MNB #407 - BELFAST

[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 407



^{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 Odyssey Arena in Belfast, Northern Ireland

EWC BRAWL

August 26th 2013

Live From Odyssey Arena, Belfast, NI

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 Odyssey Arena is electrifying. Spotlights circle around the arena as the 18,000 fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans.

A chant begins of

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

Joey Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, the EWC European tour keeps rolling on, and tonight we come to you live from Belfast, Ireland!

Jeremy Piven: That's right my furry little anal bead, and I just want to add that while Ireland is a stunning country, what the hell is up with the insane prices for things? I had to re mortgage my house just to get a buzz from the Guinness shit they serve here!

Joey Aiello: Don't start your nonsense now Jeremy! Anyway, we've got a hell of a show here for you tonight, and kicking things off, we have Viper vs Michelle!

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Jeremy Piven: This should be a good match. Both of these are newcomers to the EWC, so . . .

Joey Aiello: Wait a moment Jeremy, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I've just been informed that there's been a horrific accident backstage!

Jeremy Piven: What? Who?

The X-Tron flares up, and it shows Xander Kage's dressing room. There are numerous roster members there, and the horrific screams coming from the Welshman are disturbing. Bel Biggz and Jay Cee are both trying to hold Xander down, while chief EWC physician Hiro Lee, and MNB and FNR doctors Jack Biggins and Harmony Chase rush into the room.

Jay Cee: For god's sake, hurry up!

Bel Biggz: He's going to bleed out at this rate, please do something!

Hiro Lee is screaming for the ambulance to be ready, while he rips off his belt, and ties it around Xander's leg. The camera zooms onto the apparent injury, and it is extremely disturbing.

Joey Aiello: OH MY GOD!!!!

Jeremy Piven: Holy shit, is that an axe on the floor next to him?

Joey Aiello: I think . . . dear god . . . I think Xander Kage has been attacked by an axe wielding maniac!

Jay Cee: GET THAT BLOODY CAMERA OUT OF HERE!!!!

President Mac bursts into the changing room, along with EMT's pushing a trolley.

President Mac: WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED HERE, SOMEONE TALK TO ME NOW!!!

Hiro Lee: Mac, listen, Xander has been attacked, and his leg injury is substantial. Someone hacked his leg with this axe, but what's important now is that we get him to the hospital before he bleeds out and dies, now please, get out of my way, and let me and the medical staff here do our jobs!

The medical staff try lifting Xander up, but he is far too heavy for them. Xander screams in pain, and then suddenly goes quiet.

Jay Cee; What the hell just happened?

Hiro Lee: He passed out from the pain, now stop talking, and grab hold of him, you to Mr Biggz!

Biggz and Jay Cee help the medical staff to put Xander on the trolley, and then run alongside it as they wheel him to the ambulance. Hiro Lee climbs into the back with Xander, slams the door shut, and the ambulance's sirens start screaming as it rushes off to the nearest hospital.

Jay Cee: I don't believe it, there was just so much blood . . .

Biggz punches the wall.

Bel Biggz: He's just a kid damnit!

Jay looks down at his hands, which are covered with Xander's blood. He turns away, and vomits. Bel sits down, and just shakes his head, obviously in shock.

President Mac: Come on guys, come with me. I want the doctors to look you over to make sure you're ok.

Bel and Jay get up slowly, and follow the MNB and FNR doctors to the medical room. Ashton Daniels has just come on the scene.

Ashton Daniels: What the hell just happened?

President Mac: Young Xander Kage just got attacked in his changing room.

Ashton Daniels: That's it? All this fuss just cause the kid got a beating?

President Mac: Ash, that's enough! I know you don't like him, but this is serious! Whoever attacked him decided to slice his leg open with an axe - the kid could lose his leg!

Ashton Daniels: Well, I'm sorry and all, but I've got a show to run. Kid's got a big mouth on him anyway, it was going to happen sooner or later to the punk, so . . .

President Mac: I'd think VERY carefully before you finish that sentence. Now get out of my sight!

Ashton smirks, shrugs, and walks off.

President Mac: I can't believe what's just happened! Hey, you, yes you. I need you to get all available security ASAP, and I need them to start patrolling the area. I'm going to my office to contact the police. Damn . . . I'd better phone BDC as well . . .

Joe Aiello: I don't believe what I've just witnessed! Someone just tried to kill Xander Kage!

Jeremy Piven: Shocking, absolutely shocking. I don't like the kid, but who the hell has it in them to take an axe to someone?

Joe Aiello: I don't know, I really don't, but I know one thing, all hell is going to break loose when BDC gets word of this!

Jeremy Piven: Well, one problem at a time Joey, one problem at a time.

Joe Aiello: I guess so. I've just received word that the match between Viper and Michelle has been postponed until a later date while EWC security make their investigations.

Jeremy Piven: That's a damn shame! I could have done with that to take my mind of this atrocity.

Joe Aiello: Folks, we can only apologise for the change in schedule, and also apologise for the graphic nature of what has just transpired. We will be back, right after these commercials.

[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!

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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.*

MATCH TWO

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen! The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Woodstock, New Brunswick, Canada, standing six feet nine inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds, “The Canadian Bad Ass” CHRISTIAN ROBBINS!

”World Painted Blood” by Slayer hits the PA System, smoke rises from the floor, and the music keeps slowly playing for a little while, and once you hear the crash symbol from the song a large bang from the stage is shot out, and then you hear the lyrics, and Christian Robbins emerges from the curtain, taunts the up roaring fans, and they go completely crazy for him. He just runs to the ring but as he runs single line fireworks start popping out of the walkway, and he finally slides into the ring, and goes on the second turnbuckle, and raises a fist to the crowd, and they scream like crazy.

The camera pans to both Joey Aiello and Jeremy Piven, and Piven is waiting for his cue from his colleague, but Aiello is staring out into space.

Jeremy Piven: Earth to Joe, come on man, wake up!

Joe Aiello: I'm, I'm so sorry ladies and gentlemen, I'm just still in shock over what happened earlier on.

Jeremy Piven: I know buddy, I know, but you've got to focus now, ok?

Joe Aiello: Yes, of course . . . So ladies and gentlemen, great ovation for “The Canadian Bad Ass” Christian Robbins. The Irishmen and women here are going crazy for him.

Piven pauses a few moments, gently slaps Aiello on the arm, and carries on with his commentary.

Jeremy Piven: There may be some relation between Canadians and either the Irish or English, I don’t know. I kind of skipped out on History Class in school. But these people are crazy for this Bad Ass.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, from Madison, Wisconsin, standing six feet three inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, he is ANDREW CAMPBELL!

The opening guitar chords of “Hero” by Skillet begin to play and the crowd rises to their feet and begin to cheer. The camera zooms towards the entrance and as the song kicks into gear Andrew Campbell runs out onto the stage sporting his EWC t-shirt. Campbell stands at the top of the ramp for a moment soaking in the moment with a smile on his face before he points out towards the crowd in a show of respect before sprinting down to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope.

Campbell climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms high into the air which gets the crowd even more fired up. Campbell then takes off his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd before dropping down and preparing for his match.

Jeremy Piven: Now that’s a guy I cannot like. These eager young stars that are hungry, humble and moral just piss me off.

Joe Aiello: I have to disagree with you there. This man is rubbing everyone the wrong way.

As the bell rings, Robbins and Cambell lock up in the middle of the ring. Campbell kicks Robbins in the stomach to break the hold and tugs on Robbins's legs to drop him to the mat. The Rookie immediately tries for a Boston Cab, but Robbins kicks him right off. Christian quickly gets up and attempts tackling down Andrew, but sidesteps him, pushes him into the ropes and bounces back. They take each other out with a Clothesline.

Christian Robbins quickly rolls to his feet and sees Andrew Campbell stumble up and charge him, but before he can knock down Robbins, Christian dodges and he knocks Andrew to the ground with a clothesline. The Canadian Bad Ass stands over his opponent and tries to pull him up, but The Rookie trips his opponent and goes for an Inside Package!

Jeremy Piven: Can he do it?!

Joe Aiello: Maybe can, getting a huge win will put this young man on the road to success.

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2...

Robbins gets his shoulder up. Andrew Campbell grabs onto Robbins's arm and tugs him to his feet and throws a few fists into Robbins's face. Christian blocks one with his arm and knees his opponent’s stomach, causing AC to double over. Throwing his opponent’s head to his side, Robbins grabs Campbell’s torso and drops him down with a Gutwrench DDT.

Christian Robbins gets up and runs to the ropes, bounces back and hits a powerful Running Splash; however AC gets his legs up in time. Robbins mounts his opponent and drives several elbows into his face. Andrew gets to his feet and kicks Robbins in the face, knocking the winded Robbins to the mat. Seizing the opportunity, AC goes to the second rope and nails a Guillotine Leg Drop. Lean leans over and hooks the leg.

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Robbins kicks out. Angrily, AC picks Robbins up once more and whips him into the ropes, but as he runs towards him for a Shoulder Tackle, Christian kicks him away with a boot but falls back in the corner. Once more Cross runs at Robbins, but he is able to slide under AC’s legs and grab his tights, rolling him up for the pin!

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2...

Joe Aiello: So close! These men aren’t giving up here tonight.

Jeremy Piven: Why would they? These men want to make a mark on EWC and to do that, they have to score a huge victory to start on the right foot.

JT kicks out! Christian Robbins grabs Andrew Campbell up to his feet and goes for a Vertical Suplex, but AC slips out behind CR and hooks his arms into a Full Nelson. Kicking out his opponent’s legs, Andrew forces his opponent to kneel down. The referee checks on him but is able to get up but Campbell counters and hits a vicious Full Nelson Slam. He then goes for another Running Leg Drop and goes for the pin!

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2...

Another kickout by CR. Campbell grabs Robbins off the floor and throws a few punches to his face, then whips him into the ropes. However his opponent counters but he too is countered, Andrew runs at him with a clothesline.


Robbins falls back, almost getting knocked out of his socks with a vicious Clothesline. Andy drives several low kicks into his opponent’s body. He lifts up Christian back to his feet, gives him a quick Eye Rake, blinding his opponent. Suddenly, Andrew kicks out his opponent’s gut and hits the CAMPBELL DROP!! Quickly, Jon gets on top of his opponent and hooks a leg!

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3!

The referee calls for the bell, the bell rings as the crowd boos and as Andrew Campbell raises his arm up victoriously as Christian Robbins rolls out of the ring and heads back.

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

Joe Aiello: Andrew Campbell picks up a huge win tonight! His opponent has to be feeling that!

Jeremy Piven: Preaching to the choir. Even my overzealous fans didn’t get beat like that during my days of Entourage.

Joe Aiello: There's no need to be so disrespectful Jeremy. Both guys did spectacularly here tonight, especially after what transpired backstage at the beginning of the show, it must have affected them!

Jeremy Piven: They did their job Joe, simple as that.

Joe Aiello: Well, we have to agree to disagree, because I personally think they are both a credit to the EWC, and we're lucky to have two professional and extremely talented athletes on our roster!

Jeremy Piven: Look, it's simple, someone has to win, and someone has to lose. Both these guys gave it their all, and ok, I was a dick with my comments about Robbins taking a beating, but hey, I'm shook up as well here, so give me a break, ok!

Joey Aiello: I'm . . . I'm sorry Jeremy. Like we said folks, two major talents here in the EWC, and I'm sure they both have an extremely promising future here, and I can't wait to see what they bring to the table next time!

[President Mac]

---BE.GIN-TRA/NSMISSION

"Man must give up all humanity to defeat the monsters of the world." 

The familiar, off-putting hum that accompanies his presence fills your ears and your screen goes dark and you feel slightly .. uncomfortable because nobody speaks.

A camera moves around, but in the darkness only outlines of figures and shapes are seen, but soon a voice cuts through the darkness.

This place is a family?

Families were made to be broken, EWC.


Perhaps nobody else wants to admit that? 

No more families and happiness anymore, EWC.


Only the end.


Finally he turns the camera on himself, and you can see now what you knew all along. 



"I am not the only one."



JORDAN SHARPE
soon






LOO.KTOTH--EEA/ST

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MATCH THREE

David Kigston Vs Vance Wight

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tamp, Florida, standing six feet, two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, VANCE "THE ANVIL" WIGHT!

"Slip To The Void" by Alter Bridge blasts from the pa system, and Vance Wight comes out, all fired up. He slaps the fans hands as he makes his way to the ring.

Jeremy Piven: Er, who the fuck is this guy again?

Joe Aiello: Well Jeremy, the management are trying more and more guys from our development roster, and Vance Wight has been lucky enough to get a shot here tonight!

Jeremy Piven: What the actual fuck?

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

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, also from New York City, New York. Weighing in at 238 pounds and is known as the self-proclaimed Man of Liberty, DAAAMMMIIIIENNN KIIIIINGGGSTON!"

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

Joe Aiello: Not a lot of love for this man tonight. This match should be real interesting.

Jeremy Piven: Meh, what do they know, they're Irish!

The referee checks both me but neither man shake hands. The bell rings as Damien jumps on top of his opponent, punching him until he’s on a knee and clubs him over the back. Kingston backs up and hits a swift Yakuza Kick in his opponent’s chest. Wight falls over and starts Curb Stomping his opponent. Using the ropes, Wight gets up and the referee has to separate both men, Damien moves the referee out the way, and hits a Roaring Elbow on Wight’s head and follows up with the Three Amigos. Kingston stays down and covers his opponent…

1!

Shoulder up by Wight! The Man of Liberty drives a knee in his opponent’s skull, gets up quickly, bounces off the ropes and hits a Guillotine Leg Drop, rolls under the ropes and jumps on them hitting a Springboard Guillotine Leg Drop! The crowd pops for this, but The Man of Liberty motions for them to shut up, gaining their anger. He goes to lock in an Arm-Trap Crossface but Wight trips his opponent into the ropes, gets up and jumps on New York Loudmouth’s back, choking him with the ropes.

Joe Aiello: There we go! Doesn’t look like the rookie will go down without a fight.

Jeremy Piven: Why doesn't he just fuck and die already!

Wight starts building some steam by strangling his opponent, he backs away holding his head and neck. When Damien stands up, he receives a Shin Kick to his face knocking him back down. Wight gets up on the ropes and jumps backwards with his elbow landing on his opponent’s chest. Straddling his opponent’s chest, Wight punches his opponent several times before turning him over and locking in a floored Double Unhook Chicken Wing. The Man of Liberty screams loudly in pain as his opponent tries to take out most of his offense. The referee checks on him as the crowd gets excited.

However the ref forces a break as Damien Kingston puts a foot on the ropes. The crowd boos seeing that man saved himself, the referee starts counting to five as Wight locks in submission. He breaks it just before getting disqualified. Wight stomps on his opponent hard as he gets up, taking his time Vance backed up as Damien stood. Wight runs full speed at his opponent and tries to take him over the top but Damien ducks under and tries to send out Vance. His opponent grabs the top rope and lands on his feet, Damien stumbles out and hearing the crowd cheer, he turns around to see Wight jump on the ropes and attempts a Springboard Lariat. However Damien Kingston is prepared and hits a One Legged Drop Kick, flooring both men.

Joe Aiello: Oh my God, he could have just killed his opponent with that last move!

Jeremy Piven: That’s why they call it “High Risk” you Nancy Boy. Vance Wight tried to play in the sky and instead his ass was grounded like the Coyote.

The two men take time to start stirring, so the referee starts to count.

1!...








2!...

The crowd stars getting louder and louder, causing both men to stir.

3!...





4!...

Ben men get up, and start trading blows. Damien and Wight punch each other, every other hit stunning their opponent. However Damien gets the upper hand when he gets in a vicious Step Up Enzurgiri Kick. Wight stumbles towards the ropes, bounces off, Kingston goes under Damien bounces off the ropes and hits as One Handed Bulldog. Damien isn’t finished as he picks his opponent up and lands a All Hail Kingston. He goes for a cover!

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KICK OUT BY VANCE WIGHT! The New York Loudmouth grabs his opponents arms, and locks in the Oh Hail Liberty! Wight squirms around and screams loudly. The referee drops down and checks on both men making sure they’re okay. Damien ups the torque and increases the pressure. Wight struggles to reach the ropes; his foot is so close he can almost reach it. Seeing how close he is, Kingston breaks the hold, pulls his opponent dead center and the locks it in again. This time, with nowhere to go Vance Wight taps. The referee calls for the bell and Damien keeps the hold locked in.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by Submission, “The Man of Liberty” Damien Kingston!

Joe Aiello: Huge win for Damien Kingston, and it looks like he’s carrying out over his previous loss on his opponent.

Jeremy Piven: That’s the viciousness they need to be successful here. It shouldn’t matter how he wants or what he does after it, as long as he wins.

WINNER: “The Man of Liberty” Damien Kingston

The referee tries pulling and manages to free Wight. He rolls out of the ring as the crowd boos The Man of Liberty loudly. He holds his hands high triumphantly in the ring. The celebrations go on until the cameras cut.

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We're three matches into the show when the cameras cut to a side door entrance to the arena. The metal door opens slightly and Bel Biggz peeks in. Content that no one in the crew will notice his entry because they're all very busy dealing with the Xander Kage attack, he sneaks in. He looks sweaty and quite strange in a pair of athletic shorts, knee high socks, sneakers, and a sleeveless t-shirt stained in sweat. He has his equipment bag over his shoulder. He looks back and forth, and then begins to make his way towards the locker room to change ...

Right past Ashton Daniels, who was at this moment, out of sight, sitting casually on an equipment crate.

Ashton: Yo.. Biggzy!

Bel turns round in surprise to his name being called to see Daniels sat there rocking his legs back and forth hitting against the crate.

Ashton: That mouth of yours can get you into trouble, if I were you I'd stick to doing what your average at best at and that's being in the ring.

Bel almost looks like he is just going to continue walking ... right past the co-VP ... but he stops. And turns to Ashton.

Biggz: I turned on the tube Friday night and I saw your little game with customs. You have been handed power and it has corrupted you. You have envisioned a world of ultra violence. It's easy for you because you're on the sidelines making decisions that impact others and not yourself because it ultimately gives you a boner.

He shakes his head...

Biggz: I've come to realize that while your counterpart may like to see me pee in a cup just a bit too much, he has a good heart. You? I'm not sure what intentions you have but they sure aren't "good for business".

Daniels laughs at Bel's response.

Ashton: I'll give you good for business Bel and this definitely will give me a boner and your opponent for next week too because . . . well you know what, I'm going to keep that a surprise for now, but, I will tell you that it will be a Hardcore match. Now I suggest you go phone BDC and give him the good news because next week I'm going all out while he's not around to try his best at fucking me over and getting his revenge on me for last week.

Biggz looks as if he is weighing his options ...

Biggz: I think B has a lot more on his mind, don't you?

Ashton: Why, because of what happened to his little puppy dog earlier on? Please, it was a flesh wound. The boy needs to grow a pair and man up!

Biggz: Man up? Some maniac took a fricking axe to his leg!

Ashton: Kage is the least of your worries Biggz, so stop trying to act the hero. I mean sure, you were there, and you saw some nasty stuff, but so what?

Biggz: Ashton, if you weren't my boss, I swear to god I'd . . .

Ashton: Yes, please continue, you'd do what exactly?

Biggz hesitates slightly, then sighs.

Biggz: Daniels, I've been in this business for a long time now and in twenty five years I may have not netted the most notoriety but I'm not stupid. I've certainly never backed down from a challenge, I'm not a grass, and I know better than to sock my boss in the mouth, no matter how badly he deserves it. I have arrived and I welcome anyone to dance with me. You got that smirk on your face now but I have a feeling that you may not be sticking it to me as much as you think.

Bel turns to leave...

Ashton: Oh and Bel...

Bel turns around once more.

Ashton: Make sure you have a wash and clean up your image... now that's 'Not good for business. Speaking of washing, why the hell are you dressed like that anyway?.

Biggz: After what happened with Xander, I needed to go for a run - not that it has anything to do with you.

Ashton: Interesting! Tell me Biggz, you spoken to the police yet?

Biggz: No, why?

Ashton: Well, I'm sure they'd want to know why you've changed your clothes, and left the building after one of the roster members has been attacked. Something to hide Biggz?

Biggz clenches his fists, which causes Ashton to laugh at loud.

Ashton: Relax Biggzy boy, I'm just pulling your leg . . . Oooh, too soon?

With that, Ashton laughs at his own joke, and we cut to commercial as Biggz storms past him in disgust.

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

MATCH FOUR

The camera zooms in on Joe Aiello, whom is collecting his notes and thoughts for the fourth match of the evening.

Joe Aiello: Next ladies and gentlemen we have some EWC women’s division action. “The Tehran Terror” Hala Abbasi will face off against newcomer Ash Scion. Both of these women love the power moves but I’m curious to see how Abbasi will handle the quite extreme Scion.

Jeremy Piven: You said it Joe! Ash Scion has made no bones about her style! She wants to put you down and keep you there by any means necessary! In this so-called “Extreme Wrestling Corporation” she should fit in fantastically!


“Werkin’ Girls” by Angel Haze starts playing in the arena. Green, white, and red floodlights paint the ring like the flag of Iran and “The Iron Lady” Hala Abbasi’s video comes on the scree. A chorus of boos rain down in the arena as Hala’s personal ring announcer comes out to introduce her.

“Introducing… from Tehran, Iran… she is pound-for-pound the world’s best fighting tactitian… “The Iron Lady,” “The Tehran Terror” Hala Abbasi!”

Abbasi steps out from behind the curtains draped in red-white-and-green satin robe, akin to a boxer coming out for a fight. Her face is straight – not a shred of emotion as her eyes are fixed on the ring. She has her nose and chin raised upwards, standing proud. Abbasi walks calmly down towards the ring. At ringside, she stops to face a fan holding up a “USA!” sign. Quickly, Abbasi snatches the sign from the fan’s hands and rips it in half causing the crowd to intensify their jeering. She slides into the ring and shadowboxes for a moment before settling into her corner to refocus.



Jessica Stroup: And her opponent, hailing from New York City, New York, Ash Scion!

As “I Love It” blares through the arena, Ash Scion emerges and makes her way down the ramp, as serious as a heart attack. She does not acknowledge the fans at all, her focus is laser sharp on the ring itself.

Earl Hebner checks both ladies before starting the match, and the two begin to circle each other. Ash Scion is the first to attack, running at Hala. However, Abbasi uses her veteran prowess and reverses with a dropped toe hold to Scion, whom hits the mat face first. Abassi stays on the attack, grabbing Scion in a side headlock and wrenching her neck. Scion tries to fight out of the hold, but Abassi holds her down, and refuses to let go. Eventually Scion manages to grab a handful of hair and sends Abassi down with a modified jawbreaker. Scion starts to stalk Abbasi, and when she gets up Scion knocks her down with a well-placed elbow to the jaw. She starts to get a little crazy, stomping the breath out of Abassi. She begins to choke Hala using her foot and Earl Hebner begins to count.

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2 . . .





3 . . .




4 . . .

Ash Scion finally breaks the hold and gets a lecture from Earl Hebner about the rules. While Scion’s back is turned, Hala Abbasi crawls over to her and rolls her up for a quick pin. Hebner starts to count.

1 . . .





2 . . .

Scion manages to kick out and the women both get up quickly and stare at each other in total deadlock. The crowd cheers.

Joe Aiello: A good start from both women, and the crowd is enjoying the opening minutes of this match. Let’s see if they can continue.

This time the women don’t wait a second before tying up again, each wrestling for control. Scion takes control and suplexes Abassi. Abassi gets up to try to create some offense, but Scion knocks her down with a dropkick. Scion begins trying to choke Abassi again but gets pulled off by Hebner before she can do any real damage. Once again, Scion gets a lecture about the rules.

Jeremy Piven: Ash Scion is on some thin ice here Joe!

Joe Aiello: She sure is Jeremy; we could see a DQ right here!

When Scion turns around, Abbasi is up and hits her with a big boxing style left hook. Abbasi continues to stomp on Scion until Scion falls out of the ring. Hala takes the time to taunt Scion as she lays on the ground and then turns around to pander to the fans. As Abbasi is focusing on the fans, Scion grabs Abbasi’s foot and pulls her out of the ring. She props Abbasi up against the steel guard rail and kicks her in the gut. Scion then climbs onto the apron and dives off, hitting Abbasi with a dropkick and crushing her sternum between foot and steel. Hala collapses.

Jeremy Piven: Scion was right, she’s nuts! I didn’t know women’s wrestling could be this exciting, or extreme!!

Joe Aiello: I'm not getting into another clean vs extreme debate, but the standard of wrestling and fighting in general in the EWC is the best in the world, and these young ladies have proved that they are as tough, if not tougher, than their male counterparts!

Scion rolls Abbasi back into the ring and begins stalking her again.

Joe Aiello: Oh man, I don’t like the looks of this!

As Abbasi gets up, Scion runs towards Abbasi and tries to axe kick her, but Abbasi ducks the kick and when Scion turns around, she sends her flying with a roundhouse kick. It’s now Abbasi’s turn to stalk Scion, and when Scion gets up Abbasi hooks her leg and preforms the BLOODSPORT SLAM. Without wasting a moment, Abbasi goes for the pin.

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Abassi starts to celebrate as her music hits! Not caring about her anti American stance, the Irish crowd applauds, appreciating the resilience of “The Tehran Terror”.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, “The Tehran Terror”, “The Iron Lady” Hala Abbasi!

Winner: Hala Abbasi

Jeremy Piven: Wow, it looked like Abbasi was done there Joe!

Joe Aiello: Never count out Abbasi! After a great reversal and that nasty Bloodsport Slam, she picks up the win, what a match for both of these bright young stars!

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The cameras cut to the backstage area, where we join Sean Ferguson.

Sean Ferguson: You wait until you see what I have planned for that maggot Joseph Orsome tonight.

Sean and an unidentified man stroll through the backstage corridors swiftly.

Unknown: I assume there's been no expense spared over tonight's antics?

Sean Ferguson: You assumed right. He thinks what's happened so far has been bad... it's just the beginni-

Suddenly out of no where Joey jumps out and chops Sean down at the knee with an iron pipe. Sean screams in agony. His unknown guest flees in fear as Joey again slams the pipe down on Sean's knee in a fit of unrelenting rage.

Joey: You thought I was going to just sit by and let you have all the fun, Sean!?

Joey stamps viscously on the targeted knee and then drives the iron pipe into Sean's skull.

Joey: You're right about one thing Sean! This is just the beginning. The beginning of your destruction. You've been so damn confident in thinking that you could just walk around, time and time again and play your own game. How stupid you are to think I was going to sit by and let it happen!

Joey screams fiercely in pure anger as he slams the iron pipe one last time down onto Sean's knee. Sean rolls around, his painful cries piercing the hollow corridors silence

Joey: This is my playground! These are my rules. How dare you be so ignorantly blind and take me for a fool! I could end you right here, right now if I wanted to Sean! But where would the fun be in that, right? It's my turn to play the cards. You've done nothing but put me through hell and it's time to re-pay the favour. Just remember this moment and how lucky you are to be leaving in one piece. I'll be seeing you around Sean.

Joey throws the iron pipe down and leaves Sean holding his knee as a medical team quickly rush over to him. EWC security also storm the scene after reports hat there's been another attack on an EWC roster member.

Joe Aiello: That bastard! That was a chilling scene we have just witnessed, especially after the severity of what we've already seen tonight! Sean has forced Joey to snap, I understand that, but to attack him like that, after what happened to young Kage tonight! It's disgusting!

Jeremy Piven: Am I the only one who saw this coming?

The arena goes black as the chilling chants of Shadow Moses kick in.

Joe Aiello: The heartless bastard isn't finished yet!

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 walks out from behind the curtain. He slowly walks down to the ring with a microphone in hand. The smirk across his face as broad as the arena. The crowd echo boo's around the venue. Joey steps into the ring still smiling.

Joey: I take it by the warm welcome I just received that you all witnessed what just happened?

The crowd raise their volume.

Joey: Save your breath you pathetic bunch of brainless moron's. You all seriously thought I would sit around and let it all slide? What the fuck do you take me for? I had to prove somehow that I wasn't weak. That I haven't lost my touch. No one walks all over me and disrespects me the way Sean has. Like he said, this is merely the beginning. Not only the beginning of Sean's demise but the beginning of a new era in the EWC.

That new era starts tonight with the fall of two of the EWC's biggest puppets. Jay Cee and Kid Cannabis. For too long have they been bottom feeding on the underside of the EWC's nut sack and the vermin they call fans. Someone needs to stand up to it and that person is me.

The crowd are relentless in their constant booing of Joey but he is completely unfazed by it all.

Joey: You see I speak my mind. I don't give a fuck who I offend or hurt and the EWC and the pricks behind this company don't like that. So they throw me into a match with three people who don't stand for the same things I stand for, people who believe that people like all of you are important. People who don't want to step on anyone's toes because they're too scared to stand up for what they believe.

They see me as the underdog. That I am not capable of holding my own against their beloved corporate puppets. I am sick and tired of being over looked. This match is nothing but a statement from management that they don't believe in me. They don't like me. They want to try and bury me as far down in the dirt as they possibly can. The stupid, stupid idiots.

Joey pauses and begins to wag his finger towards the camera.

Joey: They think it's going to stop me. They think it will put an end to me. They're trying to hold me down by putting me in this match but you can't silence me. You can't put a stop to me. I am the biggest nightmare this place has ever seen. You will all fear me just like they do. After I have proven to everyone tonight that I can't be stopped by beating two of the cast from The Muppets, I will become the greatest talent this company has ever seen and I will prove that much by becoming the EWC Champion. I will go against every tradition. I will defy every authority. Just the very existence of a Champion like me will destroy every single one of them.

Tonight is just the start.

Retribution is coming.

Joey drops the mic in the middle of the ring and leaves a stunned and silenced Belfast crowd.

Joe Aiello: Of all the times to make a statement, why tonight, and why in that fashion?

Jeremy Piven: He's hungry for success and blinded by rage and his lust for power. I can't blame him to be honest.

Joey Aiello: But Jeremy, there's ways and means of doing things, and the timing of this vicious attack is just, well, wrong!

Jeremy Piven: He's and extreme guy Joe, and it's his life and his decisions.

Joe Aiello: Extreme? This isn't extreme any more! I think BDC is right, and things have to change, and change fast, before more people get seriously hurt!

Jeremy Piven: Listen Joe, it's not our job to make those decisions, so why you don't shut the fuck up, and just do your job.

Brawl goes to commercial as the two commentators carry on their argument.

[President Mac]

>>>EWC Advertising<<<

MATCH FIVE

BEST 2 OUT OF 3 PIN FALLS

"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.

Jessica Stroup: The following match is a two out of three falls match. Introducing first, from Toronto Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 232 pounds! He is “The Lone Solder” Eric Steel!!

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 Steel.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent next, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 205 pounds. He is Oliver Bailey!!

Joe Aiello: Here we go, Eric Steel versus Oliver Bailey in a two out of three falls match. Eric Steel has just recently decided to come out from behind the curtain and wrestle again. So now he runs his highly successfully re-branding of Bottomline and must compete against the very people he trashes weekly. He also has been rumored as a new addition to Element X but nothing is official yet.

Jeremy Piven: Eric Steel just doesn’t run his mouth, idiot, he backs it up.

Joe Aiello: Oliver Bailey debuted himself with a huge impact by RUINING Michael Saint’s return. He stepped up big and took on two big matches in one week … and well lost them both. Dark Sypder IV caught him off guard just last Friday and Oliver looks to gain back that momentum…again one Eric Steel.

The bell rings…

The crowd boos these two relentlessly. Oliver and Eric look at each other … they go to lock up with Eric kicks him in the gut instead of the clean lockup. He reigns down stomps and kicks on Bailey’s body showing that money can’t buy experience.

Joe Aiello: These two don’t want a prolonged match. They want a quick victory to get the advantage. Whoever loses the first fall is gonna have a hell of a time fighting back. Its hard to get one pinfall on a EWC wrestler much less two.

Eric grabs Oliver by the hair and slams him face first into the turnbuckle. He grabs him by the head again and then runs to the other corner and smacks the side of Oliver’s head into the top turnbuckle. Oliver crumples to the mat. Oliver recovers, sitting against the corner but Eric takes it as a chance to just put his boot against Bailey’s throat. Referee Paul Turner has to push Eric Steel as Bailey grabs and slaps at Eric’s foot.

Jeremy Piven: Look at Steel, a well oiled fighting machine. He would make a great International champion.

Joe Aiello: So would Oliver Bailey but he needs to get some offense going into this match.

Eric whips Oliver out of the corner into the other diagonally across the ring. He charges and Oliver smartly gets into the game by putting his boot up. It connects right into Eric’s jaw and tests that last name of his. Eric staggers away, Oliver charges, and Eric cuts him off again with a toe kick to the gut. He grabs Oliver by the arm, whips him into the ropes looking for a back body drop … but like many times early in a match, a good wrestler sees ahead of the curve and Bailey counters it with a kick of his own right into Eric’s sternum. Swinging neckbreaker attempt by the man who refuses to be called anything BUT Oliver Bailey. Eric blocks it, spins Bailey around and DROPS HIM WITH THE STEEL CUTTER!! He jumps on Oliver for the cover!!

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Jessica Stroup: The winner of the first pinfall, ERIC STEEL!!!

Joe Aiello: WHOA! Just like THAT, Eric Steel is up by one pinfall!!

The bell rings for the first decision and referee Paul Turner separates the two for a brief 30 second break. Oliver rolls to his belly holding his head and is more shocked than anything about the abrupt pinfall.

Jeremy Piven: I did not see that coming. Eric Steel is not here to play tonight. He’s always serious … and it PAYS off. Imagine if that were one pinfall to decide, it’d be over now!

Joe Aiello: But Eric still has to pin Oliver one more time…and we’re very early into this match. Oliver can possibly come back to tie and go on to win. Stranger things have happened in EWC.

Steel locks up on armbar to grind Oliver down but can’t get it fleshed out completely. Oliver shakes off the cobwebs and battle to his feet, smashing his forearm into the side of Eric’s head repeatedly. He breaks the hold. He comes off the ropes and Eric catches him on the chin with a standing dropkick. Eric goes for the cover to win this match TWO pinfalls to none.

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Bailey rolls his shoulder up. Bailey is on his stomach again so Eric Steel shows more aggression, stomping down on the back of his neck and up and down his spine. Bailey crawls on his hands and knees but Eric obliges him and helps him to his feet, pushing him back first into the turnbuckle. Eric goes to the well once more, charges with a clothesline. Bailey kicks at him and staggers him back again. He runs at Steel…and Eric tilt-a-whirls Bailey’s body around possibly looking put the crook of Bailey’s spine into his knee but Bailey spins out of it and lands on his feet! Eric looks frustrated by the counter but Bailey doesn’t regain his balance quick enough so Eric tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring for a breather. Bailey lands on his feet but that isn’t known to Steel. Steel is too busy bickering with the crowd about how he’s one up in this match already.

He turns around and sees Oliver on the apron and runs at him to knock him off. Oliver goes through the third and second rope and plunges his shoulder right into Eric’s breadbasket. He punches him in the head knocking him towards the center of the ring. Bailey springboards off the top rope and crossbodies Steel. Some people strangely enough began chanting for Oliver to come back.

Joe Aiello: Are there people cheering for Oliver?

Jeremy Piven: Just that fat guy in the front row. He seems to really “like” him.

Oliver has seemingly turned the tide in this contest and so he starts to pay back Steel with some kicks and stomps of his own. Pushing and kneading his body into a corner as if there were escape. It isn’t for Steel unfortunately. He grabs Steel with both of his hands and drivers his knee into the temple of Steel. He lifts him up and whips Steel out of the corner. Steel reverses. Bailey hits the turnbuckle chest first and as Steel comes at it, he drives his elbow into his face. Bailey turns around kicks Steel in the gut and goes for the Twist of Fate. Steel pushes away Bailey, as Bailey comes back, Steel tries for the Steel Cutter once more TO END IT ALL!

But Bailey grabs onto the ropes and Eric whiffs. Bailey jumps on Steel for the pin.

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Steel escapes his mistake that could have tied the match up. Both men are back up, Bailey charges under a Steel clothesline, comes off the ropes. Steel kicks at Bailey, sets him up for a powerbomb and Oliver rolls through with sunset flip pinning combination!

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Jessica Stroup: The winner of the second pinfall, Oliver Bailey! That match is now tied one to one!

Both men roll away from each other trying to catch their breaths in the second and final 30 second break.

Joe Aiello: Oliver Bailey was like that mosquito that you can’t get rid of. He kept coming and biting and eventually Eric Steel got caught. Amazing effort to tie this by Oliver.

Jeremy Piven: Steel is just as surprised as Bailey was during the first pinfall. He thought he was gonna win it two to zilch. Guess not.

Joe Aiello: So here we go, the deciding pinfall is coming. Big bragging rights are on the line.

Both men size each other up, maybe now respecting each other even more. They lock up…and well that respect is gone because Steel rakes the eyes. He grabs Bailey by the arm and swings him chest first into the turnbuckle. Steel pounces on Oliver for the cover.

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Oliver drapes an arm across Steel’s chest out of desperation…

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Joe Aiello: Wow I’m surprised that didn’t end it, Jeremy. Tied one to one, now both men are pulling out all the stops to end this in one HUGE move. That would have fallen any normal man but Eric Steel isn’t a normal man. He’s a seasoned veteran and showed it there.

Jeremy Piven: Oliver has shown a lot of resilience, too, Joe. Let’s give him credit too you moron, he is showing that these last two losses were simply flukes.

Joe Aiello: Well, he hasn’t yet. He needs to win one more pinfall against Eric Steel to do that.

Both men stagger to their feet, Eric pushes Bailey away, knee strike, and he tries for Ready or Not but Oliver battles out of it. He spins Steel around and drops him with the TWIST OF FATE! A cutter got the first pinfall and may just get the third pinfall… Bailey covers…

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Joe Aiello: This has to be it!

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Bailey has got the better of right now as Eric is smack dab in the middle of the ring after that impact on the skull. Oliver looks to the top rope and climbs the turnbuckle. He looks down at his opponent and leaps for a Swanton bomb … Steel gets to his feet quickly … Oliver at the last second ROLLS THROUGH the move … gets to his feet and Eric Steel is there to greet with an instant message of his own …. THE STEEL CUTTER!


Here’s the cover!

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Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match by the score of 2-1 pinfalls, ERIC STEEL!!!

Winner: Eric Steel

Joe Aiello: What a MOVE by Eric Steel. AMAZING!!

Eric gets his hand raised after a hard fought victory but he doesn’t stay long to celebrate, he doesn’t need to any fan’s support to know how good he is and Brawl cuts and plays footage of the Tag Team champions from earlier this evening.

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We cut to Anger Management's dressing room. MadDawg is getting ready for his match tonight. He's wearing black denim pants, no shirt, one boot tied up and his left leg on a brown wooden stool in front of his locker so he can tie his other boot. He has his cell phone in his right hand up next to his ear.
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No! I ordered it and it should be here.

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I have a match coming up.

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 Brock walks up to MadDawg curious as to what was causing him to get upset. MadDawg lowers the phone slightly and made sure Brock was alright.
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How can I help you, he asks with his eyes wide open to Brock.


What are you doing?

I ordered something for our match tonight and it isn't here, he responds gracefully and more calm.

What did you order?

Midgets, cause it's funny.

What?

I ordered some Bushmill Whiskey for a pre-ritual to our match.

You know I think I might need to stay off that for a little bit, he says has he holds his stomach with his right hand trying not to throw-up in his mouth.

Come on, you remember that fun time the other day? You had your pants off ... he stops as he hears a voice come from his phone. He lifts it back to his ear.

No not you, my friend here had his pants off, I wasn't suggesting ...

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Brock is bending over one of the lockers with his left hand down on the brown wooden stool. He stars to dry heave as MadDawg moves back a little make sure none got on him.
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Joe Aiello: That is one strange team and there up next after the break.

[President Mac]

>>>Commercial Break<<<

MATCH SIX
SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
ELEMENT X Vs WELLINGS & ANGER MANAGEMENT

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

Jessica Stroup: This match is a six man tag match and is scheduled for one fall, first from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 280lbs... 'The Airbourne Ranger' DEREK WELLINGS!!!

As he nears it, Derek increases his speed and slides in. Then in two movements he hops onto his feet and pounds on his shoulder.

“Image of the Invisible" hits the P.A system and the crowd jumps to their feet. The arena is buzzing with energy as Brock Whitworth emerges from behind the scenes and smugly looks around the arena. He steps out onto the ramp, lets out a primal scream, smacks the floor, raises his arms, and pyros shoot off behind him. Just as the pyros finish, the outer ring of of the stage begins to burn as the sound of barking dogs fill the ears of the crowd.

With disgust, Brock steps to the left of the stage as MadDawg, wearing black boots, blue denim jeans and a black MC cut, slowly starts walking from behind the curtain. MadDawg walks to the right of the stage and pounds his left chest with a closed right fist three times. MadDawg looks over to Brock and the two lock eyes with such hatred and anger toward one another. The two start barking words toward one another but after a few seconds they head down the ramp.

Jessica Stroup: And his partners, making their way to the ring weighing at a combined weight of 484lbs, Brock Whitworth and Maddawg... ANGER MANAGEMENT!!!

The lights in the arena turn all sorts of colors ... red, blue, white before the lights going out altogether and five figures emerge from the back as "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit blasts through the arena. Feigel in the center begins to walk to the ring with his trusty Kendo stick and roll of barbedwire while the other two men follow suit staring out into the fans and all four simultaneously slide into the ring and perform their own individual poses as pyrotechnics for each of them goes off. The two men stand in their corner and make a quick plan. Feigel remains on the outside and quickly circles around towards the broadcast booth and timekeepers area.

Jessica Stroup: AND THEIR OPPONENTS, Mike Corral, Charlie Feigel, and Spazz, this is ELEMENT X!

Joe Aiello: This next match could be a main event all over the world, its that big. We have the dangerous Element X facing three men they have set their sights in. Charlie Feigel, Spazz, and Mike Corral united by purpose look to make a huge statement by defeating Derek Wellings and the tag team champions Anger Management.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, great story, Joe. Look, people know that. The ladder match became a confusing mess when guys like Spazz, Corral, and Whitworth interfered in hopes of having their group representative win the International title. Neither of them got the job done and it seems like they blame each other for it. This is going to be a way.

Joe Aiello: And for Anger Management and Element X it may have huge title implications. Don’t discount Wellings either, he’s been on a couple of bad beat downs and is looking to give our receipts.

Jeremy Piven: These bozos better not worry about pay back because they’re playing with fire here. You heard the rumours. Element X is EXPANDING!

Charlie Feigel and Derek Wellings are in the ring right now … and they both realize that they are potentially starting this match. Charlie is always game to fight but something in Wellings’ eyes makes him realize that rushing head first into this will be a huge mistake. Feigel smirks and tags in the extremely athletic Mike Corral. Wellings tags in Brock Whitworth who just happens to make sure guys like Corral stay nice and grounded.

Joe Aiello: Very smart move by Feigel. He’s the veteran here. This is why he is a hall of famer. We are gonna see Charlie later in this match I have no doubt and this choice is gonna pay off.

They circle and lock up. Corral powers Whitworth into neutral corner before Hebner breaks it up. Mike backs away as if he is going to obey the referee’s instructions but at the last moment, he goes for a clothesline into the corner. Whitworth ducks under and hammers away at Corral as he leans against the turnbuckle. After a couple of punches, Corral grabs Whitworth by the face and swings him back into the corner.

He knocks Whitworth back with a European uppercut. One time. Two times. Brock’s thick skull reflects it and as adrenaline pumps through his veins, he punches back hard into Corral’s face. Mike staggers back Brock continues to punch away at Corral until he is pushed against the ropes. Whitworth tries for a headlock but Corral pushes him off. Brock comes off the rope and knocks Mike down with a shoulder tackle. Comes off the ropes. Corral tries to trip him but Brock strides over Mike’s body. As Brock comes back again, Mike tries to catch him with a quick press slam but Brock slips behind. Waistlock from behind. Whitworth tries for a german suplex but Corral blocks and plants his feet back onto the mat. He pinpoints an elbow into Brock’s jaw but Brock ducks under and Mike’s momentum twists him around into a belly-to-belly position. Mike breaks free of the hold by clubbing him over the back.

Joe Aiello: Amazing show by these two. Counter wrestling here.

Jeremy Piven: Looks like Mike Corral is the better man here. Whitworth is just a classless brawler. Mike Corral is the master of strong style.

Three kick knees to the gut and Mike has taken over. He lifts Whitworth into the air with a vertical suplex … but Brock slips behind! Another german suplex attempt…and another counter attempt by Corral. This time the back elbow connects and Whitworth is sent reeling! Brock falls to the mat and like a shark smelling blood in the water Mike is on it. Brock clumsily gets to his feet and gets a forearm shot to the chest. Irish whip, Brock reverses and as Mike comes back, Whitworth goes way out his element and tries for a low dropkick! Corral counters and grabs him the legs, dropping him on the back of his head onto the mat. Mike tries for a boston crab but Whitworth’s leg strength allows him to twist out of it. Mike takes a risk and charges and EATS A HUGE POWERSLAM FROM WHITWORTH!!

Joe Aiello: Oh, man, did you see the ring rattle from the impact?

Jeremy Piven: No and quite frankly you need to stop making shit up.

Brock points his partner and co tag team champion MadDawg and tags him in! Corral is just getting to his feet, when he’s punched in the mouth by a man chiselled out of granite in MadDawg. Corral retreats to a corner and MD follows him. MadDawg whips Mr. 300% into the turnbuckle chest first but Corral uses his athleticism to catch himself … and vault over MadDawg. Unfortunately MadDawg doesn’t take the bait. Corral lands on his feet, realizes his mistakes, turns around and gets clotheslined for his efforts. MadDawg pulls Corral to his feet and tosses him out of ring.

Joe Aiello: Looks like MadDawg is warming up for the Rumble in the Bronx live in just over a month on PPV!

Jeremy Piven: You corporate kiss ass.

MadDawg turns around and sucker punches Spazz in the jaw knocking him off the apron. Like Wellings, MadDawg wants a piece of the outspoken Charlie Feigel, too. He dares, he calls for Feigel to get into the ring. Taunting him unmercifully. Feigel looks enraged … and he slowly … slowly begins to enter the ring …

MadDawg’s attention is right on Feigel. He has tunnel vision and he can’t hear his partners warning him over the noise of the crowd as Corral is back in the ring and kicks him in the back of the head with the RONALDO DOS: a single leg dropkick. It’s not enough to knock the tag champ down but it puts him against the ropes. Irish whip by Corral. MD reverses. Corral learns his lesson and ducks under a clothesline. Comes off the other side. MadDawg faster than his partner side steps Corral. Corral looks like he may exit the ring again but … he skins the cat and comes back into the ring and nearly gets cut in half by a spear! Instead of going for the cover though, he points to Derek Wellings who wants in on some of the action. He leads a dazed Corral into their corner and tags in Derek!

Joe Aiello: Charlie Feigel and Spazz for the most part have been spectators as the tag team champs and Derek Wellings have united to battle Element X. Was Charlie’s idea to back off such a good idea? Mike Corral is amazing wrestler but right now its three on one and the three that they are facing are having a damn good time in here.

Jeremy Piven: Who cares if they’re having fun? Fun is irrelevant. Charlie Feigel has a vision for this match and you’re too stupid to see it!

Wellings whips Corral into the ropes and as he comes back, he racks Mike on his shoulders and drops back with a crushing Samoan drop! FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH ON MIKE CORRAL!

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Joe Aiello: Mike Corral desperately needs to tag in a fresh man. Now he is making costly mistakes because he can’t get the advantage over a man for too long before they tag out. What is going on with Element X here?

Jeremy Piven: You have the attention of a gnat! Mike is the workhorse here! He’s wearing these chumps down to nothing!

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Jeremy Piven: YES! I TOLD YOU!

Charlie Feigel tags in because he sees a good time to take over. Mike and Feigel double team Wellings with rights and lefts as Hebner admonishes Spazz from doing anything illegal! Wellings, a big man, walks away from the corner and tries to tag in a fresh man … but Feigel doesn’t let him get far. Wellings turns around and Feigel tries for a Sidewinder kick. Wellings ducks and sticks a bit boot in Charlie’s mush! He drops down for a quick cover!

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Feigel is too fresh despite that little misake of judgment on his part. Wellings keeps on Feigel with a chop to the chest that sends him against the ropes. Right hand to the jaw. Chop the chest. Whip to the other side of the ropes. Wellings tries for a backbody drop but Feigel telegraphs it easily by locking on a front face hold and DDTing Wellings.

Joe Aiello: Huge DDT counter by Charlie Feigel? Is the opening he has been looking for?

Jeremy Piven: YES!!

Charlie allows no rest, he pulls Wellings to his feet and pushes him into the corner and starts firing back some of those chops Wellings was giving back earlier. He then fires back with one maliciously punch after another targeting his knuckles into the forehead of the Airborne Ranger! This only seems to wake Wellings up because he starts to fight out of the corner with punches of his own! Both fight in the center of the ring. Punches and chops are exchanged as the crowd goes into a frenzy!!

Joe Aiello: The people here in Ireland LOVE a good fight!!

Jeremy Piven: What’s next? You gonna say they like to drink, too!?

Joe Aiello: Well, who doesn’t!

Wellings starts to get the better off before Charlie ends this with a high knee to the gut. He grabs Wellings by the throat and impressively slams the big man into the mat with a chokeslam! Feigel, though, eyes Spazz raring to go and decides not to cover. He tags in the wild man!

Jeremy Piven: Here we go! This guy is a rock star!

Spazz takes way too much time showing off playing air guitar instead of going after a prone Wellings. Spazz comes off the ropes and looks to drop an elbow and not surprisingly Wellings rolls out of the way! Wellings scrambles to his corner and tags in the brawler Brock Whitworth. Spazz and Brock meet in the ring and for a moment, it looks equal but very quickly the shots from Brock are knocking Spazz right on his ass. He keeps getting up though like a crazy man to take the abuse! Spazz retreats to a corner, takes a moment to shake off the blows, and runs at Brock … who puts him in the air with HIGH ARCING back body drop!! Mike Corral comes in and tries something but Brock vaults him over the ropes and out of the ring! Charlie Feigel fares no better and eats a reverse atomic drop. Feigel holds himself in pain and gets unsuspectingly knocked to the mat with a clothesline. Feigel smartly rolls out of the ring to avoid more abuse. Brock looks back to Spazz. Irish whip. Spazz reverses and stands there like a target while Brock levels him with the JAW BREAKER! Brock revels in the cheers as he signals for to end it for their team. He puts Spazz on his shoulders and spikes him on his with Outback Driver!

Joe Aiello: THAT WAS SICK!!!

Feigel is back in and all bets are off. He kicks Whitworth in the gut …lifts him in air, maybe for a suplex and then SPIKES him on his head with the SCT!!!

Jeremy Piven: No, that was indeed SICK!

Wellings chases Feigel out of the ring but the damage may already be done. Earl Hebner desperately tries to restore order as the match is just seconds away from ending in a no contest if they all get in the ring and brawl. Whitworth and Spazz’s worlds are both spinning right about now. Hebner begins to count both men out.

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Joe Aiello: That may be called the Final Fantasy but it sure isn’t fantasy when that could be the final move of the match!

Jeremy Piven: Lame.

Here’s the cover!

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Joe Aiello: What the hell is Spazz doing in there? He can’t seem to get anything going.

Jeremy Piven: Maybe he forgot to show up, who knows?

Spazz gets the hell out of there and tags back in Mike Corral. Mike comes back in and puts Brock across his shoulders, slings him over and drops Brock’s midsection over his knees for the God Complex!! Mike gets up and crosses him arms into a X … possibly for Element X. Brock sits up and Corral drives his knee into his back and locks on a reverse chinlock.

The crowd goes crazy as Brock desperately reaches out to his partners from the seated position. He shakes and writhes trying to break the hold. The crowd wills Brock to his feet who then breaks away from the hold with three sharp elbows to the gut. Brock takes a running start off the ropes and runs right into the RONADLO PELE kick!! Corral drags Brock back into their corner by one leg and tags in the Homicidal One! Feigel grabs the leg and drags him towards the ring pole. He exits the ring and then smashes Brock’s knee again the steel pole!

Jeremy Piven: Yeah! That walking stereotype ain’t gonna walk so easily anymore.

Joe Aiello: Look at it, Feigel, Jeremy; this is what he wanted all along.

Hebner yells at Charlie to get in the damn ring but the damage has been done. He obliges. MadDawg tries to check in on his partner and Feigel blindsides him with a shot to the side of the head which knocks him off the apron! Brock tries to get back into the ring and Hebner cuts him off. This allows Charlie to drag Brock into the corner and get some triple team action. Hebner turns around just to see as both men hold Brock as Charlie puts his leg on the second rope and drops his weight onto it. Brock falls to the mat holding his knee in agony. Charlie tags in Spazz who grabs Brock by the knee and drives his own into it. He kicks at Brock’s hamstring.

Joe Aiello: Look at Spazz picking the bones clean!

Jeremy Piven: Smart strategy, Joe.

Spazz steps back, jumps up, and drops his knee across Brock’s leg. Methodically, Spazz rips and pulls at Brock’s leg. He drags it and draps it across the first rope and uses the ropes to jump again and drop his body onto the leg nearly stressing it to break! Instead of going for a submission, Spazz grabs Brock by the scruff his hair and pulls him to his feet. Brock hobbles and takes a chop from Spazz but courageously fights back with a right hand strike. Brock goes for one too many and Spazz ducks under and lifts Brock into the air, grabs his leg, and drops it across his knee with a shin breaker! Spazz still holds the leg as Brock hops on his other. Spazz taunts him in a vulgar fashion as Brock continues to hop and connects with more right hands. Spazz reaches out his hand to tag in someone …

But Brock counters with an impressive desperation enzuguri!!!

The crowd cheers wildly as they realize an opportunity for Wellings or MadDawg has opened up!! Both men start from the middle of the ring, crawling towards their partners…

Spazz tags in Feigel!!

Brock crawls slowly inch by inch towards his corner…

Feigel tries to stop it … but with a diving leap, he slaps hands with Derek Wellings!

Joe Aiello: Whoa! Here we go. Feigel and Wellings and this time both men are relatively fresh!

Wellings is pumped up and blocks a right hand from Feigel and knocks him to the ground with a cold clocked right hand! Feigel rolls to his feet and right into another punch that sends him sprawling into the neutral turnbuckle! Feigel tries to fight out of it but he gets a sick back elbow to the face for even attempting to. Another one! A third. Mike Corral tries to save his partner and gets smashed in the face! So does Spazz! Feigel comes out of the corner, he gets scooped up by Wellings and slammed to the mat! Corral dives into Wellings with a crossbody but he gets caught! SCOOP SLAM! Spazz takes one, too!

Joe Aiello: Holy hell, Wellings is fighting off Element X single handedly!

Spazz retreats to the ropes and gets clotheslined out of the ring! Wellings turns his attention to Corral who is in the corner and punches at his repeatedly. Feigel is on the other corner. He whips Corral out of the corner and Corral’s body smashes into Feigel! Corral turns around and takes the big boot. Feigel stumbles out of the corner. Wellings lifts him onto his shoulders and drops him face first into the turnbuckle cover for the snake eyes! Feigel is seeing stars, turns around and gets taken down with a high sidewalk slam from Wellings! Heres the cover!

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Wellings tries for Army Strong but doesn’t see Corral leaping off the top rope with a missile dropkick!!

Joe Aiello: Holy HELL, can we get some order to this match?!

Jeremy Piven: You weren’t bitching when the “good guys” were doing it.

MadDawg got the better of Spazz off camera and is back in the ring, too. He clobbers Corral with a right hand and sends Mike straight to the DAWG HOUSE!! Spazz comes back in for more punishment and gets a clothesline. Feigel and Wellings brawl on the outside. Spazz sneaks away and attacks Brock and brawls with him. Mad Dawg boots a recovering Corral to the outside the ring and leaves and they exchange punches.

Joe Aiello: We can’t even keep up with the action. All six men are battling all over this ringside area!

Spazz goes to the top rope for something but gets tosses off the top rope by Brock. Brock signals for another Outback Driver but doesn’t realize that Corral just whipped MD into the steel steps. He sneaks up behind Brock with a running facebuster! Spazz locks in the Serial Moment on Brock!

Jeremy Piven: Are these guys ? Spazz, Brock isn’t legal and neither are you!?

Joe Aiello: How can you even tell?

The two legal men, Feigel and Wellings, are slamming each other into the barricades as they look to probably each other’s careers. Spazz reels back on the dangerous submission in the middle of the ring as Hebner says it doesn’t matter. Corral taunts Brock and stomps at him repeatedly. Wellings gets the advantage and looks to hit Army Strong through the announce table…but suddenly he sees Brock getting viciously double teamed. He comes to the rescues. He kicks Spazz in the face and then kicks Corral in the gut. He once again tries for that powerbomb variant but Spazz annoying interferes. Wellings piefaces him right into Earl Hebner!

Jeremy Piven: Great, there goes the referee!

Wellings crushes Corral with Army Strong finally. Feigel sees the referee out and smiles wickedly! Charlie Feigel goes to the ring apron, lifts it, and produces a kendo stick wrapped in barbed wire. He rolls into the ring and Wellings turns around and DUCKS THE KENDO STICK SHOT. The swing was so wild that it flies out of his hands and nearly hits Spazz on the outside. Wellings seizes the advantage and DROPS FEIGEL with ARMY STRONG! The referee was out long enough to miss the attempted weapon usage but this time it didn’t matter. He sees the cover!

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Jessica Stroup: The winners of the match via pinfall, Derek Wellings, Brock Whitworth, and MadDawg!

Winners: Derek Wellings & Anger Management

Bodies are strewn all over ring side as Wellings can barely stand himself to celebrate.

Joe Aiello: What a battle, folks! These six men gave it all tonight and Wellings and Anger Management rose above the chaos tonight. That's a massive win for this team, espcially Derek who gets massive revenge tonight.

Jeremy Piven: Whatever, Wellings is the one who hit the referee.

The camera pans around the ring as referees and ring crew help the tired and beaten men to their feet. Wellings’ hand is raised in victory for his team as his music hits as we go to commercial.

[President Mac]

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The camera pans into President Mac's office, where we find the CEO of the EWC on a video call to a very irate and worried BDC.

President Mac: Ok, I know, but there's no need for that Chris!

BDC: What the hell Mac? Someone attacked him with a fucking axe! What the hell is wrong with you people?

President Mac: Look, I understand you are upset, but you have to appreciate where I stand here. I'm doing the best I can!

BDC: Well your best isn't fucking good enough! I don't care how many laws I break, I'm on the next plane, and I will personally find out who did this to Xander, I will break their neck with my bare fucking hands!

President Mac: Chris, you know you can't come here, they'll arrest you, and then I'll have to fire you, do you understand me?

Jay Cee walks into the room. He's still shaking from the events at the beginning of the show, and looks pale.

Jay Cee: Hi boss, I take it that's BDC?

BDC: Is that Jay, listen, if he's come here to spout his shit, then I tell you what, I'm going to . . .

President Mac: Now hold on a minute, if it wasn't for Jay and Bel Biggz, we may not have got Xander to the hospital in time!

There's silence for a few minutes. Jay hangs his head in silence, while the sound of soft sobbing is heard coming from the laptop speakers.

Jay Cee: Look, I'll come back, this obviously isn't the time . . .

BDC: No, please . . . Mac, ask him to come over here, please.

Jay Cee walks over to the laptop. BDC has tears streaming down his face.

BDC: Jay, we . . . We've never got on you and me, but what you've done today for Xander, both you and Bel . . . I, I just can never thank you guys enough.

Jay Cee: He's a good kid B, far better than you and me. He didn't deserve it, and it was the least I could do, you know?

President Mac: I'll leave you two to it. Chris, I'll call you later. I'm going to the hospital now to check on Xander. Later.

BDC: Yeah, thanks Mac, and I'm sorry . . .

President Mac: I know. Take care my friend, and don't worry, I'll stay with Xander tonight.

Jay Cee: So will I.

Jay stares at the screen, and there's an uncomfortable silence between the two men.

Jay Cee: Listen, I've got to go and get ready for my match. I don't know how I'm going to focus, but hey, it's what we do, right?

BDC: Take care of yourself out there Jay. There's a mad man on the loose, and he's obviously out for blood.

Jay Cee: Don't worry, I can look after myself - as you know.

BDC: Yeah, I guess you can and all.

Jay Cee: Well anyway, like I said, I'll go and see Xander after the show. I'll get your number off Mac, and phone you with an update later on. See you.

BDC: Yeah, um, thanks for everything.

Jay just nods, and leaves the room, as we go back to Aiello and Piven and the next upcoming match.

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MATCH SEVEN

The lights dim as the bells begins to thunder from Jim Johnston's "Graveyard Symphony" plays in the arena, the Gravedigger appears from behind the curtain behind six hooded men, and steps out onto the top of the ramp, with his hood on, head bent low. Purple and white strobes blind the crowd as the Dark Stalker begins to walk between the hooded men with three on each side with his head hanging low down the ramp, towards the ring.



Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Parts Unknown, standing seven feet, two inches tall, weighing in at three hundred and thirty six pounds... he is the Dark Stalker, stalking the Extreme Wrestling Corporation; he is the Grim Avenger of Souls Restless! He is the “GRAVEDIGGER” DENNIS ANDERSON!!!!

He walks up the stairs into the ring, and walks to the center of the ring. He drops to one knee and holds his hands out at his sides, with red glowing eyes, letting the darkness consume him. He rises from his trance state, and takes off his hooded ring robe, and awaits the arrival of (enter Character name here).

Joe Aiello: Such ominous music, such a dark atmosphere, could this be the end of Bel Biggz tonight?

Jeremy Piven: I don’t think Bel realizes he is where he is ninety percent of the time, I pray the Gravedigger buries him alive.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, from… somewhere, standing five feet eleven inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…

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.

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. Electric 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: RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE, 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 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.

Jeremy Piven: What is his deal? He’s fighting a monster, a legitimately terrifying individual, WHY IS HE NOT SCARED?!

Joe Aiello: Why should he be scared? Bel Biggz is one of the most successful stars here in EWC, and you know what, good on him! He's been through quite an ordeal here tonight, and this is just Bel's way of dealing with it.

The bell rings, Bel and Gravedigger circle each other and lock up. Dennis gets the upper hand as he palm strikes Biggz on his chest. He then hits him with several Knife-hand Strokes, presses him into the ropes an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex. He makes a cover but Biggz gets a shoulder before a one count. Anderson takes a knee and starts clubbing his opponents face, backs into the ropes, then comes off and lands a Leg Drop. Grabbing Bel by his head, Anderson lifts his opponent up for a Vertical Suplex, holds him there for several moments before turning it into a Hip Toss!

Once more he goes for a cover but Bel has a leg on the ropes. Gravedigger drives a knee into the Vagrant Hero’s face, runs onto the ropes and hits a Running Leg Drop. Bel grabs the ropes, using them to get up, but his opponent doesn’t let up as he clubs Bel viciously over the back. The Third City Saint stands up, but Gravedigger tosses him head first into the turnbuckle. He begins kicking and stomping away on his opponent, however Bel doesn’t go down.

Joe Aiello: Bel Biggz hasn’t got ANY offence in! His opponent is just beating him like Bel owes him serious money.

Jeremy Piven: How do we know that Dennis Anderson isn’t owed serious money by Bel Biggz from their past? How do we know Bel didn’t piss in Gravedigger’s tank in the past when he was coked out his mind? Just saying, food for thought.

Gravedigger grabs his opponent, whips him into an opposing corner hard. Bel leans back as the Walking Nightmare charges him and attempts a full body Splash, but Bel manages to get a foot up repelling his attacker. Biggz gets onto the second rope and attempts an Axe Handle, but Anderson catches him in mid-flight, flips him into a Powerslam position, spins around three times and smashes his opponent hard into the canvass. The crowd feels the pain for Bel, as his opponent goes for a pin!

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Joe Aiello: Oh God, Bel Biggz has taken such a beating. How much more does he have in him? I don’t even think he can win!

Jeremy Piven: That’s because HE CAN’T! Gravedigger has done just that, dug a grave for Bel Biggz and is going to bury him alive!


Not letting up, Gravedigger picks his opponent up, shakes him awake and head butts him. The crowd boos loudly as he goes for a Lariat but attempts the SIX FEET UNDER! but after the third Power Bomb, BEL ESCAPES! He then hits a Hammerlock into a Small Package! Gravedigger struggles as the referee drops!

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The crowd explodes in cheers and applauds as Bel releases the move and nearly collapses against the bottom turnbuckles. The referee raises his hand.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, the Third City Saint BEL BIGGZ!

Winner: Bel Biggz

Jeremy Piven: How did that happen! I refuse to believe what I just saw! Someone call Mythbusters!

Joe Aiello: I don’t believe it either but I just saw it! Bel Biggz was dominated this whole match and took a big gamble and it totally paid off!

Electric Light Orchestra’s “Fire On High” stops playing as Gravedigger viciously attacks Bel Biggz. The referee calls for the bell and tries separating but Dennis has none of it and delivers a vicious Clothesline From Hell on the referee. Bel tries rolling away but Gravedigger kicks him out the ring as “Graveyard Symphony” begins playing while Bel escapes the monster.

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The scene cuts to Joey Orsome's locker room where he's seen getting ready for his pending main event match, he's just got out of the shower after his antics earlier tonight. He's wrapped in just a plain white towel as Co-GM Ashton Daniels walks into his locker room.

Joey Orsome: Dude, I could've been naked... I know your the boss but knock next time yeah.

Ashton Daniels: My bad Joe, I'm here because...

Orsome bluntly cuts him off.

Joey Orsome: Oh I know why you're here! You're here for two reasons ... to suspend me for what I did to that prick Ferguson earlier and take me out of the main event because of it, and to accuse me of attacking Xander Kage tonight! Well for your second accusation, it wasn't me - I wasn't even in the building then, but as for Fergi, go on then do it... but you're be losing your biggest asset.

Ashton Daniels: Whoa, just chill man, I'm not here to suspend you or anything, and, I actually agree that Ferguson had exactly what was coming to him and it was about time you stepped up and showed some old school Orsome aggression! As for Xander Kage . . . to be honest, I couldn't care less if it was you or not. Screw him.

Joey Orsome: Oh shit, didn't expect that.

Ashton Daniels: I know we may have got off on the wrong foot, but I'm here because I see a lot of potential in you. You're an extreme talent, and I mean extreme in more ways than one... I want you to take that aggression you had with Ferguson in your main event tonight and make an impact.

Joey Orsome: That I'm going to do! I'm sick of people like Cannabis and Mike getting all the limelight! Starting tonight, my goal is to wreck havoc in this place, and I will get my hands on that Hardcore title!

Ashton Daniels: Prove your worth tonight Joey, because I'm sick of the likes of Bel not taking me seriously and even taking a slight bit of notice of BDC! That guy is seriously going to fuck things up for me if I let him have an inch, but, some good news came out of tonight, what with his puppy dog Xander Kage being taken out and all.

Joey Orsome: Yeah well I've had my own problems with BDC in the past. As for Kage, well I don't know the kid, and to be honest, I don't really care that much, but, to be attacked by a guy with an axe - that's some heavy shit! Anyway, sorry to be an asshole, but can I get ready for my match, it is next you know?

Ashton Daniels: Shit, yeah crack on, good luck and show me what you got. Catch ya later.

Ashton leaves with Joey continuing his pre-match preparations.

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TAG TEAM MATCH

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Joe Aiello: Welcome back to what's been an extremely emotional Monday Night Brawl! It's main event time, and what a main event we have for you tonight! We've already seen Joey Orsome tonight with that violent attack on Ferguson, and folks, we still don't have an update on Ferguson as of yet.

Jeremy Piven: It's been a roller coaster ride tonight indeed, but you're damn right in regard to this match. This has the potential to be a classic tag team match, but Orsome seems in no mood for any shit! That was pure pent up frustration and anger that he took out on Ferguson earlier.

Joey Aiello: Well we have the new Hardcore champion Kid Cannabis teaming with Jay Cee, taking on the team of the new International Champion Mike and Joey Orsome.

The lights go out in the arena until it's absolute pitch black.

Jessica Stroup: This match is scheduled for one fall and is your main event of the evening.

The glare of flash bulbs, digital cameras, and smart phones all fixed upon him makes pyro unnecessary. All you see at the beginning of the entrance ramp is a shadow in a hoodie and some smoke rising from it. All you can smell is kush and war rising from the smoke.

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.....and the new EWC Hardcore Champion.... KID CANNNNNABIS!!!!

Cannabis steps out onto the stage and takes off his warm up gear while holding his newly won Hardcore title belt over his shoulder as the Canarchists in the arena show him some love. He steps into the ring, but doesn't do his usual pacing around the ring showing slight signs of pain from last week as he awaits his tag team partner.

Jeremy Piven: That belt looks good over his shoulder! What a match last week, beating Deadeye and Orsome in the Cage of Terror match.

Joey Aiello: I can't believe he's even here after being put through a table from the second level of the cage.

"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.

Jessica Stroup: And his tag team partner, from Devon, England, weighing 225lbs...'The Elite' Jay Cee!!!

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 and looks at Cannabis and they nod at one another.

Joey Aiello: Mutual respect right there, they might not want to team together but there ready to get the job done here tonight. Jay doesn't look right though Jeremy.

Jeremy Piven: You're right Joey, but he, along with Bel Biggz were first on the scene tonight with young Kage, so it's only to be expected.

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: And their opponents, first on his 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 ring steps. Before he steps onto the steps he whips his hood from atop his head and makes his way into the ring. He climbs in and stares across the ring at the Hardcore champ and has a look of determination on his face tonight.

Piven: This kid looks ready... he had the Cage of Terror match won, and now that Sean Ferguson has been revealed as the second coming, the unknown factor isn't there any more, Joey needs to now use that to his advantage.

The mood lightens as Mackelmore & Ryan Lewis - Thriftshop hits the PA system and the new EWC International Champion dances out onto the stage. The Northern Irish fans erupt to see there favourite dancing superstar with a huge smile on his face and the International title around his waist.

Jessica Stroup: And his tag team partner, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 215lbs... the new EWC International Champion.... IT'S... MIKE!!!

He high fives fans down to the ring and slides in as Joey looks at him in disgust, Mike goes to shake Joey's hand only for Joey to ignore him. The referee gets ready and rings the bell as both Orsome and Cannabis exit the ring leaving Jay Cee and Mike to begin the match. They are both reluctant to go straight into the fight with both being very touchy and just getting their position in the ring before they both finally lock up, but an emotional Jay Cee after failing to win the title that means so much to him last week, the International title, lays a hard right hand on Mike, stunning him. Jay then kicks him in the midsection and whips Mike into the corner before tagging in Cannabis. Cannabis steps into the ring and Jay chops Mike before they both whip Mike across the ring and they hit a double clothesline in the corner. Jay exits the ring and Cannabis scoop slams Mike before going for a quick cover. He doesn't even get one before Mike kicks out and Cannabis lays a couple right hands on Mike, before whipping him into the ropes and Cannabis knocks him down with a back elbow. Cannabis then cheap shots Joey by knocking him unsuspectingly off the apron to the elation of the fans.

Joey Aiello: Orsome looks to be the chosen guy to hate on here tonight in Northern Ireland.

Jeremy Piven: That's because these Irish folks don't have the same IQ level as the Republican's down south of Ireland.

Cannabis looks over the ropes at Orsome before turning around right into a clothesline from Mike. He then hits a swinging neckbreaker and stomps on Cannabis a bit before pulling him up to his feet and going for a suplex. Cannabis blocks it using his foot and rolls up Mike.

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Mike kicks out after just one and gets up quickly to thesz press Cannabis followed by several right hands. Mike whips him into the turnbuckle and tags in Orsome who's now back on the apron and he steps into the ring and violently elbows Cannabis in the side of the head a couple times as Mike exits the ring. Cannabis stumbles out of the corner and Joey hits a side slam before taunting Jay Cee who's waiting patiently to get back into the match. Joey stomps Cannabis and then pulls him up, he hits a snap suplex and goes for a quick cover.

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Cannabis kicks out at one once again. Orsome turns Cannabis onto his front and drops a knee to the lower back of Cannabis who screams in pain.

Joe Aiello: Smart Joey, he's seen that Cannabis must still be in some pain from the cage match last week and he's targeting it.

Joey gets down to Cannabis' level and digs his elbow into the lower back of Cannabis and the ref checks for a submission.

Jeremy Piven: Wow a bit of originality here from Orsome.

Cannabis reaches the ropes and the break is called by the ref and Joey pulls up Cannabis and whips him into the ropes. Jay Cee makes a flying tag on Cannabis as he hits the ropes and Joey hits a powerslam on Cannabis, but Jay is quickly on Joey with a forearm to the back of his head.

Joe Aiello: Here we go! The first time these guys have been in the ring together since the reopening of the EWC. This is what I've been waiting for!

Jeremy Piven: Old rivalries reborn right now in front of us.

Jay plants a sleeper hold on Joey and locks it in pretty tight, Joey's arms begin flying everywhere in an attempt to get Cee off him. Then Orsome flings Jay over his head releasing the hold and Orsome nails a dropkick on Jay. He whips Jay into the turnbuckle with Mike on the apron and Joey connects with a clothesline. Mike wants a tag from Joey, but he refuses to the annoyance of Mike and Joey whips Jay into the ropes and goes for a back body drop, but Jay puts the breaks on and hits a single arm DDT. The fans begin an "ORSOME SUCKS" chant and Mike begins dancing to it at ringside as Cannabis looks across at him with a look of disdain on his face. Jay goes for a sharpshooter on Joey, who doesn't allow himself to turn onto his front and manages to kick Jay away, Joey gets up and Jay hits a spear on him.

Jeremy Piven: Oh shit, out of nowhere.

Jay hooks the leg of Joey and the ref gets down for the count.

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Mike enters the ring the break up the count and the ref tries to get him out as Cannabis hops into the ring and double teams Joey with Jay as they hit a double suplex on him. Cannabis rolls out of the ring with Mike struggling to explain to the ref the goings on in the ring.

Joe Aiello: Oh come on referee, have a brain.

Jeremy Piven: Shut up Joe, Mike was the one who broke up the count to begin with.

Jay goes to the second rope on the turnbuckle and waits for Joey to turn to him and as he does Jay jumps off with a cross body attack. He goes over and tags in Cannabis and they whip Joey into the ropes and hits a double clothesline. Cannabis sets up Joey for a Cradle Piledriver, but Joey counters and gets behind Cannabis and goes for a German suplex, but Cannabis blocks it and reverses backing Joey into the corner and throwing left and right elbows to the head of Joey. Mike is desperately reaching out to try and get the tag, but Cannabis is controlling Joey in the corner. Cannabis hits a full nelson slam on Joey into the middle of the ring and he goes for the cover.

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Joey kicks out and Cannabis drags him up and whips him into Jay's corner and makes the tag. Jay enters the ring and Cannabis hits a scoop slam on Orsome as Jay climbs the turnbuckle and drops a leg drop onto Joey. He hooks his leg.

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Joey gets his shoulder up in the nick of time. Mike is now screaming at Joey and starting to lose his cool on the apron as fans actually start chanting for Joey just so that Mike can get into the ring. Jay grabs Joey's head and bounces it off the turnbuckle cover before whipping him into the ropes and goes for a spinebuster but as he lifts Joey he counters it into a DDT, spiking Jay's head to the mat.

Joe Aiello: Both men are down and Mike is literally bouncing up and down on the apron reaching in as far as he can to make the tag.

Jeremy Piven: Jay's also looking for a tag to Cannabis, the race is on.

Both men start to crawl to their respective corners and Jay makes the tag to Cannabis as Joey dives for the tag to Mike who finally gets back into the ring and he hits Cannabis hard with a clothesline and as he gets back up Mike connects with a dropkick. Cannabis is up quickly again and Mike hits a drop toe hold on Cannabis. Jay comes in to attack Mike, but he turns and uses Jay's momentum to toss him over the top rope to the floor outside. Cannabis turns to Mike straight into an inverted atomic drop and then a clothesline. Mike goes for the cover.

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Kick out by Cannabis. Mike doesn't let up and whips Cannabis into the ropes, but runs with him and as Cannabis hits the ropes Mike suddenly clotheslines him over the ropes to the outside. Mike is left standing in the ring as Joey staggers himself to his feet and looks at Mike who smiles at him. Mike doesn't get one back in return as Joey heads out of the ring and goes to whip Jay Cee into the steel steps, but Jay reverses it and sends Joey back first into the steel steps. Mike slides out of the ring and grabs Cannabis and goes to roll him back into the ring, but Cannabis knee's Mike in the midsection before sending him head first into the ring post. Cannabis sends Mike back into the ring where Jay is waiting for him although the ref is trying to get Jay out. Cannabis slides in and complains at the ref to get out of the way and both men go to double team Mike.

Joe Aiello: There two to their credit have worked much better as a team, I mean it's not Mike's fault, it's down to Joey, but it's costing them right now.

Jeremy Piven: I don't blame Joey though, he's been told to tag with this prancing joke of an International champ.

Cannabis sets up Mike and holds him in the powerbomb position as Jay hits the ropes and runs at them and hits a running neckbreaker as Cannabis drops the powerbomb.

Joe Aiello: Great double team move from Jay and Kid.

Jay steps out of the ring leaving Cannabis to make the cover on Mike. The ref drops down to make the count.

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Joey pulls the referee's legs and the ref falls out of the ring onto the floor and Joey gets into the ring. Jay goes for a clothesline but Joey ducks and takes out Cannabis with a low dropkick who was just stepping into the ring. Joey turns and goes for a cross body on Jay who catches him and powerslams him. Jay climbs the top rope and goes for a J Sault and connects perfectly landing on Joey who rolls out of the ring holding his stomach. Cannabis slides into the ring and takes out the back of Mike's leg as he was about to hit Jay. They hit a double team suplex on Mike and Cannabis locks in SOUR DIESEL on Mike, Jay looks on and goes to try and revive the referee as Mike begins to tap out to Cannabis. Cannabis gets up in delight only to notice Jay on the outside shouting in to him that the ref is out. They start screaming up the ramp to get another ref down here. We see Joey looking under the ring for something with Jay and Can caught up with what's happening in the ring. Jay gets into the ring and goes for the ELITEMINATION on Mike, but Joey slides into the ring and punches Cannabis knocking him out cold. Jay hits the move on Mike but straight after Joey punches Jay sending him down to the mat and out cold as well.

Joe Aiello: What the hell!

The fans begin going nuts once Joey raises his hand revealing brass knuckles on his right hand. He takes them off and throws them out of the ring and he goes to gets the ref and rolls him into the ring. Joey sets up Cannabis for A VIEW TO KILL and hits it with perfection, he then drapes Mike's arm over Cannabis and starts yelling in the referee's face to count.

Jeremy Piven: Yes Joey, you fucking genious!

Joe Aiello: What! How can you say that... not this way!

The referee slowly struggles to make the count.

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Mackelmore & Ryan Lewis - Thriftshop hits the PA system and the arena is filled with boos ringing throughout the arena as Joey begins laughing hysterically.

Joe Aiello: The kids gone mad Jeremy!

Joey starts taunting the Irish fans who can't believe the misjusice they've just witnessed. Joey climbs out of the ring and goes over to Jessica Stroup demanding she announce the winners. She reluctantly asks for the bell to officially ring and announces it as requested.

Jessica Stroup: Here are your winners... MIKE and JOEY ORSOME!!!

Winners: Joey Orsome & Mike

The music cuts as Orsome grabs the chair Jessica was sat on and folds it up and heads to the ring, he slides in and Jay Cee who has a bleeding nose from the shot with the brass knuckles uses the ropes to get up only to turn into a shocking chair shot to the head from Orsome, who starts screaming obscenities at Jay.

Joey: I'm the top fucking dog in this company Jay! I will be the first EWC Champion... not you!

Mike gets to his feet after realising they got the win, but Joey snaps and smashes Mike over the head with the chair as well as the fans begin throwing things in the ring at Joey. Joey demands an official pass him the two respective title belts. He stands above Mike, Cannabis and Jay in the ring holding both the International and Hardcore title belts above his head. The crowd start throwing debris at him, but he just laughs at them

Joey Orsome: And another thing for all you fucking losers out there . . . I KNOW WHO ATTACKED XANDER KAGE!!!!

With that, Joey drops the mic on the apron, and leaves the ring.

Joe Aiello: OH MY GOD, WHAT A BOMBSHELL!!!

Jeremy Piven: WHAT, HE CAN'T LEAVE IT LIKE THAT!!!

There is a strange atmosphere in Belfast as Brawl goes off the air.

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