowers his arms and looks out into the crowd before hopping off the turnbuckle and inside the ring, making a loud thud onto the mat with his boots. The music would slowly die down, as Corral would give his first look over at Swift Ion, a smirk on his face as the two men made eye contact inside the ring.

Jeremy Piven: The Strong Style Element, Mike Corral! What an athlete!

Joe Aiello: Expect to see some high flying and technical wrestling here, Jeremy! These two should mix well in the ring!

Both Mike Corral and Swift Ion would begin circling the ring, looking to each other as the crowd would cheer, the bell sounding shortly afterwards. Corral would come to a stop as well as Ion, as Corral would look back towards the crowd and give a nod of his head while raising both his arms up and bringing his hands together to clap consecutively to get the crowd pumped up. After a few claps while starting to circle the ring with Ion again, Corral would successfully get the audience to continue clapping as both men came into the center of the ring for a traditional lock up. Swift Ion would quickly have the weight advantage, pushing Corral back into the nearest turnbuckle and shoving him into the pads, while backing off and stepping into the middle of the ring. Ion would release another fierce howl into the air to taunt Corral, as the crowd would reply with a mixture of cheers and howls.

Jeremy Piven: Swift Ion showing he is the bigger of the two, here. The Werewolf is demonstrating his power!

Corral would smirk, and quickly fire out of the corner and come at Ion with a barrage of punches, reeling Ion back into the opposite turnbuckle and quickly becoming the offensive power in the match up. With Swift Ion dazed, Corral would quickly grab onto Ion’s wrist and perform an irish whip into the opposite side turnbuckle, with Swift Ion flying across the mat but quickly reacting by jumping up onto the second set of ropes. With Corral following right behind Ion, Ion would quickly two step onto the top rope and fly backwards into a springboard moonsault, landing smack on top of the standing Corral near the center of the ring.

Joe Aiello: Springboard Moonsault out of nowhere, and this match has quickly picked up the pace!

Jeremy Piven: What agility by the Capetown Werewolf! Corral didn’t see it coming!

The crowd would cheer, as Ion flattened Corral and quickly got up to his feet, looking down upon his fazed opponent. Grabbing onto Corral’s head and forcing him onto his feet, Ion would quickly perform an irish whip and send Corral into the ropes, initiating the offensive. Corral would break his daze and quickly duck an incoming clothesline by Ion, racing across the mat and bouncing off the ropes. Swift Ion would react quick and turn around to the incoming Corral, throwing his right arm back out in another attempt for a clothesline, but missing by a large margin as Corral ducked it once more and continued across the mat, bouncing off the ropes once more to lift off and fly into Ion with a diving forearm to knock the Capetown Werewolf down.

Joe Aiello: Corral using his speed against the also quick Ion here, but I am not sure that can get the job done!

Corral would react quickly and roll on top of Ion, covering his body but failing to hook the leg for the pin.

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Jeremy Piven: Corral going for the early pin!  Swift Ion gets the shoulder up in time!

Swift Ion would quickly throw his shoulder up and break the count, as Corral quickly rose to his feet and put down a few stomps onto the body of Ion. Weakening his opponent as he reached down afterwards to bring Ion to his feet, quickly backing the man into the nearest turnbuckle. Mike Corral would throw an open palm strike straight at Swift Ion, as the crowd let forth a ‘WOOOOO’ in reaction to the loud noise the blow created. Swift Ion would cringe in pain as he jolted back into the turnbuckle from the strike. Corral would follow up with a knife edge chop, landing straight into the bare chest of Swift Ion as the smack generated another loud noise, producing yet another ‘WOOOOO’ from the audience, followed by a round of howls from random fans.

Jeremy Piven: What punishment from Corral! He is on the brutal offensive!

Joe Aiello: Ion is taking some real damage here, he needs to get out of the corner!

Corral would give a quick smirk to the crowd as he backed off Swift Ion, nodding his head and wasting time. Swift Ion would quickly reach out and grab onto Corral, switching positions as he tossed the man in the corner and began a barrage of punches, knocking Corral back into the turnbuckle with tremendous force. The crowd would cheer as a couple camera flashes go off, while Corral slowly started to sink in the turnbuckle. Ion would lean back and give another fierce howl into the air as the crowd responded with a large amount of cheers, followed by howls spread out through the arena. Lifting Corral up and onto the top turnbuckle, Ion would quickly mount the ropes and step in front of Corral, setting up a high risk move.

Joe Aiello: Ion looking to put Corral away with a big move here.

Jeremy Piven: Looks like a superplex maybe?

Without hesitation, Ion would jump forth and put both his legs around the head of Corral, flipping back with his body and launching Corral into the mat with a hard thud, performing the hurricanrana from the top rope. Ion would quickly get to his feet as Corral laid in a daze from the impact. Swift Ion would run at the ropes, leaping up and making contact with the second set, quickly bouncing off and turning his body in mid-air for a full 180, landing a devastating leg drop into the chest of Mike Corral. Upon impact, Ion would cover the body of Corral for the count.

Jeremy Piven: Springboard Legdrop performed to perfection by Ion!

Joe Aiello: He’s going for the pinfall here, Jeremy!

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Corral would raise up his legs and kick out, sending Swift Ion off his body as he rolled to his side.

Joe Aiello: So close!  Mike Corral breaks the count!

Jeremy Piven: Corral getting to his feet, he doesn’t seem too affected by that high flying offense by Swift Ion.

Corral would quickly land another open palm strike, knocking Ion back a few steps as both men reached their feet. Ion would trade blows with Corral in the ring before throwing a large right arm trying to level Corral. With Corral ducking, Ion would turn back around to be greeted by a jumping corkscrew kick that lands straight on his nose, sending him into the mat with a loud thud. Corral would rise to his feet and take advantage of the momentum, grabbing onto Ion’s head and dragging him to his feet, quickly hooking up Swift Ion and dropping him into the mat with a dragon suplex, laying Ion out as the crowd cheers.

Jeremy Piven: Dragon suplex by Mike Corral, landing some offense on The Capetown Werewolf.

Joe Aiello: That kick was devastating!

Corral would quickly mount Swift Ion on the ground, throwing vicious elbows into the side of Ion’s head, as the referee counted down for Corral to release his assault on The Werewolf. Almost being pulled off, Corral would walk across the mat and gaze into the crowd, raising both his arms in the air while closing his eyes. With Ion getting to his feet, Corral would feel the grasp of Swift Ion as he locked him in, dropping Corral down into the mat with a Russian leg sweep, producing yet another loud thud from the mat. Ion would quickly regain himself and get to his feet after his successful move, quickly running at the ropes and jumping into them, producing yet another springboard moonsault into the air. Corral would roll to his side as Ion smacked against the mat with a thud and the crowd reacted with ‘OOOOOH!’.

Jeremy Piven: Ion took a chance right there!

Joe Aiello: He was definitely looking for that springboard moonsault but didn’t find his target.

Ion would grab his midsection, slowly getting to his feet as Corral quickly bounced off the ropes and leaped into the air, connected with a single leg dropkick that would knock Ion into the nearby ropes, and through the middle rope, landing on the outside of the ring and onto the mat. Ion would scramble to his feet, as Corral would spring forth, bouncing off the ring ropes and taking flight over the ring’s ropes, pivoting his body to the side as he landed a diving cross body onto the outside of the ring, hitting Swift Ion and taking them both down in the process. The crowd would respond with a round of cheers as Corral would take flight.

Joe Aiello: Here comes Mike Corral, looking for a high risk move here to the outside!

Jeremy Piven: Ion not expecting the speed and agility of Corral as he flies over the top rope with a cross body! What hang time!

Joe Aiello: The referee has begun his countdown, they need to bring this back in the ring.

As the ref would begin his count, Corral and Ion would both regain their posture and get back to their feet. Corral would quickly meet Ion with an open palm strike into his chest, following it was yet another open palm strike that would knock Ion back against the apron of the ring. Attempting to regain the offensive, Ion would land a quick boot to the gut of Mike Corral, stopping him in his tracks. With a quick grab of the wrist, Ion would perform an irish whip in the direction of the steel stairs on the outside of the ring. Corral would react quickly, leaping onto the stairs but pivoting off them with a springboard, turning his body with a kick that would aim for the head of Swift Ion.

Jeremy Piven: Mike Corral heading into the steel stairs! He counters coming off with a high kick!

Swift Ion would quickly side step the kick and grapple onto the backside of Corral, dropping him into the mat with a Russian leg sweep that would emit a low thud from the outside mat, initiating another ‘OOOOH’ from the crowd as he brought Corral to his back. Ion would climb to his feet using the apron of the ring, sliding in quickly to break the referee’s count, and get to his feet while looking to the outside of the ring at Corral, who was slowly getting up. Swift Ion would grasp onto the top rope and use them for leverage, as he catapulted his body over the ropes and twisted in mid-air, performing a corkscrew plancha onto the unsuspecting Corral who would collapse upon impact with Ion.

Joe Aiello: Corkscrew Plancha to the outside!  Oh my!

Jeremy Piven: Ion showing his agility there, what a move!  Ion not holding back tonight!

Upon getting to his feet, Ion would grab a hold of Corral and get him to his feet, forcing him under the bottom rope inside the ring. Climbing onto the apron, Ion would grab a hold of the top rope once more, standing in anticipation for Corral as he scrambled to his feet slowly, while turning around to face Ion. Swift Ion would quickly use the leverage of the ropes once more, flipping is body right over Corral while grappling onto him around the waist side, performing a sunset flip. Upon making contact with the mat with his boots, Ion would lift up Corral briefly onto his shoulders and slam the man down into the mat with a swift powerbomb that flowed from the sunset flip, remaining in the position to hold the pinfall.

Jeremy Piven: The Capetown Werewolf is using his momentum and going for the win!

Joe Aiello: Sunset flip powerbomb for the cover.

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Joe Aiello: Mike Corral gets the shoulder up!

Jeremy Piven: That was a close one, Joe!  Corral isn't going down easy!

Upon breaking the pinfall, Ion would look in dismay as he rolled to his side, remaining on the mat with heavy breaths. Corral would roll to the opposite direction and grab ahold of the bottom rope of the ring, attempting to pull himself to his feet as Ion came to and approached Corral. Ion would perform another irish whip on Corral, sending the man into the opposite side ropes of the ring to gain more momentum. Corral would fire off the ropes of the ring and duck the incoming clothesline by Ion, coming to a brief halt right behind Ion, looking back slightly in anticipation. Swift Ion would turn around to be met with a strong Pele Kick that landed square on his nose from Corral, knocking him to the mat and producing cheers from the crowd.

Jeremy Piven: What a strike! Mike Corral has to turn this around or it could get ugly.

Joe Aiello: Corral showing that he can definitely take the pain as well as dish it out, Ion dropped like a sack of potatoes!

Corral would waste zero time, quickly dropping down to hook the leg of Swift Ion for the cover.

Jeremy Piven: He’s got to have Ion here!

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Joe Aiello: Ion gets the shoulders up! Oh my god!

Jeremy Piven: The Werewolf is still alive!

Slamming his hands down into the mat with frustration, Corral would rise up to his feet and look out to the crowd while letting his attention fade from Swift Ion for a moment. Ion would recover and get to his feet, only to be met by a double open palm strike to the chest, knocking him back a couple steps. Corral would continue the barrage, following up quickly with one more swift open palm strike, putting the back of Ion into the ropes. Throwing a boot to the gut of Ion to lower his head, Corral would tuck his own head down and grapple onto Ion, quickly snapping back a suplex that would land the body of Ion in the middle of the ring with a generous thud. Rolling to his side, Corral would grab onto the head of Ion and pull him to his feet, locking up another grapple onto the Capetown Werewolf, bringing the man into the mat with a tiger suplex that would generate more cheers from the crowd.

Joe Aiello: Mike Corral showing some technical wrestling here.

Jeremy Piven: Despite the slight weight advantage of Ion, Corral is putting him into the mat with ease.

Corral would follow up closely with his suplex, grappling a hold of Ion’s head and forcing in a tight headlock, slowly rising to his feet with Ion who cringed in pain from the hold. Ion would quickly position himself to send Corral into the ropes, with Corral bouncing off to be met with a quick kick from Ion aimed for the gut of Corral. Corral catches the kick, coming to a halt right in front of Swift Ion, as the two men look at each other for a spit second. Ion would quickly generate the force to turn his body and throw his free leg over, aiming for a Enzuigiri that would miss the head of Mike Corral. The ducking Corral would hold onto his ankle, as Swift Ion landed gracefully on his free foot, balancing out a bit before pumping out his leg and back kicking Mike Corral in the gut. With a solid impact, Corral would stumble back and hit the ropes, while Ion was turning around to face him. Corral would quickly jolt forward and grapple onto Swift Ion from the front side, position his body to Ion’s immediate right as both men shot down to the mat with a reverse STO that had a solid thud into the mat. Upon impact, Corral would waste little time as he lifted up his lower body to wrap the Koji Clutch onto Swift Ion, who began to reel in pain and fray his arms around wildly.

Jeremy Piven: Corral dropped Ion with that Reverse STO and locked in the Koji Clutch! This could be over!

Joe Aiello: The Werewolf is in tremendous pain! He’s got a chance though, he is near the ropes!

The referee would slide down near the two men as he awaited Swift Ion to tap, while the Werewolf desperately tried to scramble and reach the nearby ropes. Corral would use all his strength with the clutch, trying to end the match at that very second. Swift Ion would begin to almost lift up off the mat while still in the Koji Clutch, with a few howls being heard from the crowd who began to cheer as he neared the ropes, reaching out as his fingertips graced the bottom rope. Ion’s hand would grasp a hold of the bottom rope as soon as he was in proximity, with Corral releasing the clutch and roll off to the side with a few heavy breaths. Ion would lay on the mat attempting to regain his composure, while Corral began to make his way back over to Ion, laying a few boots to his chest as he shoved him closer inside the ring with his foot towards the end of his ground assault. Corral would quickly turn his back and head towards the turnbuckle, slipping through the middle ropes to the apron and climbing it quickly, while looking up at the downed Ion.

Joe Aiello: Corral going up top!!

Jeremy Piven: He is taking to the air to put the Capetown Werewolf away!

Corral would extend his posture all the way up as he stood up on the top rope, balancing himself gracefully. With a quick jump, springing from the top rope, flashes from cameras would emerge throughout the arena, Corral would do a complete front flip, 450 splashing into the air as he came down on the empty mat, while Swift Ion rolled away at the very last second to escape his very own trademark move. Corral would smack against the mat and hold his gut in pain, rolling over onto his back as Swift Ion scrambled to get to his feet using the ropes.

Joe Aiello: ... and Swift Ion rolls out of the way at the last second!

Jeremy Piven: That was definitely a 450 splash dedicated to Swift Ion! But it missed its mark!

Swift Ion would look around the arena slowly, as he quickly made his way over to the same turnbuckle that Corral had launched himself off of. Ion would slip through the middle ropes and climb onto the pads, making his way up to the middle rope before pausing, letting a fierce howl boom throughout the arena as he signaled to the crowd. Howls would emit back at him as the fans responded, while he ascended to the top rope, balancing himself by holding onto the two top ropes while he bent down with his knees. Mike Corral had initially recovered, as he quickly got to his feet while clutching his gut. Corral would dive against the ropes out of desperation, immediately knocking Swift Ion crotch first into the top rope as the crowd responded with yet another ‘OOOOH!’. Swift Ion would attempt to regain the offensive, as Corral backed off and fell against the neighbor turnbuckle, attempting to regain composure. Ion would get off the top rope as he clutched his groin, writhing in pain and being bent over slightly. Mike Corral would take off from the corner with amazing velocity, lifting up a knee and connecting it into Swift Ion’s face, executing Death is Welcome and subsequently knocking Ion out as he collapsed into the mat. Corral would run through with the attack, as he spun around quickly and dove onto the body of Swift Ion, hooking the leg for the pinfall.

Jeremy Piven: THIS IS OVER! Death is Welcome by Mike Corral!

Joe Aiello: He hooks the leg!

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The bell would sound as Mike Corral would roll off the body of Swift Ion, getting to his feet and having his hand raised. “Call me A Hole” my domPeter would blare throughout the arena while Corral began to exit the ring.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall … The Strong Style Element … MIKE … CORRAL!

Jeremy Piven: Mike Corral puts Swift Ion away with Death is Welcome!

Joe Aiello: What a match!

Winner: Mike Corral

Joe Aiello: What a great way to kick off this amazing week we have for you, stay with us as Brawl rolls on.

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

The camera would cut on, with none other than Sensai Lucus Stones standing in front of an American flag, dawning a white karate gi with black belt around his waist.  Around the head of Stones was a fresh American flag bandana, tied tightly pushing his red locks of hair out of his face.  Lucus Stones gave the camera a stern look, as if he was ready to fight.

"Hello Wrestling Fans, ... my name is Lucus Stones, but you may call me ... Sensai Stones.  Now, although you have never seen me in the squared circle for the Extreme Wrestling Corporation, I can assure you that I am gifted and skilled in combat."

Lucus Stones would raise up both his arms, balling his fists as he showed his knuckles at the camera while he gritted his teeth for a moment.

"I train like a rapid animal to produce only the finest techniques for martial arts and wrestling skills.  These skills will eventually be put to the rest in the HardCore Wrestling, as it has been my duty to take out all the illegals and Canadians from this business.  America will stand proud and strong once again, ... and I will be the tip of the spear that penetrates these individuals.  My message is clear ..."

Lowering his hands as he stood to face the camera, Sensai Stones would give a slight smirk before continuance.

"Dear Foreigners, please leave our land of freedom or swift justice will be served!  I will unleash my inner chi to destroy you, and it can and will be painful!  You cannot withstand the wrath of my tiger claw, or my dragon fist!  These weapons ... these feet, ... would you like to get kicked in the face while I am wearing these bad boys?"

The camera would lower onto Sensai Stones' feet, revealing a pair of old school Reebok Pump Ups.  Lucus Stones would kneel down and once again make eye contact with the camera.

"They give me an extra bit of juice ... for swift justice."

The camera would raise up as Sensai Stones would stand back to his full posture, reading himself with his hands up as if he was about to engage an enemy.

"... but for all my fellow True Americans, ... I offer Martial Arts classes starting at fifty nine, ninety nine a month, including your very own Sensai Stones Gi.  This is a one of a kind offer.  You may be interested in using martial arts to defend yourself against illegals, Canadians, or other foreigners.  It is very useful against them.  You may be interested in some exercise, because let's face it ... you probably have a pathetic physique.  It's okay ... Sensai Stones is here to help you build yourself into a Martial Arts Champion with our black belt program.  You too ... can be a respected athlete and hero to the children of the United States of America ..."

"Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi began to tune in towards the end of the last statement, with the volume being very low.  Camera would fade out.

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Hey! Watch where you put that!

~~ Female giggling filled the arena as the titantron lit up with a close up of MadDawg. Something was different about him. He was smiling but he was glistening more than usual. A small arm cut across the screen, from right to left. After zooming out, MadDawg was in the middle of a Twister board, with both hands and feet on the board. He was missing his shirt and just wearing blue denim jeans and white socks. He also was covered in some type of oil. Around him were four female midgets or little people if you preferred, these girls did not care.

There were three girls in different positions on the Twister board, one between MadDawg's legs, one underneath MadDawg's arched body, and one on top of MadDawg's stomach wiggling. There is another one standing off the board with her arms crossed in a red cocktail dress and black high heels. She also had a necklace with the name Mike written in gold. The one between MadDawg's legs was missing her pants but had white panties and a blue top, She also had a necklace but written in it was Bel. The lady underneath MadDawg was wearing a white bra and a black skirt. She also had a necklace and written in gold was Charlie. The black lady, wiggling on top of MadDawg, was wearing only black panties and bra. She had a necklace that was turned around that had Jay Cee on it. ~~

Get lower MD, make room for Miss Cee.

Shugah, why do you keep rhyming everything, this southern Bel has trouble understanding you?

Cause it's the way I am, now back off me Damn!

I don't see why you are all playing twister with baby oil. That is just not what a proper lady does.

Bitch please don't front, you ain't nothing but an undersized ...

~~ Another midget lady walked onto the screen from the left. She was wearing nothing, her back was really the only thing seen, but a necklace with Derek in gold. She was holding the Twister board and spun the arrow. The arrow stopped. ~~

Looks like it's MD with *bent down and pulled up a banana* a banana.

Oh I got this, cause I am hardcore like that!

~~ MadDawg's eyes got really big before the titantron cut out. One last voice was heard over the PA. ~~

Damn Sucka, you took tha whole mothafucka!

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4 CORNERS OF PAIN MATCH
A POLE IS ATTACHED TO EACH OF THE TOP TURNBUCKLES IN THE RING.
ONE OF THE FOUR CONTAINS A #3 CONTENDERSHIP CERTIFICATE FOR THE INTERNATIONAL TITLE.
THE OTHER 3 CONTAIN A WEAPON THAT MAY BE USED IN THE MATCH.
THE MATCH ENDS WHEN THE CERTIFICATE IS ATTANINED

Stroup: The following contest is a 4 Corners of Pain match! In this match, A POLE IS ATTACHED TO EACH OF THE TOP TURNBUCKLES IN THE RING. ONE OF THE FOUR CONTAINS A #3 CONTENDERSHIP CERTIFICATE FOR THE INTERNATIONAL TITLE. THE OTHER 3 CONTAIN A WEAPON THAT MAY BE USED IN THE MATCH. THE MATCH ENDS WHEN THE CERTIFICATE IS ATTANINED.

Red, white and green pyro explodes as “Slip to the Void” by Alter Bridge plays. Xander Kage struts out onto the ramp, and raises both arms in the air. He tenses up, poses a bit, and rushes towards the ring. He jumps onto the ring apron, and climbs between the ropes. He climbs each turnbuckle in the same way as his mentor BDC does.

Stroup: Introducing first, hailing from Swansea, Wales. Weighing in at 305 pounds! He is Xander “All The Rage” Kage!!

Joe Aiello: Xander is looking ready for this match. He has been improving massively over the past few weeks.

Jeremy Piven: That’s right David. I mean Joe, sorry bud... He picked up a huge main event victory with Jay Cee in Mexico on Friday Night Rampage’s return.

Joe Aiello: David? This ain't Rampage idiot.. Well it’s time to see what Xander is made up of tonight.

"Welcome to my hood" plays out throughout the pa system. Eric Steel walks out of the curtains as the fans boo him almost out of the building. He was wearing Canadian type tights as red and white pyros flare up with his arms rising up. He walks down the ramp with a swagger to his step. He walks up the steps and climbs in the ring. He just stands there with a smug look on his face as if he doesn't have a care in the world.

Stroup: Introducing next, from Toronto Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 232 pounds! He is “The Lone Solder” Eric Steel!!

Eric stares down Xander Kage. The two share a heated staring contest before Beast and the Harlot plays over the loud speakers the arena erupts with boo's as they know Oliver Bailey is about to grace them with his presence. Oliver Bailey comes out wearing his signature aviators and his hair all styled. He slowly walks down the ramp, he engages with a few of the fans and laughs as he walks by them taunting them. He walks up the steps to the ring and goes over the bottom rope. He hands his sunglasses to the announcer and looks on at Xander and Steel, who have turned their attention to the newcomer in Bailey.

Stroup: Introducing next, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 205 pounds. He is Oliver Bailey!!

Kenneth Cole exits onto the stage from the backstage area. A boxing hood over his head as the crowd is in awe of "The Alchemist", booing him as he looks around grinning. He calmly walks toward the ring in a "B-line" function. While getting in the ring he points around the crowd with his gloved hand. "I've been knocking bitches out since '86!!" he shouts toward the crowd. "The Alchemist" starts shadow boxing in the center of the ring. He clearly doesn't seem to be apologetic about the reasons he went to prison. The fact he's never lost and was now banned from boxing is a reason why wrestling fans hate him. Thinking he shouldn't be wrestling due to a technically. He just tunes out the fans as streams of fire pyrotechnics comes out of the turnbuckles. As Kenneth Cole removes his robe and hands it to his cut men and corner. He sits in a stool on either corner and looks to knock another bitch out as his music fades.

Stroup: Introducing next, from Bronx, New York. Weighing in at 240 pounds! “The Alchemist” Kenneth Cole!!

Joe Aiello: And here is another one of the newest EWC superstars hoping to make an impact.

Jeremy Piven: Well this is EWC, where anyone can make an impact!

"Hail to the King" By Avenged Sevenfold, begins to play, as the light's in the arena dim down. Alexandra poses a bit as the song’s speed begins to pick up. Emmanuelle Chriqui steps into view of the camera again. Lifting the microphone to her lips, she begins to speak.

Stroup: And introducing last, from Tombstone, Arizona. Weighing in at 110 pounds! Alexandra Callaway!!

Alexandra makes her way down the ramp, she stops at the bottom of the ramp and walks to the steps. Some cheer for her, some boo her, but she just shrugs them off and continues on her way to the ring.

She slips into the ring, under the bottom rope, and climbs up onto the turnbuckle. She smirks evilly, and then poses, her arms up and in the rock on symbol. She jumps down and stares at all of the men in the ring. The bell rings and the match is officially underway.

Eric Steel wastes no time. He turns and climbs the turnbuckle to reach for the briefcase. Oliver Bailey grabs his right leg and brings him back down to the ring. Xander Kage is on the other side of the ring battling with Kenneth Cole. Cole is throwing left and rights at Xander strategically while Kage is trying to block them accordingly. Alexandra stands in the middle of the ring for a second before shrugging and walking to one of the corners. She starts climbing the turnbuckle. She reaches the briefcase and unhooks it from the pole. She opens it to find a pair of brass knuckles. She throws the briefcase down to the mat behind and slips the knuckles onto her hand. She jumps off and turns to find the closest person to her. She spots Eric Steel standing over the downed Oliver Bailey, hitting him with numerous kicks to the upper body. Alexandra turns to see Xander Kage lifting Kenneth Cole high into the air and slamming him down to the mat with a scoop slam. She moves in closer to Xander and taps him on the shoulder. Kage turns around and gets nailed with a brass knuckle shot to the jaw. He falls to the ground in a heap and Alexandra takes of the brass and throws them to the ground.

Joe Aiello: Oh my god! Xander Kage got struck hard with those brass knuckles. I think he may be out of it.

Jeremy Piven: Alexandra is smart. She chooses the biggest man in the match and wills him down. Also, that’s one less briefcase to worry about.

Alexandra raises her fist into the air, which in turn receives massive waves of boos from the crowd. Eric Steel grabs Alexandra’s shoulder and forcefully turns her around. He whips her into the briefcase-less corner and sprints at her. She raises her boot and Eric runs face first into it. He stumbles back as Alexandra goes to the second rope. She jumps off with the intention of hitting Steel with a crossbody. Steel, however, catches Callaway and slams her down to the mat with force. Steel takes notice of the scene around him. Kenneth Cole is making his way back to his feet; as is Oliver Bailey. Steel grabs Bailey and tosses him over the ropes. Oliver hangs on to the top rope. Steel tries to kick him off the apron but Bailey moves and Steel’s leg is hanging over the top rope. Kenneth Cole comes from behind and lifts Steel’s other leg over the ropes. Steel crashes down to the floor as Kenneth Cole hip tosses Bailey back into the ring. On the other side of the ring, Kage is starting to come around. He grabs the bottom rope and uses it to hoist himself up to the middle rope. Alexandra is lying under the bottom rope, still feeling the effects of the slam by Steel earlier. Xander reaches his feet with the help of the ropes and slowly makes his way to the turnbuckle.

Joe Aiello: And here we go, Xander Kage is looking to take a chance and reach for the briefcase!

Jeremy Piven: Well after the brass knuckle shot by Alexandra, it may take him a while to reach the top.

Joe Aiello: Who do you think is in the best line of winning this match, Cann? I mean Piven.. haha Sorry

Jeremy Piven: Fuck you Joe. Well Xander Kage has been on a massive roll as of recent weeks. Picking up a win against Heretic’s Whisper in Rampage’s min event. I do like the performance from Bailey and Steel. I would have to say either Bailey or Xander.

Xander has reached the top turnbuckle and is reaching for the briefcase. Kenneth Cole comes from attacking Oliver Bailey and sweeps Xander’s leg, causing him to fall and hit his groin on the top turnbuckle. He makes a face that expresses pain as Kenneth Cole climbs over Xander. Kage isn’t out of it however. Xander elbows Kenneth in the gut. He does it again. And the third time Cole falls back down to the canvas. Kage quickly regains his previous position on the top turnbuckle and grabs the briefcase and opens it to find a cookie sheet. It was about the size of a yearbook and was a bright silver. Xander shook his head in disgust and tossed the cookie sheet to the ground. He gets down from the turnbuckle and quickly gets rocked with a springboard missile dropkick from Oliver Bailey. Oliver gets to his feet and taunts the crowd. But what he doesn’t know is that Alexandra was up on another turnbuckle, reaching for another briefcase. He turned back to continue his assault on Kage and saw that she almost had the case. Bailey runs over and jumps up to the turnbuckle with her.

Joe Aiello: Oh no. This doesn’t look good for Alexandra. What is Bailey planning?

Oliver nails Callaway in the back with a forearm shot. She yelps in pain and grabs the pole to keep balance. He does it once more. She can’t keep her hold on the pole or her balance. Bailey grabs her arm and puts it around his neck. He grabs her leg with his other hand and together they both fall back to the canvas. Alexandra gets the worst of it. Bailey slowly rises to his feet. He has smug smirk on his face after taking out Alexandra. But wait, Eric Steel just pulled a table out from under the ring. He slides it into the ring and slides in after it. He walks up behind Bailey and hits him with a Steel Cutter. The fans start booing Steel as he got back to his feet and set the table up. Xander Kage quickly comes up behind Steel and hits the Fury Bomb through the table! Steel is out of it. The crowd in on their feet for this match. The amount of carnage in the ring was outstanding.

Eric Steel is recovering from his table crash and notices Oliver Bailey reaching for the briefcase. Steel gets up from the wreckage and crawls his way to Oliver Bailey. Steel grabs Oliver’s ankle and tries to force him down. Bailey looks over his shoulder and aims his other foot at Steel’s face. He cocks his foot and aims for Steel- but he misses. Steel raises to his feet and pulls Bailey down to the mat. Steel manages to land a dropkick to Bailey, which knocks him out of the ring. Steel wastes no time and quickly climbs the turnbuckle. He grabs the briefcase and exclaims in happiness as he gets the #3 Contendership.

Stroup: Here is your winner and the holder of the #3 Contendership for the International championship, ERIC STEEL!!

Winner: Eric Steel

Joe Aiello: A terrific debut victory for Eric Steel and Oliver Bailey came so close. It's been a great way to kick off title week so far.

Jeremy Piven: Well, moving on now and we'll be receiving word from Joe "The Shift" Seventi shortly, but one thing I want to throw out there Aiello is that Hala Abbasi since her arrival has been on an Iranian mission for collision with the hardest American object she can find.

Joe Aiello: Like?

Piven: My d—

Aiello: Okay!! So here comes my fellow Joe, Joe Seventi now to the press podium out the front of the Cardiff Motorpoint Arena.

Joe Seventi appears with the twangs of Bob Dylan's guitar leading him onstage. The camera lights and sudden bombardment of microphones and recorders seem to unhinge him a little bit, but he pulls through without exploding, taking a seat in front of the table he is to deliver his speech and also a sip of water.

Aiello: He looks a little pissed off.

Looking directly into the main video camera's lens, he straightens himself up and clears his throat.

Joe Seventi: "I've put my hand forth to take the press aside mid-show for a little shout out to the people with all the money. The manipulators of world oil prices. The energy and resource distributors who'd rather just pool their money with the richest of the rich, to spite the world below them.

"These, the men and women whose motives were shielded from my eyes for eleven years as I worked my way up through Eye-Insignia, the Corporate embodiment of the cruelest enabler of every possible economic travesty. Now they're in pro wrestling, poisoning the supplements, seeking venue-based temporary contracts on food and drink supply for as many events as they can, and otherwise chewing up stakes in overall sponsorship of various pro wrestling establishments worldwide.

"I have no doubt that none of this will mean much to the average EWC viewer. But it is the fighter in me that will continue to deliver the truth. The people with the money to move mountains are instead trying to bury us all in their traps. But we, the warriors of the EWC, can represent and encourage the revolution the world desires…

"The revolution that the world NEEDS."

Joe Seventi points at the camera now, his eyes wide open.

Seventi: "And not simply a revolution that the young upstarts in wrestling talk about. The upstarts who cloak themselves in as much black as possible without being disrespectful toward Islamic women. This is the opportunity to take back the reigns of power over the elite by way of the epicentre of human combat in the economic powerhouse of the world.

"This may be gladiatorial, overblown, and expensive, but it's only because we fight to survive, and those who tell us outside the arena how to live do not fight, so cannot understand how to help man go on living. Out of all of this, however, I'm sorry to say it, but the western world's got a lot to answer for…

"We let these bastards take control of our banks, our houses, our assets, our rights, our words, our beliefs and privacy. I'm fighting to take that control back.

"People of Cardiff, thank you for allowing me the opportunity to say what needed saying. I hope to one day come back here and fight for you too. All I can say for now is…"

He looks over at a newspaper next to him declaring Seventi the EWC Combat Champion for August, and lifts the article up to the lens.

Seventi: "My strength and ambition are what will bring not just me, but the people at large, absolute glory. A sudden shift in the paradigm, if you will…"

Smiling, his hands outstretched beside him as he finished his emphatic speech, Joe Seventi nods and gets up out of his seat to leave the stage as the scene fades.

Piven: What a fruitloop.

Aiello: Hey come on now, Jeremy. There are some people out there who might have gotten a lot out of hearing that.

Piven: Yeah, but isn't inciting a riot or revolution a crime?

Aiello: I'm sure Seventi knows what he's doing.

Piven: Yeah. Sure. Let's move on to the next match after our next commercial break, only-slightly-less-stupid-Joe.

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

*AND NOW, A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM YOUR FRIEND AND MINE, THE DREAM!!*

Huzzah! Your old pal The Dream here, or as some certain cartel-I MEAN RESPECTABLE AND LEGITIMATE BUSINESSES call me, El Sueño!

Now, I've been asked to give this PSA because, well, as an american folk hero on par with Paul Bunyon or Johnny Appleseed, the head honchos figured I was the right man for the job! And after, um.... putting out a fire, which explains the smoke obviously, I immediately agreed! They even gave me $25 for it, so today's a good day!

Now, I was supposed to talk about.... bollocks, what was I supposed to talk about? Notecards, notecards.... um...

As I stall for time, let me remimd you that this PSA is sponsored by Subway! Because don't you want a footlong inside you?

Let's see..... AH! Here it is!

Today's PSA is on... innuendos. Apparently, words can have more than one meaning, which could make for some awkward moments. Why, I could walk up to a bird right now, calmly introduce myself and ask if they want to take a ride on the Dream Machine, and they'd be offended. Well, they would if I failed to mention that my ride is called the Dream Machine. But they could easily mistake it for casual, no strings attached, dirty, hanging by the chandelier se-

*THIS HAS BEEN A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM YOUR FRIEND AND MINE, THE DREAM, WHO WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU THAT HE ACCEPTS PAYMENT IN THE FORM OF CASH, CHECK, CERTAIN PLANTS, AND FULL FRONTAL NUDITY.

DICTATED, NOT READ.

- MANAGEMENT.*

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Derek Wellings is getting rubbed down by two Turkish men as three Italian men sing opera, to relax him. The two men pour oil over Derek's chest and back, to help loosen his muscles... unfortunately they're using Crisco oil to massage him. Ace Heart passes by with a cup of coffee.

Ace Heart: Mister Wellings... is there a reason you're being rubbed down with Crisco COOKING oil?

Derek Wellings: One oil is just as good as another. If you don't like it Ace, get outta here.

Ace Heart: You called for me to come here.

Derek Wellings: Oh yeah... I forgot.

Ace Heart: How are you feeling after last week?

Derek Wellings: I feel like a watermelon.

Ace Heart: A WATERMELON!?

Derek Wellings: How do you think I feel? I'm not feeling great, that's for sure! I got jumped TWICE by Element X, and both times I was laid out. Don't go saying "But you're an Army of One! El oh el", every victory in history knows that if he's attacking someone's home, he not only needs to have locals help them out but also need a three to one advantage. They're playing the numbers game and I'm losing it. So I'm pretty sure I'm not winning the match tonight, I would like to think I am, but I'm likely not. But I'll tell you this too, Charlie Feigel isn't going to win the Championship either. You can count on that... now get out of here! Koray and Batu aren't finishing and I want to hear what happens at the end of this story.

The three Italian men continue singing and try to over sing Ace Heart.

Ace Heart: Do you even know how to speak Italian, Mister Wellings?

Derek Wellings: No... and I also don't know to speak Turkish either. But that's not stopping me from my prematch... ritual... thing I guess.

Ace Hearts looks offended Derek called him there for almost no reason. He leaves the screen as we return to Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven. The later is laughing as he watches Derek on a separate screen.

Joe Aiello: What is WRONG with you?! Why do you keep putting Derek doing this!?

Jeremy Piven: I'd love to take credit for this, but that asshole did that all himself. I never seen a guy get massaged with CRISCO!

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The scene re-opens backstage where we see Oliver Bailey sitting on the leather chair in his custom personal dressing room. All you can hear is the sounds of tweets coming through to Baileys cell phone. Bailey smiles. Bailey mockingly reads the tweet.

"Why Bailey why? Hashtag we hate you."

Bailey laughs at the stupidity of this rather pointless tweet.

"Why you ask? Why did I attack Michael Saint? Why did I spoil the return of the great one? Well I will make it simple. He didn't deserve the lime light, I did. He is the past I am the future. what has he done lately that is worth talking about? He finally got off his couch and made his way to a EWC show? Last time I checked that doesn't make you great. What makes you great is taking the very thing that people don't doubt. Which in this case is what they knew, what Michael Saint was. And I flipped it on its ass."

Bailey is now very serious and staring straight into the camera.

"Yeah I realize I might have started a war. I fired the first shot as a warning, if he wants to return fire he's more then welcome. But let this be known. Tonight I embark on the greatest winning streak this company has ever seen. I set the train in motion and push it down the hill. So I welcome anyone to try and step in front of this runaway train and just try and stop me. Whether it be Saint or the President himself no one will get in my way of greatness. I am the future, I am the present. I am your future champion."

Bailey gets up and is about to walk away when he stops mid step. Turns back towards the camera and says.

"Hashtag Choo Choo."

Bailey pushes the camera out of his way and then the twitter sound chimes on his phone again.

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We switch to backstage where Mike is standing next to one of the local janitors who is chatting him up. Dude's HUGE. One of those bodybuilder types. Only now his body is covered with fat so he's thick. Really thick.

Juan - So … Mister Mike. How are ju?

Mike - I'm alright, man.

Juan - Ju're Iron Man?

Mike - No. I'm ALRIGHT … MAN.

Juan - Oh, good, good. So … Mister Mike … how do ju like being a wrestler?

Mike - It's the best!

Juan - I bet it is.

Mike - Oh, but that's not all I do. I'm also available for baby sitting, bat mitzvahs, and general shakedowns. You know anybody who needs work?

Juan - See, this is why ju and I get along. Ju're a reneissance man.

Mike - You need anybody roughed up?

Juan - There's a bird at di pet store that's been giving me a little beak, jeah.

Mike - Oh, putting a wisecracker in his place is my speciality! I'll be doing this tonight, too! Five of them actually. Tough work.

Juan - That's the spirit, ese. Hey, how'd ju learn to wrestle?

Mike - Sorry to interrupt you but isn't somebody supposed to interview me?

Juan - Oh yeah. Well, I will interview ju. How'd ju learn to wrestle?

Mike - Alright then. Funny you should ask. This one time my old pal Tony and I were busting up a religious protest back in Atlantic City. A road job. Those bible thumpers were causing too much ruckus.

Juan - Indeed?

Mike - Yeah! So we're tailing this baling middle-aged priest for an hour and he pulls up outside a casino and before he can go in Tony says "Well, buddy, we better nab this guy quicker than a Pittsburgh driver taking left on a green light in rush hour. I couldn't have agreed more. So I grab a tire iron out of the back seat, right? Hop out of the Desoto and pummel this guy like a pinata!

Juan - Jow!

Mike - Blindfold and all!

Juan - … that doesn't really answer my question, ese.

Mike - .. you asked me a question?

With this we go back live to the arena where we are almost ready for the 6 man Ladder match.

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SIX-MAN LADDER MATCH FOR THE
INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP

Joe Aiello: And now we come to one of the most electrifying matchups we've ever had! A 6 man ladder match for the International Title!

Jeremy Piven: You're right Joe! And with the star power in the match, it could go anyway! You have both the wrestler of the month AND the rookie of the month in the same ring! Plus, with the likes of Mike, Derek Wellings, Bel Biggz, and Charlie Feigel in there, I think this match could steal the show!

Jessica Stroup: The following is a SIX MAN LADDER MATCH and is for the International Title! Introducing first, from Devon, England, weighing in at 225 pounds, "The Elite" Jay Cee!

"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. 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.

Jessica Stroup: The second competitor, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 280 pounds, "The Airborne Ranger"  Derek Wellings!



Derek Welling excitedly runs out on top of the Entrance Ramp. He taunts the crowd to raise the roof on one end, and succeeds. Derek then runs over to the other end and taunts the other end successfully. Quickly, Derek runs down to the ring and slides in ala Edge. Pointing to the crowd, Derek pumps his fist back and forth like a pair of pistons, then cups them around his mouth for a shout out. Once the crowd is riled up from the shout out, Derek flexes his arms in a strong man pose, then crosses them over his chest and waits for the match to begin.

Jessica Stroup: The third participant, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 215 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.

Jessica Stroup: The fourth participant, from The DawgPound, USA, weighing in at 254 pounds, MadDawg!

The sound of dogs barking and fighting feel the P. A system. The camera pans to the crowd as some fans are cheering and others are just happy to be on camera. With a flash, the stage ignites in flames and the dogs stop as "Hell is Home" lifts the people to their feet. MadDawg makes a few slow steps from behind the curtain with a sly grin on his face wearing his black boots, blue denim jeans, and his black cut that has the word "Dawg Pound" etched in white. He walks to the center of the stage, still in flames. He looks throughout the crowd, tilts his head up, closes his eyes. and soaks in all of the cheers and jeers. The smile leaves his face, his eyes open with such hatred and determination. He glares down to the ring and begins to make his way down the ramp by stepping through the fire. He walks with assiduous, unwavering purpose. He rolls under the ropes and then stands in the middle of the ring to take the crowd in yet again. He makes his way to the near left turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. He lifts up his right hand, then pounds the left side of his chest three times. He jumps down and begins to take off his leather jacket as he eagerly awaits his opponent.


"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. :::

Jessica Stroup: The fifth contestant hailing from Syracuse, New York! Standing 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 245 pounds! Here is the "HARDKORE IKON" CHARLIE FEIGEL!!!

The lights go out. There are mere seconds of just the audience buzzing as the eerie first minute of Electric Light Orchestra’s Fire On High plays in what seems to be just parts of the audio system. The reverse tongues end and the anticipation swells as Bel’s voice plays over the PA system overlaid with the song…

V/O: "Breathe of life flowed into my lungs and my eyes opened.”

As the string quartet begins to slide in a knife and out easily, blinding white spotlights turn on and focus to one point over the stage obscuring the entire video screen and entrance area. Drums. Heavenly chorus. Organ.

The lights on the entrance ramp shine white and cross each other and cover the ramp way. Eletric Guitar. A silhouette appears at the ramp and he spreads his arms and for a moment it looks as if his magnificent wings are on display. As he comes out of the light, it looks as if he floats (as he is carried to the ramp by a conveyor belt) Jessica Stroup looks at the card she has in her hand with an eye brow raised but does it anyway….

Jessica Stroup: He knows the moment for killing his past and coming back to life has arrived, this is … BEL BIGGZ!!

Bel looks almost regal (and ridiculous at the same time) as he slowly “floats” down the ramp as the music intensifies in nature. The new suit, the shades, and around his neck a great flowing white cape. As the conveyor belt ends, he drops the cape behind him casually with a release of the brooch. He stares at the ring, his opponents, and the hanging title with a warm smile as he walks up the ring stairs and finally enters the squared circle as his music fades to the crowd noise once more.

The men eye each other warily waiting for the match to begin. When the bell rings, the men pair up and begin taking shots at each other. Wellings and MadDawg tie up in a corner, both vying for position as Bel and Jay Cee trade rights on the other side. Charlie Feigel runs toward Mike, but Mike ducks the clothesline and goes to grab the ladder positioned on the ramp. As Charlie grabs the ladder, MadDawg takes control in the corner and tosses Wellings out of the ring. Mike slides the ladder in, but Feigel grabs onto it, and smashes Mike in the gut. Feigel then turns his attention towards Jay Cee and Biggz, and smacks Bel across back. Jay tries to intervene and gets hit in the jaw and he tumbles out of the ring too. Feigel goes to turn his attention to MadDawg, but Dawg is waiting, spearing Feigel. Both men lie motionless as the crowd goes wild.

Joe Aiello: What a spear! MadDawg just gave up his body! The dedication of these stars!

Wellings is the first to roll back into the ring, and notices the downed superstars. He grabs the ladder off of Feigel's prone body. He sets up the ladder and begins to climb towards the title.

Jeremy Piven: Look at Wellings climb! He might win right here!

Wellings gets four steps up the ladder before Bel Biggz comes to and nearly dives into the ladder knocking it over. Wellings falls off and lands squarely on the ropes. The wind is knocked out from him and he clutches at his chest. Bel grabs the ladder and starts to put it up, but Mike gets in the way, clubbing Bel in the back. Bel takes a few shots before reversing Mike and throwing him into the ladder. Mike's skull slams into the ladder and he falls staright backwards. The crowd ooh's with the sound. Bel sees his opportunity and starts to scale the ladder. Jay Cee is now cognizant and notices Bel starting to climb, and begins climbing up the other side. Bel reaches the top first and desperately reaches for the title. 

Bel reaches, and reaches, the title is in his grasp!

Jay Cee reaches him just in time, slugging Bel in the stomach. Bel returns the shot, and takes another one. The men trade three more punches until Jay Cee takes control. He pushes Bel off the ladder and Bel falls fifteen feet down! Jay Cee takes one look at the title, and then a look a Bel. Jay Cee ascends to the top of the ladder, and flips off of it, preforming a picture perfect shooting star press! He crashes into Bel below, and then immediately collapses.

Joe Aiello: He had it one! Jay Cee had the title in his grasps, no one around, and instead he goes for the shooting star press and NAILS Bel Biggz! What a move ladies and gentlemen!

Jeremy Piven: Jay Cee is quite the competitor that's for sure! I don't think I've seen a more perfect dive ever!

As the crowd roars it's approval, MadDawg notices the ladder and no one around. MadDawg starts to climb, moving very slowly towards the top. 

Jeremy Piven: MadDawg could be a double champion right here! He's all alone up there

Joe Aiello: Go Dawg! Climb towards the future of the EWC!

MadDawg is just a few steps away when suddenly out of nowhere Spazz and Mike Corral slide into the ring and attack MadDawg! Spazz grabs MadDawg and throws him off of the ladder while Corral begins stomping the breath out of MadDawg.

Joe Aiello: This is a disgrace! Somebody has to help MadDawg! Get these men off of him!

Jeremy Piven: Sorry Joe but it's a ladder match! Anything goes!

Suddenly Image of the Invisible hits the loudspeaker and Brock Whitworth comes running down to the ring. He grabs Mike Corral and throws him into the steel barrier. Spazz tries to get involved but Brock scoops him up in an Outback Driver and slams him on his head.

Jeremy Piven: And there's the cavalry! I wonder if we'll see more of these men go at it this Friday! 

Brock rushes over to help his partner up. As assists MadDawg back into the ring. Mike Corral is sizing up Brock for his signature move, "The Hand of God". Derek Wellings notices this and comes sprinting towards the ropes. He preforms a suicide dive and Brock moves out of the way at the last second. Mike Corral takes the dive full power and collapses under Wellings weight. Brock can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. 

MadDawg is looking out over the carnage and notices Brock urging him up the ladder. He begins climbing, albeit a bit slower.

Joe Aiello: MadDawg still has a chance! Here he goes!

MadDawg reaches the top, and starts reaching for the title. As he starts to grasp the title, a chair shot rings out and MadDawg clutches his back and falls sideways off the ladder. Behind him, holding a chair is Mike! Mike makes his way up the ladder and before Jay Cee or Bel can make it to the ladder, Mike unhooks the title and raises it over his head. The crowd starts chanting:

Crowd: GOOD GUYS FINISH FIRST! GOOD GUYS FINISH FIRST!

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and new EWC International Champion...IT'S MIKE!

Winner: Mike

Joe Aiello: The nicest guy in the world.....just hit someone with a steel chair? That doesn't sound very nice to me Piven!

Jeremy Piven: Don't ask questions Joe! It's the EWC! And I for one think it was a great match and win for Mike! We'll be talking about this one for a while!

Mike gets given the EWC International Championship belt by the referee and begins to celebrate with several of the other competitors looking at him in disappointment.

Joe Aiello: Element X tried their best to try and get Feigel the win or at least make sure Wellings didn't get the win, but now our new International champ is Mike.

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The show cuts from the live celebrations.

A low, dark hum echoes through your screen, your mind unsure as to what exactly you're hearing.

All you know is it sounds oddly familiar ... 

Travelling the world meant nothing. When you are still a failure in your mind, you are a failure in reality.

You can tell yourself that you're a somebody.

You can tell yourself you are extraordinary.

You can tell yourself a lot of things, can't you? 

When you're looking through your television screen.

Monotonous day, after monotonous day at the same, dull, boring job. That's life, is it not?

Let's face it. None of us are special. None of us are outstanding.

..

We're all just ..

here.

////DON.TCAL-ITACOM/.EBACK

Soon the black of the camera fades slowly into what can only be assumed to be someone's home. Modest, nothing too fancy. There are numerous championship belts, trophies and other things on tables and in cabinets but it is far too dark to see what they say. A Voice is still speaking over the images.

Something was calling to me.

Something told me that the time for hiding was done, it was time.

Time to do what I do best.

I did do it best ... right?

Then why didn't anyone remember?

All of those years, were they for nothing?

Then we make them remember. We make them.

The image gets clearer and clearer, as if they viewer's fog is finally lifting and you can almost see a silhouette of a man ..

The minutes are ticking away, EWC. Not all of us are born special, and born to be important. It's time to weed out those of us that are mundane and weak.

I am not here for fun this time.

I am not here to make money.

I am not here to belong.

I am simply here to make you remember what you knew all along.

Finally you see him, clearly, he is covered in tattoos and he stands completely naked, his back turned against the camera.

"Look to the East and you'll find it ..... even if you aren't looking."

JORDAN SHARPE

soon.








"They have no idea what someone with unlimited resources and no humanity can do, do they?"

The show cuts to commercials.

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

LIVE FROM THE LOCAL SLAUGHTER HOUSE

KING OF THE DEATH MATCH III

MATCH TAKES PLACE IN A LOCAL SLAUGHTERHOUSE, WHICH IS FILLED WITH VARIOUS WEAPONS.
A WINNER IS DECLARED WHEN THE LOSER CAN NO LONGER CONTINUE.
THE LOSER WILL BE FIRED FROM THE EWC & POSSIBLY DEAD

Joe Aiello: Next up … out of nowhere we’ve got the third ever King of the Death Match with Shadow Man … versus Nick Wadden!?

Jeremy Piven: Why you shittin’ all over Wadden?

Joe Aiello: I’m not… its just … why?

Jeremy Piven: Because Shady wanted it, don’t you get it?

Joe Aiello: That’s right. That is why this is happening. No offense to Nick but where is this coming from? He’s had his own issues with his role here and maybe he accepted the match just because “dethroning” Shadow would make his career here instantly. And on the other hand, Shadow Man is weeks removed from a broken leg … so his return match is a dangerous match where he can only win by incapacitating his opponent. So without further ado, let’s join these two in a local slaughterhouse right here in Wales!

The camera cuts to an eerily quiet slaughterhouse. All the tools of the trade lay idle. No animals en route to their dooms. There is an elevated booth with glass windows that is used for supervision but in this case, the referee for this contest Dan Johnson serves as mere observer. No pinfalls. No submissions. One goal: beat your opponent within an inch of their life. A door creaks open and the sound of boots clicking on concrete is heard and we see Nick Wadden in street clothes with a steel pipe in hand. He slaps it against his hand as if to intimate his opponent into showing.

Nick Wadden: Hello? Where you at? Let’s do this…

Silence.

Nick Wadden: Man, they complain about my no-showing…

Two large almost barn like doors that are used for bringing in large piece of equipment are kicked in. Sunlight floods into the room and man on a horse gallops in. There is a large concrete floor clearing that is surrounded by the conveyors and racks of equipment. The man on the horse twirls a rope with a huge salami tied to it and as he charges at Wadden, who is a deer in the headlights, he uppercuts Wadden in the face with the salami. Wadden flies back and his back goes into one of the many steel pole supports. Shadow Man raises the huge meat stick in the air as the horse paces back and forth snorting.

Joe Aiello: I’m not really surprised to be honest.

Jeremy Piven: Not surprised, Shady just assaulted a man with a big piece of meat on horseback!?

Joe Aiello: Not surprised.

Wadden is still seeing stars as Shadow Man dismounts from his horse, tosses a pack that slung over his side to the ground, and then slaps the horse on the rear. The horse disappears through the open doors and now it’s down to just the humans. Shadow Man begins to spin his meat again, gaining momentum, and looks to possibly cave in Wadden’s skull as he sits slumped against the pole. He swings down …

And fortunately Shadow doesn’t go to jail for homicide as Wadden rolls out of the way. The frozen salami clangs against the pole. Wadden charges in Shadow Man and claws and gouges at his eyes. He pushes him as both man struggle. Wadden slams Shadow’s lower back against the edge of a conveyor belt and the shape pain causes Shady to drop his weapon. Nick lays into the King of the Deathmatch with rights and lefts and then pushes his body onto a conveyor belt that is probably used to toss guts onto. There are hanging chains over head with hooks attached them.

Wadden show great aggression and climbs onto the belt and mounts Shadow Man and rains down more heavily taped fists down on his opponent. Shadow’s arms swing up in a defensive position and Wadden pushes them aside. Shadow’s hands slam against the sides of the conveyor belt and incidentally his right hand hits a green button. The conveyor belt comes to life and it startles Wadden. Shadow takes over and pushes Wadden off him and as the belt pushes them down the line, they both scramble to their feet. Wadden looks like he wants to get off this ride but Shadow jumps up on one of the chains and swings back against the grain and swings his body and the chain against Wadden as he comes into him. Wadden takes a nasty spill off the conveyor and hits the concrete. Johnson looks on from the temporary referee’s booth and concludes the match must continue as Wadden stirs.

Joe Aiello: Shadow Man’s mind works a million miles per hour. He thrives in an environment like his because anything he can get his hands on will be used to inflict pain. I’m not sure what strategy Wadden had here with that pipe. Maybe a street fight…but this may not be a fight after all, it’s an execution.

Shadow uses his heel to stop the belt right in front of Wadden’s prone body; he grabs onto the chain again, swings off, releases his grip, and then drops an elbow into the heart of Wadden. Nick sits up gasping for air, trying to scoot away from his opponent. Shadow runs to the burlap sack he dropped earlier and digs in it. The cameras catch a wide smile on his face as pulls out a huge launcher gun with “Taco Shooter” painted on it. He grabs a stack of frozen taco shells and loads his ammo in. Wadden scrambles to his feet and looks up only to be clonked in the head with a taco shell!

Wadden: The hell are you doing, man?

Shadow Man: What do you think?

And he shoots again, the frozen shell breaks against the bridge of Wadden’s nose. Nick doubles over and grabs his face and in a sick image, blood runs from through his fingers as the shell has sliced him open across the face.

Shadow Man: Death by taco!!!

And he repeatedly presses the trigger. Taco shells fly into Wadden’s body and its unsure what effect its having. Maybe it really hurts, maybe it really stings. As the last bit of ammo shatters against Wadden’s shoulders. Wadden looks up, blood dripping down his nose and over his cheeks mouth, and charges. Shadow Man swings the body of the gun but Wadden ducks under and tackles him to the concrete floor. Lucky for Wadden, the pipe he brought is within reach and he grabs it. He takes some revenge and brings the pipe down into Shadow’s leg!

Joe Aiello: Shadow’s leg just might be broken again!

Jeremy Piven: Good!

Excruciating pain emanates from Shady’s “healed” leg.

Wadden: Don’t get up unless you want me to break it again. Declare me the winner, ref. He wouldn’t dare fight back!

He threatens Shadow menacingly with the pipe and Shadow sits up and spits a loogie that arches up and splatters in Wadden’s face!! Wadden is infuriated and he brings the pipe down again. Shadow rolls away and then kicks at the back of Wadden’s leg. He grabs up his spent Taco gun. Wadden is knelt down and gets a smack in the head with the huge metal tube. Wadden crumples to the floor.

Joe Aiello: That could be it. No man can take many blows to the head and still fight…

The referee continues to observe as Wadden amazingly still moves…

Shadow Man limps about for a moment shaking off the pain before dragging Wadden to his feet. Kick to the gut. He locks on a front face lock and tries to spin and pivot out into his GBC finisher but Wadden pushes him away. He grabs Shadow by the hood of his jacket, reverse facelock, and then slams the back of Shadow’s head into the concrete with jarring impact with a reverse DDT.

Joe Aiello: Wouldn’t have thought to see a wrestling move in this thing but here we go. Shadow tried for his end all finisher Good Bye Charlie and that may have cost him because Wadden reversed it right into Patent Pending.

Jeremy Piven: Why wouldn’t they you moron, they’re wrestlers.

Joe Aiello: In a slaughterhouse. Come on, Piven, we just saw Shady bloody Wadden with taco shells.

Shadow is still moving but barely. Wadden looks to the booth where the referee is and then sees the stairs leading up to the perch which is about 15 feet off the ground. He reaches the bottom of the steps and Shadow sand bags his 245 pound frame. He pulls and pulls and the sweat from his palms make him lose his grip. Wadden, bloody, exhausted, possibly humiliated and thus angry, falls against the steps. He desperately kicks at Shady but he rolls away. Both get up and begin to brawl, exchanging blows. Shadow starts getting more shots in, forcing Wadden up the stairs backwards. At the top of the stairs, Shadow stuns him with a right hand to the jaw that knocks him against the door into the supervisor’s room. Shadow grabs hold of both sides of the rails and puts his boots into Wadden’s chest and propels him through the door. The door breaks off the hinges and Nick falls into the room.

Jeremy Piven: Nice way to get your foot in the door. Or whole body.

Joe Aiello: Bit of a stretch there but no matter what, that had to hurt.

Referee Johnson cowers in the corner of the room that is full of switchboards and monitors for all of the equipment. Shadow Man steps into room over Wadden and then looks about. He then pulls Wadden by his now blood soaked hair and bashes his face into the control panel. Various pieces of equipment, conveyors, processors, blades start their electric whirring below. Wadden still has fight left in him and back elbows Shadow in the ribs. Shadow stumbles back and Wadden turns around and punches him in the face and knocking him against the wall of monitors in the back of the small room. He grabs Shadow back into the middle of room and tees off on him one, two, three, four, five jabs to the face. Shadow stumbles back and forth all wobbly legged. Wadden grabs the steel chair Referee Johnson was probably sitting it, folds it up, and swings at Shadow’s head. Shady ducks and the chair flies out of Wadden’s sweaty hands and into the huge glass window … shattering and it blowing out the glass onto the concrete floor below.

No moment of reprieve as Shadow slugs Wadden back in the mouth and then tosses him back on the slightly sloped console. The ceiling in this room is high enough for Shadow Man to stand on the console without hunching over. He kicks at Wadden’s body, possibly trying to force Wadden to a devastating fall but Wadden holds on for dear life. Shadow Man starts to pull Wadden to his feet when Wadden sneaks in a low blow. Shady holds him in a comical fashion despite how much it probably hurts as Wadden gets to his feet. He raises his hand in the air and signals for something…

Joe Aiello: Wadden wants to have a Legendary Ending here…

He beckons Shadow to get to his feet and looks to drop him face first on the console most likely knocking him out cold. He leaps up…goes for the executions …

And Shadow blocks it … holding Wadden in the air. Wadden legs kick out desperately to fight out of this counter.

Shadow turns slightly towards to where the window once was … AND DUMPS WADDEN OUT OF THE ROOM!!!!

Jeremy Piven: And he got one! HOLY SHIT, man!!

A scream and a sick thud is heard as the cameras rush to see the action. The camera, and the referee, witness the broken, barely breathing, bloody body of Nick Wadden on the concrete below.

Shadow Man jumps off the console back into the room rather unemotionally. Johson raises his hand as the victor.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner and King of the Deathmatch... SHADOW MAN!!!

Winner: Shadow Man

EMTs rush into the slaughter house to attend to Wadden (and to a lesser extent Shadow Man).

Joe Aiello: If anyone had doubted the tenacity and the fact Shadow Man is hardcore, well all they have to is ask Nick Wadden who may tell them when he is capable of discussion.

Jeremy Piven: We just witnessed a live murder on TV, Joe. Doesn’t that make you sick?

Joe Aiello: Wadden is alive…not sure what quality of life he is going to have after this match … but well, he’s alive.

The feed to the slaughterhouse ends on a shot of Shadow Man, undefeated King of the Deathmatch. Brawl cuts to an advert for EWC's King of the Cage tournament.

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It had been an amazing night thus far. Fans were enjoying the amount of action they were seeing and overall everything that had taken place on this Monday Night. What was about to happen next though wasn't something that any professional wrestling fan was prepared for in the least bit. Because all of the sudden the arena lights began to flash colors of white, black, and silver as the opening gutair rifs to "This Is My Life" by Downstait began to fill the arena's speakers. Instantly there was a reaction from the crowd that was well expected and that reaction just happened to be a rather negative one. The arena filled with boos right away.

Aiello: What?! It can't be!

Piven: Oh but it is. It is, finally... after all the teasing on twitter. Damien Kingston has finally come back!

Aiello: I could have swore I heard something about this guy being suspended a few weeks back!

A few seconds went by before DAMIEN KINGSTON came walking through the curtain and out onto the stage. Kingston stood right there in the middle of the stage and looked out at the fans that were booing him. That's when he dropped down to his knees and held his arms out to the side soaking in the boos and the pure hatred from the crowd while laughing about it. Clearly this didn't go over too well with the fans.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing to you at this time. From New York City, New York. He is the self-proclaimed Man of Liberty. Put your hands together for DAAAAAMIIIIIEEEN KIIIIIINGGGGSTOOOONNN!

By now Damien had pushed himself up to his feet and he started to make his way down the ramp. There were a few fans that were on each side of the ramp that were pro-Damien as they reached out attempting to touch him. All Damien did was pull away from them and mouth off a few words that couldn't be picked up by the audio. Of course that just got an even bigger negative reaction out of the crowd.

Piven: Jesus this guy is a natural. All he's done is walk out here and these fans hate him with passion.

Aiello: That's not exactly a good thing.

Piven: Maybe not to you, but Damien thrives off this kind of stuff. Do your research and you might know that.

At that moment Damien found himself walking up the steps that lead to the ring. He walked all the way across the apron heading to one of the turnbuckles. He climbed it from the outside as he planted one foot on top of the top turnbuckle and kept another foot on the second one. He threw his hood back to his jacket and threw his arms out to the side once again as he screamed out loud. That's when he leaped down and got into the ring only to walk to the other side of it calling for a microphone. This is when his music began to cut out as he was handed one. Damien made his way to the center of the ring and wasted no time in speaking out loud to all that was in attendance.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Surprised to see me?

He had this cheeky evil little grin plastered across his face as the crowd reacted the very way he wanted them too and that he expected. Booing heavily thinking that their opinions actually mattered when they didn't.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Of course you are. You ignorant bastards actually thought that the little suspension that I was given was going to keep me off TV for a while. Hell, you probably even thought it was going to be the thing that lead to me being released from the company. Of course that just proves how stupid you truly are.

Not a single fan was going to take kindly to being insulted. Their boos increased after he called them stupid, but Damien didn't care in the slightest bit. He paced around the ring a little bit listening to the crowd hate on him before finally looking back out at them and continuing to speak.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: You people don't exactly understand how much I mean to EWC. Now before you idiots go around claiming that I haven't done anything. Allow me to point out a couple things to you. Starting with the fact that I am officially one of the biggest names in the wrestling world. When it was announced I was a free agent. Every single company in the world wanted me. Sadly for the majority of them they couldn't afford me.

Damien shook his head from one side to the other. His statement had some truth. He was one of the biggest names around and yet most of the companies that wanted him couldn't come up with the cash to sign him. Clearly EWC had managed to do just that themselves.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: Wanted the best and they put out the money to get the best. I don't blame them one bit. Partially because I'm making more than anyone else on the roster and the other part because I would have done the same thing had I been in their shoes... but it doesn't end there either. In fact it gets a lot better. Because you see I actually bring a lot more than just a great wrestling style to this company. I bring a lot more than fat asses in those seats. I also bring money and a lot of exposure to this company.

There was a brief pause coming from him at that moment. It left the fans in attendance a little confused to what he meant. Being the egotistical and mouthy man that he was. He wasn't going to have any problem with letting them in on what he meant.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: You might have heard of a little film called the Silver Surfer Origins that came out in July. Yeah, I was the star of that movie, That one movie alone as brought me all kinds of money. All kinds of exposure. It has made me a global sensation. Just signing my name on the dotted line to a contract here in EWC has managed to get this company some benefits. So essentially what I'm saying is, this company can't afford to fire me and if they did. They'd be completely and utterly stupid for doing so.

He chuckled a little bit with the fans rejecting his comments. Damien wasn't clueless. He knew how hated he was and knew that most of these fans would have loved nothing more than to see him get fired. It just wasn't going to work out the way they wanted. It never did.
DAMIEN KINGSTON: With that being said though and the suspension in the book. I can put that behind me and focus on what I came to do in the first place. What I came to do is avenge the world of Professional Wrestling. I have come to restore honor, respect, and liberty back into this business. Because it's the assclowns in the back that have totally destroyed everything that this business was meant to stand for and not a single one of them care. They don't care about the disrespect they show. They don't care about how they've torn this business apart. They don't care about the legacy they are slowly but surely killing. All they care about is the pay checks they get and that's it!

Damien glared into the cameras as it was quite clear that he meant serious business. He didn't care for anyone in the back because of how he thought they were and the insane part about it was the fact that he didn't really even know anyone in the back at all. Not that it made a difference.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: It's how most of today's generation is, and I'm sick of it. So therefore I am going to do something about it and I have the best way in mind. All I have to do is take hostage of the EWC Championship. I win and take control of what most of these little bitches in that back want and all hell breaks loose. It turns their world upside down. It's going to make me a wanted man. Hell, me staking claim to the title is going to make me a wanted man but here's the difference between me and most of the people that want the title. I'm fine with being a wanted man because I know that I can take every motherfucker in this company. And I know that by taking the title, I am doing this company some justice but most of all I am doing the entire world of professional wrestling some justice!

Fans continued to boo him like their life depended on it. They hated his attitude and the way he was acting. The way he presented himself and the way he talked trash. But there was literally nothing they could do about it. With that being said Damien had a final message to deliver.

DAMIEN KINGSTON: So, here's my message to the entire EWC Locker Room. One by one, I am going to pick you off on the way to the top. After I get to the top. One by one, I am going to pick you off to stay at the top. One by one I am going to pick you off to restore honor and respect back into this business. One by one I am going to pick you off until I have avenged the world of professional wrestling.... For I am the Man of Liberty and I am going to bring you just that OR I will DIE trying!

On that note Damien flipped the microphone out of his hand as he allowed it to hit the mat with a loud thud. From there he made his way over to the turnbuckle and climbed it to the second rope. As expected he tossed his hands out at either side of him shouting at to the audience getting more heat from the fans.

Piven: God I love this guy so much.

Aiello: Don't you think you are fangirling just a little too hard right now?

Piven: Don't you think you need to shut the hell up before I backhand you? Show some respect.

Aiello: I'll show you respect when Damien actually does something around here, and that's likely never going to happen!

Damien hopped off the turnbuckle as he dropped down and rolled right on out of the ring. He grabbed the hood to his jacket and flipped it up over him before starting to head up the ramp with that same evil smirk featured. He made it to the top of the ramp and just stood there for a moment or two soaking in more hatred. That's when he walked forward heading into the back as the cameras cut for the final commercials of the night.

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

The fans seen are cheering as the lights slowly dim down. As the feed pans to the entrance, ”The Diary of Jane” by Breaking Benjamin begins to play loudly, causing the arena to become very vocal! Crimson red fireworks emit from each side of the entrance as two men step into view. With his hands held out, Terry Jones smiles. Dressed in a sharp suit, he spins and points behind him at his client, Jaden Hunter! The fans really get behind Hunter as he glances around him, making his way to the ring with his manager in tow!

Jessica Stroup: Please welcome… the newest member of the Brawl brand… JADEN HUNTER!!

Now at ringside, Terry Jones steps up the metal stairs and finds a seat on the middle rope, offering Hunter a clear path into the ring. Hunter enters and walks across the ring, his long, sparkling red robe shining under the arena lights! Jones follows closely behind him, snatching the microphone from out of the announcer’s hand with a smile. As the theme song reaches it’s conclusion, it fades out as Hunter stops in center ring, clothed only in dark blue jeans and black boots. He also is wearing a sleeveless hoodie that is pulled up over his head. Jones waits for the fans to calm down. He finally speaks..

Jones: It’s an honor to be apart of the EWC, and it is a pleasure to finally stand here before the fans.. At Brawl! Tonight, I have the pleasure of introducing the EWC Nation, to the future of this business! He is a second generation superstar, and one of the most talented young men that you will ever have the pleasure of witnessing. Sit back and behold, the impressive might and mind.. Of my client. JADEN HUNTER!!

The fans respond with cheers as the microphone is handed to Hunter. He says nothing for a time, choosing instead to soak up the responses from the fans. Finally, he speaks.

Hunter: You don’t know me.. But you will. For those that have never heard of me, let me introduce you to who the hell I am! I AM JADEN HUNTER.. I AM… XPLODE! Most importantly.. I AM THE NEXT EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION!

The fans applaud Hunter as he becomes silent for a time. He then paces the ring.

Hunter: I have waited my entire life to be in this very spot. I won’t fail now. The EWC is the home to some of the greatest names in wrestling history.. But before you applaud me again.. You might want to hear me out. You see, I am a student of history… a student of the game if you will. I respect those who have come before me and paved a way like they have, but I also realize that they are just a stepping stone in the scheme of things. I have watched countless tapes of the legends in the industry, trained with the absolute best with some of them in fact! Now, this is my time… my time to become a legend in this damned sport.

Hunter looks right into the video camera now as it zooms in on him.

Hunter: ….and I will.

Jaden paces the ring once more time as he removes his hoodie.

Hunter: I am putting the entire damn locker room on notice as of this minute. I have come to the EWC.. To Brawl… and I intend on dominating it like no man before me EVER has. Get used to my face.. Because you will be seeing quite a bit of it. Starting with the next Friday Night Rampage… as I become the next United States Champion. Bet on it…

The fans respond loudly as Hunter looks back at them. Terry Jones is shown smiling as he claps and points in Hunter’s direction. The camera then cuts to a video package previewing the main event for the EWC Hardcore Title.

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>>>Video Package Previewing the Main Event<<<

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TRIPLE THREAT CAGE OF TERROR
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

MATCH TAKES PLACE IN A 3 LEVEL CAGE
VARIOUS WEAPONS ARE PLACED IN EACH LEVEL
WINNER MUST ESCAPE THE CAGE BY GETTING THE KEYS FROM THE TOP LEVEL
UNLOCK THE DOOR AT THE MAIN LEVEL
AND BE THE FIRST TO TOUCH THE GROUND

Aiello: Well it's almost time for the big main event of the evening, but let's recap on what we've witnessed tonight. Mike defied all the odds and won the 6 man ladder match and became new EWC International Champion beating the best names in the company.

Piven: And don't forget Shadow Man remaining undefeated in the King of the Deathmatch.

Aiello: And now i can't believe we are just about to have this match, how much further can we go in regards to extreme.

Piven: I'm sure Deadeye, Orsome and Cannabis will show you how much further right now.

Aiello: Of course to win this match, you have to get to the third level of the cage to get the keys and then get back down to the floor to escape through the door and win the Hardcore Championship.

Piven: Don't forget the weapons Joe.

Aiello: That's right, on every level of the cage there are different weapons hung on the cage or on the floor of the level, this really is a sick match.

Piven: This is exactly why we fucking love the EWC!

The referee has hold of the brand new EWC Hardcore Title belt on the outside of the cage as Jessica Stroup gets ready for the introductions, while the Welsh fans are already on their deet excited for the history they are about to witness. The camera pans around the cage looking at the devil's structure and we get close ups of several of the weapons inside the cage. Steel chairs, baseball bats, tables, barbed wire 4x4's, Fire Extinguisher's, trash cans, barbed wire boards, bags of tacks and kendo sticks amongst other wierd and wonderful weapons.

Aiello: The cage in this match has the ring on the bottom floor with the cage surrounding it, it then has two floors above where you have to climb through the hatch to get to the next level. Each floor is a strong cage floor with the hatch in the centre, to get to each floor you need to climb a ladder and open the hatch and climb through, the keys are on the top floor hung from the ceiling of the cage. To win the match you need escape the cage using the keys to get the door open on the ground level.

Jessica Stroup: Up next is your main event of the evening and is a Triple Threat Cage of Terror Match and it is for the EWC Hardcore Championship. The only way to win the match is to grab the keys from the top level of the cage and escape through the locked door on the bottom floor.

"Wish" by Nine Inch Nails hits the PA. Paul "Deadeye" Proteus steps out with no further fanfare, checking the tape on his wrists and fingers and pounding his fist into his palm. He stands on the stage and lifts both arms up, before walking right down to the ring, he looks up in awe at the steel structure.

Jessica Stroup: First, making his way to the ring, from Dennisport, Massachusetts, weighing 250lbs, one half of The Cartel, DEADEYE PROTEUS!!!

He walks through the door of the cage and he shakes the cage walls testing out the structure before raising both his arms to the crowd.

Aiello: In all his years in wrestling has Deadeye ever been in a match like this before?

Piven: I doubt it, i doubt any of these have, none of these men will be the same after this i'm sure.

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. Weighing in at 240 pounds. JOEY ORSOME!!!

He doesn't acknowledge any fans as he reaches the cage, he looks through the cage at Deadeye before the referee lets Joey into the cage. Both men are transfixed are the cage, looking around at the scattered weapons.

Piven: Orsome doesn't look as comfortable in here as the veteran Deadeye, but we've seen in the past and last week that Joey Orsome can go extreme.

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 enterance 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.

P.A.: Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Real Wrestling fans and haters of that bullshit concept Sports Entertainment of all ages....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 CANNABIS!!!

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 to the cage, showing that he isn't worried one bit about it.

Aiello: Cannabis is trying to show no fear here during his entrance, but i don't care what anyone says, you don't come down to a match like this with no nerves whatsoever.

Piven: I'll agree on that, although this Kid Cannabis is one tough SOB.

He enters the ring and all three men square off, there are three referees on the outside of the cage with one at the door with none in the cage with the wrestlers. One of the referees on the outside holds up the Hardcore title once again as he calls for the bell.

Piven: HERE WE GO!!!

All three are wary at going for the first offence, Orsome hops out of the leaving Cannabis and Deadeye to go at it, they lock up for a few seconds before exchanging right hands as Orsome looks on from ringside, he grabs a chain from wrapped round the cage wire and slides into the ring with the chain wrapped round his right fist, both Deadeye and Cannabis can see him coming and together kick him in the midsection. They double whip him into the ropes and knock him down with simultaneous elbows.

Aiello: An unlikely alliance to begin with here and not the last i'm sure in triple threat rules.

Piven: Well you can't blame them with Joey looking to cheap shot them with a steel chain.

Kid Cannabis takes the chain from Joey's fist and Deadeye stomps him before Cannabis whips Orsome on the back with the chain. You can hear the scream from Orsome as Cannabis hits him with a second shot to the back. Cannabis then turns to Deadeye and attempts to whip him with it too, but Deadeye sees it coming and dodges it before clubbing Cannabis with a hard right hand. He kicks the chain from Cannabis' hand before whipping him into the turnbuckle and following it up with a clothesline in the corner.

Aiello: Well that alliance didn't last long until one turned on the other, oh well it's every man for himself, however i would have took that time to take Joey Orsome out of the match right from the bat.

Deadeye whips Cannabis into the other corner and delivers a back elbow, a groggy Cannabis stumbles away from the corner and Deadeye hits a scoop slam on Cannabis, Orsome gets up nursing his back which already has dark red marks on it and Deadeye kicks Orsome in the stomach before whipping him into the ropes and delivering a back body drop. He stomps on Joey before moving back to Cannabis and stomping him too. He picks up Cannabis and tosses him over the top rope to the floor with the momentum taking him straight into the cage wall. Deadeye follows him out and grabs him by the end and sends him head first into the steel of the cage.

Aiello: Deadeye's in full control of this right now.

Piven: It's like he's taken twenty years of himself ready for this match, what's that make him like eighty years old now?

Deadeye grabs a steel chair that's hanging from the cage wall and pulls it down, he awaits Cannabis to get to his feet and smashes the chair across his skull. Meanwhile Joey Orsome has climbed out of the ring on the otherside and has grabbed a ladder leaning against the cage and he slides it into the ring. Deadeye looks over at Joey and climbs the steel steps and enters the ring, he cuts Joey off as he slides into the ring and Deadeye drops an elbow on the back of his head. He lifts up one end of the ladder and slams it down onto the back of Joey's head to the thrill of the Welsh fans. Cannabis claws himself up using the cage and rolls into the ring, Deadeye catches him with a knee to the ribs before uppercutting him. Cannabis is rocked and Deadeye hits an inverted atomic drop and clotheslines him down. Deadeye sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring below the hatch to the second level of the cage. He begins to climb the ladder but Orsome is up and grabs a kendo stick from the floor and smacks Deadeye on the back hard knocking him off the ladder. Joey takes to Deadeye with the kendo stick, hitting him over and over again leaving red marks on his back. Orsome stomps Cannabis before whipping him into the ropes, but Cannabis comes off with a cross body. He gets up and hits Orsome with a snap suplex. He re-sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring and looks to climb it, he climbs to half way before Orsome is up and gets underneath Cannabis and powerbombs him to the mat. Deadeye gets up and shoulder charges Orsome, before hitting him with a single arm DDT. He climbs out of the ring and grabs a 'Stop' street sign and chucks it into the ring, he also pulls a table from under the ring and slides it in and climbs back into the ring.

Piven: There's anything and everything in that cage tonight.

Deadeye goes to hit Cannabis with the street sign, but he ducks and shoves the ladder into Deadeye. He picks the ladder up and charges Deadeye once he's up catching him with the top of the ladder into the chest. Orsome is up but Cannabis swings the ladder round catching Orsome on the side of the head. Cannabis sets the table up in the middle of the ring and then sets the ladder up once again next to the table. He climbs the ladder and reaches the hatch and pulls across one of the bolts.

Aiello: He's got there, moving up Jer.

Piven: Wait a minute.

Deadeye chucks the street sign at Cannabis' back halting him for a second, then Deadeye climbs up the other side of the ladder and punches Cannabis. They exchange shots while Orsome grabs the steel chain already in the ring, he wraps it around the legs of the ladder and pulls it over sending Deadeye onto the ropes and Cannabis over the top rope and out of the ring.

Aiello: Holy Shit! Deadeye landed terribly on the ropes, that looked painful.

Piven: He's no stranger to pain, these guys are taking a beating and we haven't even gotten to the second level yet.

Orsome puts the ladder back up and climbs it, unlocking the other bolt and dropping the middle of the cage ceiling down and with the hatch open Joey climbs up onto the second level. He looks out to the crowd and shakes the cage taunting the fans as boos ring out through the Motorpoint arena. Cannabis slides into the ring and begins to climb the ladder, but Joey spots him and reaches down to grab the hatch and pull it up, Cannabis grabs the hatch and pulls it in the opposite direction, trying desperately to join Orsome on level two. Joey lies on the floor of level two leaning over trying to kep Cannabis from climbing up, but Deadeye climbs the other side of the laddr with a fire extinguiser in hand and sprays Joey with it sending Joey back covering his face, trying to clear his sight as Cannabis and Deadeye quickly climb onto the second level as well.

Aiello: We're at a level playing field, all three of these men wants those keys... the keys to success if you like.

Piven: Don't forget though, it doesn't matter who gets the keys, it matters who gets out of the cage first, doesn't matter who brings the keys down with them.

Aiello: That's true, but obviously it's a huge advantage to have the keys in your grasp.

Cannabis and Deadeye double team Orsome and with a double suplex before turning on one another and exchanging shots, before Cannabis drops down and low blows Deadeye. He grabs a vase from the corner of the level two floor and smashes it over Deadeyes head, busting him open on his forehead.

Aiello: Was that seriously a vase for flowers, in a cage match?

Piven: I think it was Joe, don't you just love Hardcore wrestling?

Cannabis looks around and picks up a trash can and stalks Joey, as Joey turns he goes to hit him over the head with it, but Joey drop toe holds Cannabis, sending him face first into the trash can and onto the floor.

Aiello: What a counter!

Joey starts to climb the inside of the cage underneath the hatch for level three which is at the side of the cage instead of the middle. He wearily gets to the hatch, but Cannabis grabs a barbed wire 4x4 and clubs Joey on the back with it, cutting his back in the process as Joey falls to the floor. Cannabis grabs Joey's head and rakes the barbed wire end of the 4x4 against Joey's skull as he screams in pain with blood now streaming down Joey's face. Deadeye comes from behind Cannabis and locks in a rear naked choke. Cannabis struggles for air as Deadeye tightens and keeps the pressure on him. Cannabis starts to fade out, but finds enough energy to elbow Deadeye in the face a couple times, breaking the hold. Deadeye stomps Cannabis before tossing him face first into the cage now busting Cannabis open.

Piven: YES!!! That's all three of them busted open now, that's what i like to see.

Aiello: Man... you are sick in the head.

Piven: Yep, i think i am too.

Deadeye grabs Cannabis by the head again and tosses him head first into the steel again and then starts to climb the cage. Deadeye reaches the hatch and manages to unlock the bolts before lowering the hatch, he goes to climb up, but Joey climbs up the cage behind him and grabs his ankle stopping Deadeye from getting up there. He gets below Deadeye and back suplex's him off the cage to the floor of the level.

Aiello: Fuck, they need to be careful they don't through the floors of these levels.

Joey gets up and grabs a staple gun and shows it off to the crowd and they go nuts with some not being able to watch as Joey fire's off a couple staples into the back of Deadeye who rolls away in agony. Joey kicks him hard in the side of the head before firing a couple staples into his head.

Aiello: SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!! This is criminal!!!

Piven: Shut up Joe, if you don't like it, walk out! This is the Cage of Terror, not Princess Peach's castle!!!

Cannabis out of nowhere comes up behind Joey and locks in SOUR DIESEL, a horrific MMA submission move. He locks it in tight and after a few seconds Joey begins tapping out, bt there's no referee's the pull Cannabis off who keeps on the hold and Joey eventually stops tapping out, seemingly passing out.

Aiello: OH FUCK, someone needs to check to see if Joey is alright, this shit is crazy! Is that move even legal.

Piven: Anything's legal, and Joey's a big boy, if he has any sense he'll stay down.

Deadeye uses the cage to get up as holding his head where Joey shot the staples and turns to Cannabis who goes for a brainbuster, but Deadeye blocks it and headbutts Cannabis before hitting THE ERASER II. He begins to climb the cage while pulling out staples from his body and gets up onto the third level. Orsome has come too and looks unaware of his whereabouts.

Aiello: He doesn't even know where he is.

Piven: Ha the guys in cookoo land.

Chants of 'DEADEYE' ring through the arena as he closes in on the keys, but this seems to attract Joey's attention and bring him back, he looks up above him to the third level and spots Deadeye looking for the key, he climbs the cage as quick as he can and gets up onto level three and spears Deadeye as he turns around. Both men are down and Cannabis begins to stir still on the second level. Deadeye and Orsome get to their feet with Deadeye using the cage to get to his feet and Orsome sticks a thumb in the eye of Deadeye before whipping him into the cage wall. Orsome grabs a barbed wire board leant up against the cage and lies it on the floor before eyeing up Deadeye. He stalks him and goes to scoop slam Deadeye onto the barbed wire board, but Deadeye counters and slips down from Joey's grasp and hits a German suplex onto the steel of the cage floor. Cannabis is up back on level two and looks up at Orsome and Deadeye before grabbing the barbed wire 4x4 and begins to climb the cage. Deadeye grabs Joey's hair and tosses him head first into the cage and as Orsome bounces off Deadeye hits a piledriver on Joey right onto the barbed wire board.

Aiello: JESUS CHRIST!!! Orsome's head first into the barbed wire board.

Piven: Ok now somebody needs to check on him, the guy is bleeding profusely.

The crowd begin a 'HOLY SHIT' chant as Cannabis catches Deadeye from behind and hits him with the barbed wire 4x4 to the back of the head. Cannabis looks around with time now on his side with both his competitors down. He searches the floor and walls of the ring, before looking above at the ceiling of the cage and sets his eyes on the key for the cage door. His eyes light up as he begins to climb the cage. He gets to the top of the cage and starts to scale the ceiling before getting his hand on the key and ripping it down.

Aiello: He's got them, Cannabis has the key and Deadeye and Orsome are still down.

Piven: Looking worse for ware too, Joey is still in a heap in the barbed wire and Deadeye is just stiring now but took a big shot to the back of the head with that barbed wire 4x4.

Cannabis climbs down the cage and quickly tries to get back down to level two, but Deadeye grabs his arms. Cannabis starts dangling from level three kicking his legs trying to break free from Deadeye, but he pulls Cannabis back up. He kicks Cannabis in the head and pulls him to his feet and DDT's Cannabis. Orsome pulls himself out of the barbed wire with his hair pulling away from his head, leaving clumps of hair left in the barbed wire. Deadeye looks over and can't believe Orsome is moving and goes over to him, he grabs his hair and sets him for another piledriver into the barbed wire. Orsome blocks it and back body drops Deadeye onto the cage floor, he looks around the cage and grabs a steel chair, he goes to hit Deadeye over the skull with it but Deadeye dodges it, but Joey stabs the chair into the midsection of Deadeye and then smacks him over the back with it. He looks around the cage and pulls down a bottle of lighter fluid from the cage and Orsome shows it off to the fans and excited screams from the crowd can be heard. He goes over and grabs the barbed wire 4x4 and lights it on fire and the fans are on their feet in anticpication and shock. Cannabis is up on the other side of the ring and Joey walks towards Cannabis who backs off until he backs himself against the cage. Joey swings the flame around towards Cannabis who rolls under the swinging fire. Deadeye is too his feet as well and Joey starts swinging it towards both of them who get closer to the edge of the open hatch. Cannabis and Deadeye look at one another and split up as Joey goes after Cannabis who still has the key in hand. Cannabis picks up a kendo stick from the floor and quite literally sword fights with Joey, but Joey knocks the kendo stick out of his hand, but Deadeye hits Joey across the back with the steel chair dropping the on fire babred wire 4x4 on the floor. Cannabis and Deadeye begin fighting over Joey with both men trying to get the flaming 4x4 and Cannabis drops the key through the cage floors all the way to the ring on the floor level. They look down at the key and then at one another and they both quit fighting and head towards the hatch.

Aiello: And the race is on!!!

They start wrestling for position beside the hatch trying not to fall, they exchange shots with one another before Cannabis kicks Deadeye in the knee in turn gaining the upper hand. He then grabs Deadeye by the hair and shoves his face into the steel of the cage wall and hits a russian leg sweep. With all this going on Orsome makes his way back into the game as Cannabis quickly climbs down to the middle level of the cage and Orsome quickly follows while favouring the back of his head. He climbs off but meets Cannabis' foot to the head. Orsome gets back up and Cannabis goes for a suplex, but Orsome blocks it and reverses with a swinging neckbreaker. Deadeye begins to climb down the cage with blood now covering the whole of his face and he jumps on Joey from halfway down the cage with a cross body.

Piven: HA! Have we ever seen Deadeye do anything like that before, what a cross body.

Aiello: Big matches mean for big moves and that could be a game changer for Deadeye, but he's struggling to capatalize.

All three men are now down and the key is in the middle of the ring, the ladder is still set up which was used to get up to level two. Orsome is the first man up, followed quickly by the other two and it's now a three way fight to the end. Deadeye clotheslines Joey out of nowhere but is then hit with an inverted DDT by Cannabis. He looks around the level before looking up and seeing the flaming 4x4 burn out and a gutted expression comes on his face. He looks around again and grabs a trash can and lies it on the floor beside Deadeye, he lifts Deadeye up and hits him with a Fisherman's Brainbuster onto the trash can squashing the steel bin. Orsome low blows Cannabis from behind and goes for VISION OF DEATH, he lifts Cannabis and drops him back first THROUGH THE HATCH OF THE CAGE FLOOR STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE IN THE RING BELOW!!!

Aiello: HOLY FUCK, IS CANNABIS STILL ALIVE!!!

Piven: Orsome's done it! He's got a clean run now!

The Motorpoint arena erupts as a "HOLY FUCK... HOLY FUCK... HOLY FUCK!!!" chant rings around the arena as officials look desperately into the cage not being able to attend Kid Cannabis.

Aiello: All Joey Orsome has to do now is climb down the ladder, grab the keys and exit through the cage door and he's the new EWC Hardcore Champion!

Orsome wearily begins to climb down the ladder with blood dripping from his hair, as he gets to the bottom he stumbles towards Cannabis and looks down at him in a heap in the broken table. He then looks up at Deadeye who's still down on the second level. A smirk appears on his face and a chrous of boos begin ringing throughout the arena and plastic bottles and cups begin getting thrown at the cage in disappointment and anger at Joey about to be winning the Hardcore title. He grabs the key from the mat and walks to the cage door.

Piven: This is it! This is the end! Orsome's going to be the first Hardcore Champion since EWC's grand return!

The lights cut out and the fans go rabid. Camera flashes flood the arena as The Second Coming's Jude giggles through the arena.

Aiello: Not so fast Jeremy! This brutality may just be the beginning.

The lights come back on and Jude is on the stage holding the hand of a woman that looks exactly the way Orsome's fiance did when The Second Coming came back. Orsome stops dead in his tracks, trying to understand what he's seeing.

Piven: I'm not exactly sure what's going on here. The Second Coming definitely gave Orsome's woman back.

Aiello: Jer, with the way The Second Coming's mind works, I'm done trying to figure things out. I recommend you just shut up and watch!

Orsome timidly makes his way to the door. The crowd is a mixed bag of awestruck and starting to go back to booing Orsome approaching the door to the structure.

Piven: No, this is it! Orsome's doing it! He's got the key in the lock! This match is over!

Aiello: I don't believe this for one second!

Orsome turns the key and kicks the door open, watching the stage area the entire time. Trash begins pelting the doorway from the crowd, and in their entirety, they have all returned to booing, when Orsome starts sliding through the ropes.

And then Jude's giggle cuts through the noise and Orsome looks out of the doorway just in time for another woman to slide out from under the ring, and she pulls hard on the door, slamming the door in Orsome's face. The crowd goes insane as Orsome staggers and stumbles back into the ring. The woman stands and we see that, she too looks like Orsome's fiance when The Second Coming gave her back. And then another appears from under the ring, and another, and another.

Piven: What the hell is going on here?!

Meanwhile Deadeye is climbing down the cage and attacks Orsome from behind. He grabs Orsome's hair and tosses him into the cage face first. Orsome is up contantly distracted and Deadeye kicks him in the stomach before going for a piledriver... Orsome blocks the attempt and flips him over with a back body drop. Orsome and Deadeye begin exchanging shots with each other and with each moment Kid Cannabis is unbelievably beginning to stir.

Aiello: I can't believe Cannabis is even breathing and Orsome is totally distracted after getting so close, Deadeye has this match in his grasps if you ask me.

Deadeye knees Joey and whips him into the ropes before hooking on a sleeper hold. Joey struggles to escape to begin with before finally backing him into the turnbuckle forcing Deadeye to release the hold. Orsome turns round and chops Deadeye several times before hitting a scoop slam. Cannabis is beginning the use the ropes but is stumbling still not really knowing where he's at. Orsome grabs Deadeye and looks to hit VIEW TO A KILL but Deadeye blocks it and goes for a belly to belly suplex but again Orsome blocks it and drops to his knees and low blows Deadeye. He then hits a VIEW TO A KILL on Deadeye. Orsome looks pissed off with what's going on outside the cage now and heads for the door and takes a step out of the cage onto the steel steps, but out of nowhere Cannabis comes from behind and grabs him by the hair and pulls him back in the ring, and Cannabis goes for a ONE HITTER QUITTER, but Orsome ducks and goes for A VIEW TO A KILL.

Aiello: Back and forth stuff here.

Orsome lifts a weakened Cannabis up for a view to a kill but Cannabis counters and slides down the back of Orsome and as Orsome turns he turns right into a ONE HITTER QUITTER by Cannabis who drops to the floor as well. He claws towards the door and falls out of the cage door and wins the match.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner and new EWC Hardcore Champion... KID CANNNNAAABIIISSSS!!!!

Winner: Kid Cannabis

Piven: He did it! I can't believe he did it after looking down and out after Orsome had put him through the table from the second tier of the cage... what guts and will power from the man.

Aiello: Incredible Jer and an incredible night, what a way to end it... but Joey Orsome was robbed by this Second coming lark.

Cannabis' music hits and a couple referees help him to his feet but he doesn't know where he's at as one of the refs hands him the new EWC Hardcore title belt.

Piven: What is this? WHAT IS THIS?!

Two hands cut through the mat of the ring and pulls it apart. The rafters shake at their foundation as the hands become arms, become a head, and then a torso. Another Orsome pulls his way up through the ring and the crowd loses their mind.

Aiello: It's him! The Second Coming! You thought this show was over?! You're dead goddamned wrong!

Orsome turns and sees his reflection looking back at him from across the ring.

Piven: This is it! This is the fight we've been waiting for! Orsome and The Second Coming are going to throw down!

Aiello: And Orsome's already been through hell and back!

The two men run at each other attempting to spear the other, and the just collide and roll away from each other. The crowd somehow finds a way to get louder as the two men get to their feet and try again, failing again in exactly the same fashion.

Piven: Do you suppose, some how, some way, they actually ARE the same person?!

Aiello: Have you taken your medication?!

The woman at the ring post behind Orsome dives off the top turnbuckle, wrapping her arms around Orsome's head. She manages to get her legs around his waist and Orsome flails. 

Piven: She's got a sleeper hold on him and Orsome's too wiped out from the match to fight her off of him!

Aiello: And her comes the calvary...

Two of the other women lunge at Orsome as he slowly sinks to his knees, fading. The fourth woman behind The Second Coming fetches The Second Coming a chair from under the ring, and he sits with a microphone. 

The Second Coming: Joseph, none of these ladies are your beloved. Don't worry your pretty little head, I've learned my lesson. If you want perfection, you don't try and harvest it from a garbage heap. 

A fire flares in Orsome's eyes and The Second Coming chuckles.

The Second Coming: These ladies are my family now. They've committed their lives to the cause, the destruction of Joseph Orsome. I don't care what happened tonight during this little exhibition of yours, and I don't care how it ended. You, my good old friend, are witnessing your own demise. This torture, these distractions, these "mind games" as you like to call them, they will not stop. Ever. Not until you quit. So, here's how this is going to go...

The Second Coming stands up and folds the chair he was sitting in. The crowd cheers as The Second Coming slowly walks across the ring, dragging the chair behind him, almost haphazardly. He then drops to his knees in front of Orsome, and he hits Orsome in the face with the microphone, busting Orsome's face wide open.

The Second Coming: Joseph, I wan - HOLD HIM UP! Hold him up...

Orsome had began to sink to the ring, but The Second Coming's women hoist him back up to his knees. The Second Coming wipes the bit of the blood from Orsome's face with his thumb, and sucks on it, giggling.

The Second Coming: I want to hear you say it! SAY IT! "I...Joseph Orsome...hereby QUIT...E...W...C..."

Orsome grits his teeth as The Second Coming presses the microphone to Orsome's face. We can hear The Second Coming screaming bloody murder, telling him to say the words. Orsome just shakes his head. The Second Coming pulls the microphone back and Orsome struggles. The women tighten their grip and just before Orsome gets hit again, The Second Coming's face softens and he let's his arm drop. He stands and turns away from Orsome.

The Second Coming: Okay Joseph, I get it. You want to quit with some dignity. You need to be taken to your final breath. You're dedicated to your job. I mean, of course. It makes sense. You are NOTHING without this job, so if you're going to quit, I need to take you out. Let him up, let him up...

The women look at The Second Coming with concern before hoisting Orsome to his feet. The Second Coming gets to the opposite corner and drops the microphone by the doorway.

The Second Coming: I --

He lifts the chair he's been holding high above his head and runs full steam at Joey Orsome. The women let go and dive out of the way as The Second Coming screams at the top of his lungs. A switch appears to be flipped in Orsome and he spears The Second Coming halfway across the ring. A flurry of fists and arms fly as the two men roll around inside the ring. The crowd doesn't know how to react, as they aren't exactly sure who it is that's on top. Finally, the two roll away from each other and one of them staggers out of the doorway and retreats up the aisle. The one in the ring crawls over to the microphone in the ring and laughs.

The Second Coming: Okay Joseph...oka -- 

The crowd falls silent and a look of confusion fades onto Orsome's face as he stops and turns, halfway up the aisle. The Second Coming, still in the ring looks down at himself and growls.

The Second Coming: Aww shit...

Piven: Oh...oh no...

Aiello: Wait a minute, I know that voice.

The Second Coming digs his fingernails into the skin of throat and tears away fake skin. He throws a hunk of latex to the mat and we see a small electronic device attached to the back. Orsome watches, his eyes slowly widening as he walks back up the aisle.

The Second Coming: I guess there's no point in hiding it anymore...

He pulls himself up, leaning hard against the middle rope and starts tearing away hunks of make-up and latex. You can hear The Second Coming cackle as the crowd falls silent.

Piven: It can't be...

Aiello: It is!

He pulls the long blonde hair away and throws it against the cage. He gets up and walks around the ring for the world to see. Orsome shakes his head as he reaches the stage area, and now the crowd is booing The Second Coming. He holds his hands outstretched, mocking the crowd as the cage slowly retreats into the ceiling of the arena. He circles back and picks up the microphone, leaning against the ropes and smiling.

The Second Coming: That's right, Joseph...I'm back...It's me...

Piven: One of the toughest, insane men in EWC History is back!

Aiello: The face of EWC's grand return has changed! He designed one of the most outlandish matches in this company's history!

Piven: It was so dangerous that it's never happened since!

Aiello: He was a dominant force in this company!

Piven: And he's back!

Aiello: He's been here all along!

The Second Coming: Joseph...say hello to your old pal...


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Sean "The Man" Ferguson...

Ferguson drops the microphone and staggers back on his feet, falling down, laughing, as we fade on Orsome's shocked face and Monday Night Brawls version of title week is over.

© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2013

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Shadow Man beat Nick Wadden in Slaughter House King of the Death Match
Kid Cannabis beat Joey Orsome and Deadeye Proteus in a Cage of Terror Match to become the Hardcore Champion