MNB #408 - ST. PETERSBURG

[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 408



^{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 Ice Palace Arena in St. Petersburg, Russia

EWC BRAWL
September 2nd 2013
Live From The Ice Palace Arena, St. Petersburg, Russia
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

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PRE-SHOW DARK MATCH
JONATHAN CROSS
Vs
CAMRYN SMITH

Before Brawl comes on the air, Jonathan Cross and Camryn Smith are facing each other in the middle of the ring. Camryn Smith gives a reasonably good account of himself, but Jonathan Cross is the one that really shines here. He is technically better gifted, and shows his dominance in an exciting show of skill and finesse. The crowd are giving both guys support, but they are far more in Cross's corner, and Cross takes full advantage if this, and ends up hitting his finishing move on Smith, and getting the three count!

The crowd cheer as Cross celebrates in the middle of the ring, and Jessica Stroup announces him as the winner.

Winner: Jonathan Cross







"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 Ice Palace is electrifying. Spotlights circle around the arena as the 14,000 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

Joe Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to St. Petersburg, Russia, as the EWC European tour picks up even more steam!

Jeremy Piven: And I'll tell you all something, the bitches in Russia are H.O.T!!!

Joe Aiello: Unlike your heart Jeremy, which is ice C.O.L.D.

Jeremy Piven: What you need Joe is a vibrator and a life.

Joe Aiello: Classy Jeremy, and while I don't usually bite at your nonsensical drunken ramblings, I have to remind you that I have a penis.

Jeremy Piven: More of a mangina to be honest, but who gives a fuck.

Joe Aiello: I'm not listening to you Jeremy, so I'm going to do my job and only talk to you when necessary.

Jeremy Piven: Well fuck you very much Joe!

As Jeremy and Joey argue, the X-Tron flares up, and we go to the arena's parking lot, where we find Derek Wellings arriving late from Pulkovo Airport. A window is wide open and Derek is heard swearing as he cannot find a good space, however he notices a Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren Roadster. Next to it is an empty spot; Derek quickly pulls in and avoids missing it, but barely. Suddenly, Derek opens the door quickly realizing how late he is/The door slams hard into the Mercedes-Benz, leaving a mark, Derek leans over and checks around to see he’s alone save the camera man.

Derek Wellings: Hate to be this shmuck, what a freaking loser. I mean seriously, who would park in this space knowing I haven’t arrived yet?

Derek looks up to see “RESERVED FOR PRESIDENT DANNY MAC”. Realizing he’s in trouble, Derek leaves the scene, but is jumped by Elemental X! Several stage hands see what’s going on and one of them runs to break it up. Spazz slaps a headlock on and begins choking Derek as Mike Corral clubs Derek’s back and Charlie Feigel kick him in between the legs. Element X throws Derek into the Aston Martin Vanquish, breaking a light. Before Derek can get too hurt or the Vanquish wrecked, more security run out, along with the familiar face of one time Brawl and Rampage general manager, Steven Xavier!

Jeremy Piven: Holy shit, that's Steven Xavier!

Joe Aiello: Wow, what is he doing here?

Corral dodges them and runs back into the building; while Spazz and Feigel battle with security. Xavier checks on Derek, while even more security storm on to the situation and manages to overpower the remaining members of Element X.

Steven Xavier: Derek, are you okay?

Derek Wellings: Yeah, I’m fine, but who the hell are you?

Steven Xavier: Name's Xavier, Steven Xavier to be exact, but that's not what's important right now. To cut a long story short mate, I'm in charge tonight, ok?

Derek obviously doesn't understand, so just shrugs.

Steven Xavier: Good enough. Now, if you are sure you are fine, you need to get ready for your match. As for you two, Spazz and Charlie Feigel, I want the two of you to GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BUILDING! If I see either of one of you two here tonight, I will fire you BOTH on the spot. Security, get them the Hell out of here!

Joe Aiello: For the second week in a row, we have a brutal attack on one of our roster members. I can't wait for BDC to get back so that things can start to get back to normal.

Jeremy Piven: Oh yeah, like he's going to do anything, and besides, if Xavier is here, does that mean BDC is sacked as GM? Oh God, I hope so!

Joe Aiello: No, I've just received official word that Steven Xavier is simply standing for BDC until we finish the European tour, due to BDC not being able to fly.

Jeremy Piven: That news has made me erect.

Joe Aiello . . .

Jeremy Piven: Yay, I made you speechless! And on that note folks, we'll be right back after these commercial breaks.



» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

[President Mac]

SHOW OPENER
STEEL CAGE MATCH
DEREK WELLINGS
Vs
MIKE CORRAL

This Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage 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 is your opening contest of the evening and it is a steel cage match. Victory can be obtained either by pinfall, submission, or by escaping the cage. 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.

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

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

Joe Aiello: Welcome to Monday Night Brawl! Tonight we start with a potential main event. Take a look above the ring these two men are currently in, Jeremy.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, I see it. It’s a steel cage, so what?

Joe Aiello: That, Jeremy, is an insurance policy. As soon as it lowers down, Element X, Anger Management, or anyone are going to have a very hard time interfering in this contest between Mike Corral and Derek Wellings. Last week, Derek Wellings and Anger Management scored a huge victory over Element X. Since then Element X’s stability has been called into question. Feigel has stepped back to strategize, Spazz’s contract status is in question, and Mike Corral has openly vented his frustration about this situation. Get this, Bottomline host Eric Steel, a lock for this group has even said they’re not the ones who need him and not the other way around!

Jeremy Piven: Fair weather fan, pfft.

The cage lowers from the rafters and encloses the two men in the steel mesh walls. Referee Paul Turner calls for the bell and we begin. They lock up and Wellings goes into beast mode and shoves Mike to the ground. Mike is back, lock up, and gets pushed down once again. Corral, humiliated by this display of power, rushes to his feet and slaps the taste out of Wellings mouth! Derek’s response? He buries a shoulder into his gut and rams him into the corner. Repeatedly, he strikes with his shoulder into Mike’s abdomen. Irish whip out of the corner … into the opposite one … Corral catches himself before he hits it chest first and starts to climb up the turnbuckle and the wall of the cage!

Joe Aiello: Mike wants to end it quick and put himself and Element X back on the map!

Jeremy Piven: Nice of Derek to give him the assist then!

Wellings realizes what happens and goes after him. Corral is up on the top of cage wall flat on the steel railing around the top. He puts bottom half on the outside of the cage before Wellings grabs a handful of Corral’s trunks. He seats Mike on the top turnbuckle and then pulls him off over his shoulders and drops him with a running powerslam! Mike gets up slowly and doesn’t have a chance when Welling gets a running start, springs off the ropes, and gives Mike a vicious lariat! Wellings goes for the pin – the other way to win this bout.

Turner counts.

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Mike quickly rolls his shoulder up!

Joe Aiello: Mike Corral needs to get his head into the match before Wellings runs away with this one!

Wellings stands Corral up and slams him head first into the top turnbuckle cover. Wellings lays into Mike with punches and kicks to the gut, forcing Mike into a seated and very beat down position in the corner. Forcing Mike to exert energy, he drags him to the middle of the ring and then whips him into the ropes. As Mike comes back, he counters the back body drop attempt with a kick to the sternum. Mike tries to go on the offensive here and Wellings sidesteps and then helps Mike to the wall by tossing him over the top rope and into the wall. The cage wall buckles and shakes from the impact.

Jeremy Piven: Wellings is just testing out the durability of our equipment tonight. Mike seems to be a great crash test dummy.

Wellings stays on it and continues to get some more sweet revenge on Element X as he sticks his boot on Corral’s neck, forcing his body against the unforgiving chainlink. Wellings asks Mike if he liked that and says hes going on another ride. He grabs him by the back of the skull, and runs him into the other side of the cage for a repeat performance. One more time he shouts to the amusement of the fans before he slams Mike into a third side of the steel cage.

Joe Aiello: Derek Wellings has really got his game together. It’s almost like these attacks by Element X have made him stronger and more focused.

Wellings drags Mike’s body to the center of the ring and drags him to his feet. He scoops him up looking to drop him the reverse DDT variation he likes to call Basic Training. As he drops him down in the reverse facelock, Mike jabs Wellings in the throat out of desperation, spins out of the hold and clocks Wellings with Final Fantasy!

Jeremy Piven: Whoa, out of nowhere! I think that kick may have knocked out what little brain cells Wellings had!

Corral stumbles to his feet and knows that it’s too early to get the three of Wellings so he screams at the referee on the outside to open the door for him. Mike goes to walk out the cage for the victory but Wellings grabs onto his ankle. Corral tries to hop out of it but can’t break free. He turns around and grabs onto Wellings legs to perhaps lack in a submission to wear down and perhaps cripple his opponent. Perhaps a boston crab to target the lower back but Wellings punches him right in the face and he goes flying back through the open door.

The crowd noise intensifies as Mike’s upper half Is outside of the cage as legs are helplessly caught in the ropes.

Joe Aiello: For the second time tonight, Wellings almost handed Mike Corral an EASY victory!

Mike manages to get one leg free … he’s so close to dumping himself out of the ring for the BIG WIN! He drops and Wellings dives and grabs him by the one leg available to him. Mike desperately grabs and claws as the steel cage door, the side of the steel steps, and the floor below to gain leverage. Wellings has both feet now and now grabs at his trunks. He turns him around, Wellings body half into the ring and half on the apron near the open door. He lays punch after punch into Mike to possibly knock him out cold. Suddenly it looks like Wellings’ slips with his leg on the steel steps but it really was a clever move by Mike Corral.

Mike then grab a hold of the door and slams its weight into the exposed knee of Derek Wellings. Mike realizes that he doesn’t need to escape right now. He slams the door into his knee again as Wellings screams in agony. He drags Wellings to his feet and forces him to stand, kicking and kicking at the leg. Wellings’ big body stumbles but he still stands tall in in the end. Mike comes off the ropes and right into a sidewalk slam by Wellings. Derek holds his knee in pain and that delays the cover attempt. He hooks the leg.

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Mike Corral kicks out!

Joe Aiello: Despite that amazing counter, you can see the damage Mike has done on Wellings using that steel cage for a weapon.

Jeremy Piven: It’s all fair game, Joe. Just moments again, Derek was playing the crowd by throwing Mike’s body on each side for their amusement. It’s there to be used --- so use it.

Wellings gets to his feet, whips Mike into the corner, and limps into and still manages to clothesline Mike into the corner. Out the corner, whip, Mike counters another back body drop with a kick to the sternum, he charges … Wellings tries to lift Corral in the air for a spinebuster but Mike’s weight staggers him and Mike uses the point of his elbow to beat down on Wellings’ skull, he drops to his feet and then spikes Wellings with the Judgment DDT!

Joe Aiello: What a counter! This has to be it!

Corral covers …

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Just BARELY, Wellings kicks out!! 

Corral sizes him up perhaps looking to end this for good with Death is Welcome. He charges … and Wellings blocks it, grabbing onto his leg, lifting him into the air and then tossing him like a ragdoll into the steel cage!! Wellings can’t capitalize as he is forced to limp away to a corner and sit favoring his knee. Wellings keeps his eyes on Corral and stalks his potential victim. He shakes off the pain and charges him for a spear!

Problem is that the flesh and bone he wanted to crush wasn’t there as Corral side stepped the move. He hits all cage with an emphatic thud.

Joe Aiello: Both men are feeling the effects from this dangerous steel cage.

Jeremy Piven: Look at that dummy, Wellings he ran right into the damn thing!

A replay of the missed spear is shown as referee Turner checks on both downed men. Mike sees that Wellings hasn’t stirred a lot in the last moment or so. He scrambles to his feet and leaps to action up the steel cage wall.

He swings one leg over the top. He begins to drop down. Wellings moves towards the cage door just under Corral to win the match for himself perhaps seeing that too much damage has been done to effectively continue this fight. The door swings open and Corral’s body drops in front of Wellings who unceremoniously tosses him back into the ring!

Joe Aiello: What an ingenious move by Derek. All he has to do is step out of the cage and he’s won!

But instead, Wellings had decided to inflict more pain on Corral. The cage door closes once again as Corral runs right into overhead belly to belly suplex from Wellings. Derek signals for ARMY STRONG … he puts Corral’s head behind his legs, gut wrenches him up into the air. He tries to drop him for the powerbomb but his knee buckles and Wellings lands on the third rope and has his hands on the top wall of the steel cage!

Jeremy Piven: What’s this? The third time Wellings has gift wrapped this match to Corral?

Corral breaks free as he climbs up the cage and Wellings can only pursue with a bum knee, grabbing desperately as Corral’s boots. He drags Corral back down to the third rope where they both stand side by side. Wellings slams Corral’s face into the cage and Corrals falls back and grabs the rope as he lands on his feet …. And then crotches Wellings as well on the third rope!

Joe Aiello: Unfortunate turn of events for both men as this stops the momentum for both.

Jeremy Piven: Wellings by proxy just hit himself in the balls!

Joe Aiello: Real mature, Jeremy.

Wellings holds himself in sheer agony as Mike scales the steel cage again. It takes Mike a seemingly eternal thirty seconds to make it to the top… he swings a leg over and by that time, a desperate Wellings bad knee, hurt pride, and all, is back on the third rope hammering away at Mike, tugging him back to the match and away from apparent victory. The crowd begins to cheer as they see what Wellings may be setting up. He drags Mike’s body along the top of the wall the corner and then stands on the top turnbuckle. His back is against the cage wall and Mike’s legs dangle over him.

Mike holds on for dear life on the support cables and punches away at Wellings. Wellings goes to execute the move, he fights for as Mike rips and tears a metal ring on the support cable … but we never find out as Wellings sends him plummeting off the top rope with ARMY STRONG!

Slowly but surely, Wellings covers Corral for …

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Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match via pinfall, DEREK WELLINGS!!

The winner of this match, Derek Wellings!

Wellings barely manages to get this feet as he gets his hand raised for another victory over Element X!

Joe Aiello: Amazing opener tonight. I’m not sure what Corral was trying for in the end but imagine if it worked. We’d probably be seeing a different result now.

Jeremy Piven: Wellings got lucky that’s all. He cheated this whole match by using a weapon.

Joe Aiello: Let’s not even start this again …

The X-Tron shows a highlight reel of the steel cage match as Brawl cuts to commercial.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

[President Mac]

We come back from commercial, and Bangarang by Skrillex begins to play and the crowd get on their feet cheering as 'The Elite' Jay Cee steps onto the stage dressed in a fine grey suit. Jay is happy to be welcomed by the crowd and waves to the sold out crowd. Jay walks down the ramp high fiving and shaking the hands of members of the crowd in St Petersburg.

Jay walks up the ramp and climbs through the ropes and raises his arms much to the crowds delights. After soaking in the atmosphere for a while Jay is given a microphone.

Jay Cee: St Petersburg............Welcome to the show.

The crowd all shout along with Jay and begin to cheer at the usual cheap pop of the city name being mentioned.

Jay Cee: Wow its great to be here and if you were any closer you will see the goosebumps that welcome has just given me. I am here tonight because there are three things I need to get off my chest and you do not need to be Mike to obviously point out what these things are.

Jay pauses for a minute before carrying on.

Jay Cee: First thing is first and I will just like to say....Welcome back to the real Joey Orsome.

The crowd boo tonight’s main eventer.

Jay Cee: Welcome back because just like the rest of this crowd and the millions watching at home we were all bored with watching Joey 2013 which seems to have come with its own tampon. I am glad I see that fire in the eyes from the worlds biggest asshole but the return of this Joey Orsome has come at a price and Joey you know you can't get away with what you did to The Elite last week and Brawl and there be no consequences. Lucky for you I will let Mike handle you tonight but your time has run out with me and I will be coming for you very very soon.

The crowd cheer and start chanting Jay Cee's name.

Jay Cee: Now the second point is what happened to Xander Kage last week. Joey you claim you know who it is and you better spill the beans. I do not want to get in the middle of this clean and extreme saga but I am starting to think BDC has a point. I do not want to see the end of cage matches and I love to hit wannabes in the head with a steal chair as much as the next guy but when does it end? A talented young future champion is now fighting for his career due to the cowardly actions of an individual. Now I can talk about this all night but I will wait until we find out who this cowards is and then my actions will speak louder than words. Xander I know you will be watching at some point and I just want to say myself and St Petersburg wish you a speedy recovery. We are thinking of you mate.

The crowd are now cheering for Xander Kage which Jay applauds.

Jay Cee: Now finally you may not realise but ladies and gentlemen, we are now in September and this my friends, this is Rumble in the Bronx time.

Another loud cheer from the crowd.

Jay Cee: I bring this up because it seems everyone seems to be confused about me and what I can do. I was flicking through some EWC television when I saw Hala Abbasi tarnishing my good name. This is becoming more of a common occurrence but I am not seeing anyone testing these new theories on my ability. Well as I mentioned, now is Rumble in the Bronx season when I will go in the ring with 29 other superstars and I say this, if you think I am over-rated and if you think I am talentless then this is your time to step up and prove it. I don't care if you are Shadow man, Joey Orsome, Hala, Mike, Bel or even President Mac himself I said it two months ago and I am right here now saying it again, I will walk in to the Rumble number one, I will take on 29 other wannabes and I will walk out the number one contender for the EWC Championship.

The crowd go crazy and the Jay Cee chants begin again.

Jay Cee: The roster of the EWC..........prove it.

Jay's music plays again as Jay leaves the ring.

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ASH SCION
Vs
CHRISTIAN ROBBINS

Joe Aiello: Up next is another look at two recent signees, Ash Scion and Christian Robbins.

Jeremy Piven: Both competitors are looking for a win after both losing their debut matches last week.

Joe Aiello: Both contests were close, with Scion narrowly losing to Hala Abbasi and Robbins being cheated out of a victory by Andrew Campbell.

Jeremy Piven: Fact is, they lost Joe. And tonight, one of them is going to be a two-time loser.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…

”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.

Jessica Stroup: 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!

Jeremy Piven: Certainly a big boy, isn't he?

Joe Aiello: He certainly is. Height aside, Robbins is looking to rebound after his loss to Andrew Campbell last week, and a victory over Ash Scion might be the win he needs.

Jeremy Piven: As long as he doesn't take his eye off the ball, Robbins should be fine. Man's built like a tank, he shouldn't have too much of a problem. Then again, he shouldn't have had a problem last week...

Joe Aiello: Campbell had to cheat to win!

Jeremy Piven: But he won. That's what matters.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent...

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.

Jessica Stroup: Hailing from New York City, New York, Ash Scion!

Joe Aiello: Scion is another individual looking to recover after a loss last week.

Jeremy Piven: Oh boo freaking hoo. Losses happen in this company Joe. Ash Scion doesn't seem to be too broken up about it, she's moving on with her career.

Joe Aiello: She called last week a fluke and called Hala a... a...

Jeremy Piven: A bitch? Well maybe last week was a fluke, and maybe Hala is a bitch. Have you seen the way she interacts with people? What would you call that?

Joe Aiello: I'd say, but it's not exactly flattering.

By now, referee Paul Turner has checked both wrestlers, apparently satisfied. Turner calls for the bell as both competitors begin circling up. Robbins goes for a lock up, only for Ash to duck underneath and kick the back of Robbins' leg. Robbins turns around, looking to get a hold of Scion, but Ash ducks once again and kicks the back of Robbins' legs. Ash doesn't stop there, bouncing off the ropes and coming back with a spinning wheel kick that sends Robbins stumbling back. Robbins regains his composure and charges forward, only for Ash to slide through Robbins' legs before jumping up, connecting with a lungblower that sends the big man to the mat.

Joe Aiello: Ash Scion controlling the early moments of the match.

Jeremy Piven: She has to use her speed right now if she wants to win. If she can avoid Robbins' grasp and continue to stick and move, she has a shot.

Scion doesn't allow Robbins to rest, connecting with several stomps to keep the big man grounded. Scion backs away, seemingly measuring Robbins as he slowly makes his way to his feet. As he gets to a knee, Scion rushes forward, connecting with a yakuza kick straight on the chin that sends the big man falling to the ground once more. Apparently satisfied with her work thus far, Scion goes for a pin.



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Robbins kicks out with authority, pushing Scion off from the force. Scion simply shakes her head as she measures Robbins once more. As Robbins gets to his knees, Scion rushes forward, looking to hit the yakuza kick once more, but Robbins catches the foot before pulling her in, grabbing her in a bearhug. Robbins begins to squeeze tightly as Scion struggles, desperate to break free of the large man's grasp. As she struggles to free herself, Robbins turns his body, slamming her into the ground with a belly to belly that leaves Scion gasping for air.

Joe Aiello: And after a slow start, Robbins has gotten himself back in the game, crushing Ash Scion with a belly to belly.

Jeremy Piven: The biggest advantage he has right now is his strength. Robbins is nearly seven feet tall and is almost three hundred pounds. Scion isn't even half of Robbins' weight.

Joe Aiello: She's giving up a lot of height and strength, but don't count Ash Scion out just yet.

Robbins has taken time to shake the cobwebs out after the yakuza kick, looking to press the advantage as Scion looks to recover from the suplex. As Scion gets to her feet, Robbins wraps his arms around her, sending her back into the mat with a german suplex. Robbins keeps his arms locked as he stands up, hitting another german suplex. Once more the arms are locked as Robbins gets up one more time, hitting a third german suplex that sends Ash flying across the ring and to the outside. Robbins looks to follow Scion to the outside, but referee Paul Turner pushes him back as he begins to administer the ten count.



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Joe Aiello: We could see the match end right here after a trio of german suplexes.

Jeremy Piven: And a countout has to be just one of the worst ways to lose for someone like Ash Scion. She's trained with some of the best, and to lose like this, it has to be disheartening.


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Robbins gets the shoulder up, causing Ash to grit her teeth in frustration.

Joe Aiello: Scion beginning to fight back against the larger Robbins.

Jeremy Piven: She's using veteran instincts to weaken Robbins. Don't forget, Ash has been in this business for a while, learning under Kyle Cross. You're bound to pick up some useful tricks from a legend like him.

Ash grabs Robbins by the head and locks in a guillotine, looking to choke him out as Paul Turner stands close by, checking on RObbins' condition. Scion begins to crank on the hold as Robbins begins to struggle, looking to relieve the pressure on his throat. With a grimace, Robbins begins to stand up, taking Scion with him as he manages to get to his feet. Undeterred, Scion wraps her legs around him, looking to gain extra leverage as she continues to wrench on the neck. Robbins looks to be fading as Paul Turner checks on him, ready to signal for the bell. As Ash tries to pull back further, Robbins suddenly sprints forward, sandwiching Ash between the turnbuckles and Robbins himself. Ash lets go of the hold and stumbles out of the corner in pain, never seeing the discus clothesline from Robbins that sends her down onto the canvas. Both competitors are down on the mat as the crowd begins clapping, trying to urge the two back to their feet.

Joe Aiello: Robbins refusing to quit here, desperate to get the victory.

Jeremy Piven: But every time he gets close, Ash Scion has been able to counter and swing things in her favor.

Joe Aiello: Both competitors want to gain the victory in tonight's match. Whoever gets to their feet first may get the much needed advantage in this contest.

Both Scion and Robbins manage to make it to their feet, Ash using the turnbuckles as Robbins pushes himself off the mat. Ash is the first to strike, connecting with a forearm to the stomach. Robbins doubles over in pain as Ash connects with an enzuigiri, sending Robbins down to the mat clutching his head.

As Robbins tries to recover, Ash grabs his legs, locking in a leglock. Robbins tries to struggle before Scion manages to grab his arms, pulling back before sending Robbins crashing into the mat with the Let It Burn. Robbins looks to be out of it as Ash rolls him over, looking for the pin. As Paul Turner gets into position for the count, Ash pulls off, looking at the turnbuckle. With a grin, Ash quickly scales the turnbuckles before measuring her opponent, leaping off and connecting with Lock Up Your Sons! Ash bounces upon impact but remains atop of Robbins for the cover.




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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner.... ASH! SCION!

Joe Aiello: Huge win here for Ash Scion tonight!

Jeremy Piven: Well, if Xavier hadn't had kicked the rest of Element X out of here, I'd bet your wife's third nipple that things would have turned out differently here Joe.

Piven turns around to pick up a drink, and Aiello actually lifts his hand, as if to hit him, but changes his mind as Brawl goes to commercial.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »



ROUND 1 WILL BE ANNOUNCED
NEXT WEEK

[President Mac]

BACKSTAGE

We come back from commercial to the general ruckus of the locker room. We zoom into a corner where Deadeye and Bel, The Cartel talk strategy.

Bel: ... no, I completely understand why the "hardcore" style exists. It used to be a way of life. I get it. I even considered working for "them" in '94. But, Paul, tell, whats the point of it now?

Deadeye: To get a message across where a straight up contest wouldn't suffice.

Bel: So it's special. Or it's supposed to be. Now I see it as a way for a guy like Joey Orsome who probably doesn't actually know four holds and allows him to be a star because he knows how to really assault people with weapons. This Chuck Samuels and myself should be going hold for hold, counter for counter ... wrestling but instead it will be determined via weaponry. It's absolutely pointless, Paul.

Deadeye: It does have its place.

Bel: Oh sure, but it used to be that when you stepped inside that squared circle that you had to know your basics. A guy like Ashton Daniels doesn't know that.

Bel smirks and raises his voice above the murmor of voices.

Bel: Ashton doesn't know that because he's a moron. If he used to be in this business, if he gave his blood, sweat and tears and fought like one of us then he'd know. Ashton Daniels is probably a former marketing executive where he sold magazines to the blind. He most likely is a mark with no knowledge of the business or the consequences of his actions. He likes to take advantage of his short leash and make stupid decisions and walk around as if losing one of the guys with the most potentional I've seen get chopped up isn't a gross offense.

The noise in the room hushes, Deadeye tries to clear his throat as a sign ...

Bel: Paul, Ashton Daniels is living out his little fantasy as the "boss" while the real work gets done without him. He's a fake and I've had my fill of his inept reign of terror...

Bel turns around as Deadeye nods to Bel as another sign and Ashton is stood behind Bel with his arms crossed and an unamused look on his face.

Bel: Ah... Ashton, been there long?

A fake smile appears across Bel's face.

Ashton: Long enough! Let me get one thing straight Bel. This is no fantasy of mine, this is reality and i AM your boss! I can do what i want, when i want which is exactly why you will once again be facing a newcomer to the company making his debut, rather than main eventing. You see, i told you last week not to fuck about with me and now this.

Bel shrugs as if not to give a crap about the words coming out of Ashton's mouth.

Ashton: You will take me seriously Bel even if i have to force the respect out of you.

Bel: Paul ...

He looks at his friend and then continues to converse with him as if Ashton wasn't even there.

Bel: This whole time, Paul, Ashton has been barking about respect. He wants to make an example of me. He wants to make it seem like a punishment that I am working with new talent instead of being in the main event. We've been in this sport for a long time. Remember when we worked that show in some high school in Kentucky. It had like twelve people watching and I still curtain jerked. And then smiled when I got the 25 buck purse.

Deadeye laughs.

Deadeye: I didn't fair much better, I wrestled a guy who liked to punch people in ass as a finish. I lost that night ...

Bel: So whatever, he's going to punish me. Put me in a dark match. Make me wrestle underwater. I'll be there ... with a smile.

Ashton looks pissed and puts his hand on Bel's shoulder in an attempt to turn him around and Bel does so, meeting Daniels' gaze with steely blue resolve.

Ashton: Very funny Bel...Ok so you can handle being out of the spotlight while winning matches, well let me see you handle this...

Bel looks at Daniels' quizzically as Ashton begins to laugh.

Ashton: Whatever happens in your match with Chuck tonight, next week your going to have the beating of your life. It's going to be Bel Biggz vs Joey Orsome in a First Blood Match on Brawl.

Bel looks at Ashton and then glances at Deadeye before bursting out into laughter in Ashton's face to his distain before Bel and Deadeye walk off ignoring Ashton.

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DENNIS ANDERSON
Vs
BROCK WHITWORTH (C)

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…

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, weighing in at 336 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 Brock Whitworth

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent…

She got down on hands and knees one ear against the ground holding
her breath to hear something but the dirt made not a sound....

TONIGHT

As the opening strains of "The Dirt Whispered" by Rise Against ring out in the arena, Brock Whitworth emerges from behind the scenes and sumgly looks around the arena. He steps out onto the ramp, lets out a primal scream, smacks the floor, raises his arms, and pyro shoots off behind him.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing, weighing in at 230 lbs. Standing 6'3" tall, "The Pride of Brisbane" Brock Whitworth!!

Brock makes his way down to the ring, ignoring every fan on the way there. He hops up onto the apron, climbs through the ropes and scrambles up a turnbuckle, and snarls at the crowd, all of whom boo their discontent. Brock pays no mind to this and heads to the center of the ring, where he hops up and down, waiting for the match to begin.

The bell rings as Whitworth attempts to lock up with Anderson. Anderson uses his powerful strength to push him back, almost out of the ring. A creepy smirk crawled up on his face. Whitworth looks on in disbelief as he rushes up to Anderson and he attempts to lock up again. This time he has in a tight headlock. Whitworth is seen struggling to keep the hold on. Anderson seems to be unfazed by the headlock attempt by Whitworth. He lifts Anderson up and throws him half way across the ring. Whitworth looks up in shock again as Anderson quickly comes to Whitworth, picking him up. He sends knee after knee directly for Whitworth’s gut with aggression. He then hits an elbow to Whitworth’s back with aggression. Anderson grabs Whitworth as he then hits a suplex with aggression and force.

Joe Aiello: What domination in the early going of the match by Gravedigger

Jeremy Piven: I’m kind of scared Joe… I mean even his creepy presence gives me the chills.

Anderson grabs Brock Whitworth, forcefully whipping him into the turnbuckle. He picks up Whitworth yet again and he delivers a massive clothesline, pretty much beheading Whitworth. Anderson gets Whitworth up on his feet as he then hits a swinging neckbreaker with dominating force. Anderson quickly goes for a cover, hooking the leg.



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Anderson picks Whitworth right up as he then lifts him up for a powerslam but Whitworth slips out of the powerslam as he then gets behind Anderson. He hits a german suplex with devastating intention. Whitworth’s surprised by the fact that he picked up Anderson. He grabs Anderson by the head as he hits a European uppercut. He then backs up from Anderson and he delivers a standing dropkick, dropping Anderson right on his back. The fans seem like they are very surprised by this as they couldn’t know whether to cheer or boo, so they chose the latter. Whitworth gets Anderson up on his feet as he then hits a full nelson suplex, pretty much using all of his strength just to get Anderson up. Whitworth gets on the turnbuckle as he hits him with an elbow drop straight to the heart.

Joe Aiello: What a rain of offense by Brock Whitworth! And what massive strength he’s showing against the 336 pound monster!

Jeremy Piven: I don’t know how he did it but he managed to get the monster off of his feet a couple of times… I think like everyone else, I would like to know his secret.

Joe Aiello: So would I Jeremy… So would I…

Brock Whitworth gets Dennis Anderson up off of his feet as he then backs up, hitting him with a clothesline but it didn’t budge. He then hits him with another clothesline, but like the last one it didn’t budge. Brock Whitworth just shrugs as he then lifts him up for a spinebuster with massive aggression. The crowd is absolutely hyped up by the action of this contest it seems as Whitworth gets Anderson up off his feet. Whitworth then gets Anderson up by the head as Whitworth attempts to get him on his shoulder for a power slam but Anderson uses his weight to put Whitworth under him, almost crushing him. Anderson walks over to Whitworth to attempt to pick him up but Whitworth hits the small package and goes over with a pin.




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Anderson powers out as he’s frustrated that it was almost the end. Anderson gets up and he picks up Whitworth, placing him on his shoulders as he hits him with a devastating Samoan Drop. Anderson then picks up Whitworth as he then places him in a powerbomb position. Whitworth then reverses it into a sitout facebuster position, hitting him with impact. Whitworth gets Anderson up off of the mat as he then attempts the powerslam that he tried for earlier in the match. He hits the powerslam with aggression, obviously excited that he did it. Whitworth makes the cover yet again.



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Anderson powers out as Whitworth continues to get frustrated. Whitworth picks up Anderson but Anderson spaces out and he hits a superkick straight to Whitworth’s face, laying him out. Anderson then picks up Whitworth, hitting a backbreaker with brute force, more so than before. He then picks up Whitworth again, hitting one of his signature moves called Last Rites which was hit with impact.


1st alternative: Anderson hits a legdrop to Whitworth with devastating force. He then signals the end is near as he lifts Whitworth up. He hits his finisher, Six Feet Under, floating over after hitting it with rapid force.


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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, “THE GRAVEDIGGER” DENNIS ANDERSOONNNNNNN!

Jeremy Piven: Well I ain't saying he's a Graevdigger!

Joe Aiello: I beg your pardon?

Jeremy Piven: Well he ain't playing with no broke, bro, no.

Joe Aiello: Are you feeling ok?

Jeremy Piven: You are nothing but a completely demented fuckwit, do you know that. Fuck you, and let's go to commercials!

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[President Mac]

HALA ABBASI
Vs
ERIC STEEL

Joe Aiello: Up next is a rather personal match between Hala Abbasi and the host of Bottomline, Eric Steel!

Jeremy Piven: It's spilled over into Twitter, it's spilled over into Bottomline, and hopefully after tonight, it comes to an end.

Joe Aiello: It's spilled over into Twitter?

Jeremy Piven: Just search up "#EricSteelSucks" if you don't believe me Joe.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…

"Welcome To My Hood" plays out throughout the PA system as Eric Steel walks out of the curtains, immediately being showered by boos from the crowd. Red and white pyro begins to flare up as Steel raises his arms. 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: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 232 pounds. He is The Lone Soldier..... ERIC! STEEEEEL!

Jeremy Piven: That's what I like about Steel. Look at him. He's not worried about his opponent, because he's got this in the bag.

Joe Aiello: He had an impressive win over Oliver Bailey, but this is a new opponent. And if Steel overlooks her, he could be in for a long night.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent...

“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.

Abbasi looks at Steel, who returns her look with a nonchalant shrug before pushing himself out of the corner. Abbasi cracks her neck before beginning to circle up as referee Paul Turner signals for the bell.

*DING DING DING!*

Steel and Abbasi finally lock up, and Steel uses his weight advantage to get her in a headlock. Steel begins to crank on the hold as Abbasi struggles a bit, looking to escape Steel's clutched. Abbasi manages to counter into a hammerlock, only for Steel to spin out into a wristclutch. Not to be denied, Abbasi rolls through and knips up, connecting with a forearm that sends Steel stumbling back! Abbasi continues to press the advantage, connecting with a running crossbody that takes Steel off his feet. Abbasi tries to get into full mount, but Steel pushes her off before getting to his feet as Abbasi does the same. Hala smirks at Steel, who simply scowls as the two begin to circle up once again.

Joe Aiello: Hala showing what she's capable of in the early minutes of this match.

Jeremy Piven: I'll admit, she's doing alright. But knowing Steel, he's not going to take this lightly.

Hala and Steel lock up again, only for Steel to use his weight advantage to send Hala into the turnbuckle. Paul Turner comes in to separate the two, but misses Steel catching Hala with a chap shot. Steel backs up as Hala tries to recover, charging in only for Hala to leap up and onto Steel for a roll through, but Steel catches Hala and slams her down onto the mat, making sure to mug for the crowd as Hala slowly gets up. Steel tries to go for a German Suplex, but Hala counters with several back elbows, causing Steel to release the hold. Hala runs towards the ropes, looking to build momentum, but Steel is able to catch Hala with a running knee that sends Hala back to the mat.

Jeremy Piven: What did I tell you? Once he got his head in the game, Steel has been controlling this match.

Joe Aiello: It certainly is a back and forth affair. Tremendous showing by both competitors in the early goings of the match.

Steel gets Hala up and locks in a Cravate, quickly flipping Hala over for a Cravate neckbreaker. Steel keeps the hold and sinches it in harder, bringing Hala up again! Steel lifts for a Cravate Suplex, but Hala fights out of it, elbowing Steel in the ribs. Hala connects with a legsweep that sends Steel to the mat before getting up, quickly getting into position as Steel shakes the cobwebs out. As Steel tries to stand, Hala rushes forward, connecting with a Shining Wizard that takes him back down. Hala falls through with the move, quickly getting into full mount while Steel is still disoriented before connecting with several rights and lefts, using her background in Muay Thai to weaken the host of Bottomline. Steel manages to break free and goes right out of the ring, completely taken off his game.

Steel tries to recover from the assault inside the ring, but barely gets a second of rest before Hala dives through the ropes, connecting with an Elbow Suicida that sends Steel flying back into the guardrail. Meanwhile, Hala has landed on her feet and has now grabbed Steel, pushing him back into the ring. Hala rolls in and goes for a cover.

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Steel kicks out, keeping his chances in this contest alive. Hala shakes her head as she measures Steel, wanting him to rise. Steel gets to his knees as Hala goes for a roundhouse kick, but Steel ducks underneath before grabbing the foot. Hala has no time to react as Steel wrenches the foot in a toe hold! Hala groans in pain trying to stay on her feet, but Steel gets up and shoves her down, and completes it with a Spinning Toe Hold, forcing the weight down on the prone Hala, who tries to fight out of it. Steel spins out back into the Toe Hold again, he steps over Hala, releases it and rolls him through, and grabs him in an Inverted Cravate, and spins her right down onto his knee! He does it again, and again! Hala looks like a Yo Yo right now! Steel releases the hold and pulls Hala up, drilling her back down into the mat with a DDT. Steel rolls Hala over, going for the pin.


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Hala manages to kick out, causing Steel to shake his head now. Steel grabs Hala up and gets her in a Firemans Carry position, looking to do damage. Steel looks to go for a Finlay Roll, only for Hala to slip behind him and bring him down with a legsweep! Hala has a hold of Steel as she brings her knees up, connecting with several shots right to the face of Steel. After a few shots, Hala goes into the full mount once more, this time beginning to headbutt Steel! Blow after blow comes raining down as Hala is determined to end this match!

Joe Aiello: Hala Abbasi looking to make a statement right here Jeremy!

Jeremy Piven: I'll give her credit, it's certainly an interesting way to try and finish a match. You won't see many people, male or female, try to end a match like this!

Joe Aiello: Hala is determined to walk out of here with a victory tonight. And she won't let anyone stand in her way.


Hala continues her assault as Steel tries to use what strength he has left to get closer and closer to the ropes. As Steel inches closer, Hala rolls backwards, ending up in the open guard before pulling Steel back into the center of the ring. Thinking quickly, Steel springs up, catching Hala in a small package!



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Hala breaks out of the hold. Steel begins to stay on offense, grabbing onto the damaged leg of Hala before locking in an ankle lock! Hala grits her teeth in pain as she tries to scramble towards the ropes, looking to escape the hold. Steel won't have any of it, dropping down into a grapevine on the leg, forcing the pressure to be even greater. Hala pounds the mat in agony as Paul Turner comes towards her, asking if she wants to give up. With a defiant "NO!", Hala begins crawling towards the ropes, dragging the larger Steel with her along the way. Despite her anti-American views, the crowd begins to rally behind Hala, desperate for her to reach the ropes and continue this match. As she gets closer, Steel quickly transitions into the STF, wrenching back on the hold! Hala pounds the mat in agony as she continues to get closer and closer, the crowd cheering her the entire way. Finally, Hala reaches a hand out.... and makes the ropes! Paul Turner begins counting, forcing Steel to relinquish the hold as Hala tries to recover.

Joe Aiello: And a strong showing from Hala right there!

Jeremy Piven: From Hala? How about some applause for Eric Steel? He almost made the Tehran Terror tap out!

Joe Aiello: Eric Steel is definitely a technical wrestler, and I certainly didn't mean to take anything away from him. But like her or not, Hala showed a tremendous amount of courage right there.

Jeremy Piven: I'll save the applause for the winner, whoever he or she might be.

Hala makes her way to a standing base, clearly feeling the effects of the submissions as she shakes her leg, trying to get feeling back in it. Paul Turner tries to check on her, but gets shoved to the side as Steel pounces, connecting with several knees to the midsection before whipping her into the ropes. Steel goes for a clothesline, only for Hala to duck underneath and come off the ropes, catching Steel with another running crossbody! Hala makes sure to land hard, driving the wind out of Steel as she rolls to the side, favoring her leg. Hala gets to her feet, letting out a yell as she rushes forward, connecting with a Shining Wizard before going for a pin.



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Steel kicks out! Hala can't believe it as she looks tyo Paul Turner for confirmation, almost certain that it was a three.

Joe Aiello: Hala was sure that would be it!

Jeremy Piven: She almost made a believer out of me! Steel looks out of it in that ring!

Hala mutters to herself before grabbing Steel, pulling him up to a vertical base. Hala begins to connect with several forearm shots before grabbing STeel, looking for the Bloodsport Slam! As she goes to lift him, her leg buckles underneath her, causing Hala to release the hold and clutch her leg in pain. As she gets back up, Steel catches her out of nowhere, looking to hit her with the Steel Cutter, only for Hala to shove Steel to the ground. As Steel tries to get up, Hala rushes forward, connecting with the Tehran Traingle! Steel begins flailing around as Hala begins to add pressure to the hold, ignoring the pain in her leg as she locks her legs tighter. Steel flails around, desperate to get to the ropes, but Hala continues to add pressure, determined to choke Steel out. Finally, weakly, Steel taps out.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, "The Tehran Terror".... HALA! ABBAAAASSI!

Hala releases the hold, lying on the mat for several seconds before wearily getting to her feet. Just as they did last week, the crowd applauds Hala for her efforts in the match as Paul Turner raises her hand.

Joe Aiello: And the winning streak of Eric Steel ends at the hands of Hala Abbasi!.

Jeremy Piven: There were plenty of times where it might have gone either way, but I'm a man of my word. Congratulations to Hala Abbasi.

Joe Aiello: She's had a terrific start here in the EWC. Could we see her enter Rumble In The Bronx and walk out as the winner?

Jeremy Piven: If she shows the same type of skill she showed tonight, anything's a possibility. Anyway, commercial time . . . AGAIN!!!!

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[President Mac]

MADDAWG (C)
Vs
ANDREW CAMPBELL

Joe Aiello: Well, things are certainly heating up here in the EWC!

Jeremy Piven: Thank you Captain Obvious.. If I have a nickel for every stupid thing you’ve said… I would have me a prostitute by now.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one hall, introducing first…

The opening guitar chords of "Hero" by Skillet begins 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.

Jessica Stroup: From Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 260 pounds… ANDREW CAMPBELLLLLL!

Jeremy Piven: This company has just been signing new guys left and right.

Joe Aiello: We’re always looking for new talent… We also need a new commentator for Brawl…

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

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from DawgPound, USA now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada… weighing in at 254 pounds… He is one half of EWC World Tag Team champions and one half of Anger Management… MADDAWWWGGGGGG!

The referee in charge makes sure that both men are not carrying any weapons with in their wrestling gear. Once nothing was found, the bell rings for the match to officially start. The two men circle around the ring as they start off grappling each other. Andrew Campbell being the stronger man makes an advancement by placing a headlock right on MadDawg. MadDawg clearly seems to be struggling to get out of the headlock. MadDawg grabs one of Campbell’s arms, wringing it to the point where he gets out of the headlock. Campbell forces himself loose, looking at MadDawg with surprise.

Joe Ailleo: What a grappling start off to begin the match!

Jeremy Piven: Looks like Campbell wanted to hold that headlock just a little bit longer.

Campbell and MadDawg lock up yet again as this time it was MadDawg who applies the headlock with aggression. Campbell attempts to force himself out but to no avail. He continues to try but MadDawg has pressure on this headlock. Campbell grabs him about his waist as he lifts him up and hits MadDawg with a back body drop which forces the hold to be broken. Campbell gets up off of his feet as he picks up MadDawg by the head. He then hits a quick snap suplex, hitting it with moderate impact. A smile creeped across the face of Campbell as he claps his hands, trying to get the fans into this match.

Joe Aiello: Look at Campbell revving this crowd up as he has the upper hand in the early going of this match!

Jeremy Piven: We can’t count MadDawg out. He’s one half of the tag team champions for a reason.

The crowd goes absolutely insane as Campbell pumps them up. Campbell picks up MadDawg, hitting him with a hard uppercut. Campbell tries the uppercut again but MadDawg catches his arm as he hits the armbreaker on Campbell, focusing on damaging the arm. MadDawg forces Campbell to come up to him as he locks his two hands together around Campbell’s waist. MadDawg hesitated for a few seconds and he hits a belly to belly suplex with brute force and massive aggressiveness. A smirk falls on the face of one half of the tag team champions. The crowd goes wild as MadDawg gets that boost going. Mad Dawg picks up Andrew Campbell by the head as he then hits a massive fisherman’s suplex with aggressiveness.

Joe Aiello: Look at this crowd go for MadDawg.

Jeremy Piven: Well, I’m not sure if that’s going to matter if MadDawg takes his eye off the ball.

MadDawg picks up Campbell as he then hits a neckbreaker, following up with a quick cover.








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Campbell kicks out with power. MadDawg picks up Andrew Campbell by the head as he sends a hard right to Campbell’s face. Then Campbell sends a hard left. Both men ends up going back and forth as they kept hitting each other with rights and lefts. Campbell then lifts up MadDawg as he has him up in a military position. Campbell hits MadDawg with the Gorilla Military press slam with aggression. Campbell gets MadDawg off of his feet as Campbell sends one half of the tag team champions to the north turnbuckle. Campbell hits MadDawg’s gut with multiple shoulder thrusts, each one more painful than the last. Campbell grabs MadDawg, lifting him up over his shoulder. He then hits a powerful Oklahoma slam with brute force. Andrew senses that the momentum is on his side. Campbell then stands MadDawg up, setting up for something. Campbell then hits him straight in the face with a quick and fast paced dropkick. With that, MaeDawg drops on the ground in pain, feeling the effects of the attack.

Joe Aiello: What back and forth brutality by these two men! At first, MadDawg had the upper hand…. Now it appears that Campbell’s trying to have it now.

Jeremy Piven: I am impressed with how Campbell’s picking his spots by using his power game as an advantage.

Campbell grabs MadDawg with ease as he then hits a Alabama Slam. MadDawg seats up, feeling the affects as Campbell comes running. He hits a running neck snap to MadDawg with impact. Campbell picks up MadDawg as he simply hits a swinging Fisherman’s Buster with force and aggressiveness. Campbell floats over and makes a cover.







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MadDawg kicks out as Campbell shows frustration. He pulls MadDawg up on his feet. MadDawg kicks him in the gut, hitting a huge right hand to the face of Campbell. MadDawg grabs Campbell as he hits a belly to back suplex with aggression and force to it. He then picks up Campbell up by the head. He then hits a back breaker with powerful intentions. MadDawg drops Campbell as he locks on the Sharpshooter, putting him in the middle of the ring.


Joe Aiello: What offense by one half of the tag team champions! And now he has him in the sharpshooter!

Jeremy Piven: This could be it right here! He could tap out any second.

Campbell seems to be struggling a bit then he realizes his strength as he uses his back strength to lift up from the mat. MadDawg is so in shock that he didn’t see what was coming next. Campbell flips MadDawg off of him as he simply stands up but just barely. Campbell goes to grab MadDawg but MadDawg hits Campbell with a devastating bone crushing spear, having Campbell laid out. MadDawg feels the urgency to end this from the crowd. He hears them loud and clear as he picks Campbell right up. He places him in Powerbomb position and lifts him up. Campbell removes himself as he then hits a DDT, saving himself and stopping the match from ending early.

Joe Aiello: MadDawg was trying to end the match but Campbell reversed his finisher attempt just in time!

Jeremy Piven: Now it’ll be Andrew’s turn to end this.

Campbell picks MadDawg up but MadDawg kicks Campbell in the gut. He the puts him in the powerbomb position. He goes for DawgPound with impact. He then floats over for the cover afterwards.








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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, MADDAWWWGGGGGG!!!

Joe Aiello: Oh my god! yet another win for MadDawg here in the EWC!!!

Jeremy Piven: He's a tough dude, fair play, and an ass kicking machine!

Joe Aiello: Wow, what a night so far, but folks, it's that time again when we have to go to commercials. We'll be right back after this!

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DICTATED, NOT READ.

- MANAGEMENT.*

[President Mac]

HARDCORE MATCH

BEL

Vs

CHUCK SAMUELS

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a HARDCORE MATCH and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from the Third City, 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. Eletric Guitar. A silhouette appears at the ramp and he spreads his arms and for a moment it looks as if his magnificent wings are on display. As he comes out of the light, it looks as if he floats (as he is carried to the ramp by a conveyor belt).

Jessica Stroup: 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.

Joe Aiello: As of late, Bel Biggz has been getting on the bad side of Ashton Daniels. Daniels last week put himself against the monstrous Gravedigger. This week, he's facing a new fighter in Chuck Samuels in a hardcore match. Bel Biggz may be a veteran but "The Bandit" is an accomplished martial artist and a vicious striker.

Jeremy Piven: This asshole may act like some goody two shoes but I have a feeling he's not going to put up with Bel's shit tonight and he's is going to finish the job and take this bum out along with that moron Xander Kage.

The Fans are heard cheering loudly as they anticipate the man who is about to head out to the ring next. Stomping their feet in a marching rhythm, they look towards the entrance as the camera feed pans backstage. A locker room door swings open and Chuck Samuels steps through it, a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. He looks from left to right before removing the smoke from his mouth, flicking it off in to an unknown direction as the fans cheer even louder! The camera feed pans back inside the arena as we see the announcer standing in the middle of the ring...

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, standing six feet on inch tall and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, “The Bandit” CHUCK SAMUELS!!


"Burrito" by Seether begins to play now. Stepping through the entrance, Chuck Samuels stops just short of the walkway to the ring. Fog machines spew out their contents behind him as the fans shower him with their cheers! Nodding his head, he bounces in place a few times before sprinting down the walkway and sliding into the ring on his stomach. Launching to his feet, he runs to a nearby turnbuckle and leaps to the top of it, staring out into the sea of fans as camera flashes sparkle around him. Nodding one more time, he lands back on the mat and points to the referee, signaling that he is ready to begin.

Jeremy Piven: Another goody two shoes… is Ashton Daniels TRYING to piss me off? Because he’s doing a really good job.

Joe Aiello: Out of curiosity how big is the stick in your butt? Why don’t you try something new once in a while, it’s not like it’ll kill you. I for one have high hopes for Chuck Samuels, maybe he can end Bel’s undefeated streak tonight?

The two men are checked by the referee, reach out and shake hands. They circle each other and lock up, Chuck locks up and places Bel in a headlock, squeezing tightly. They back up and Bel pushes him off towards the ropes, Samuel’s returns and is leveled with a Shoulder Block. Biggz bounces off the ropes and attempts dropping a leg over his opponent’s neck. The Bandit rolls out of the way and the Third City Saint hits hard, while his opponent was stunned, Chuck got up and drop kicked his opponent’s chest and went for a cover!



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Kick out by Bel, the fans aren’t into a not so hardcore, hardcore match. Chuck beats his opponent in the face with several fists, pulls him up but Bel elbows his opponent’s gut and hits him with a Side Headlock! The two wrestle back and forth, eventually Samuel grabs Bel’s leg and tries a Back Body Drop but Bel rolls out, and hits a Reverse DDT and goes for the cover!



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Kick out by Chuck but the fans are restless.

Joe Aiello: It doesn’t look like these guys are getting any love in this Hardcore Match.

Jeremy Piven: It’s the most boring Hardcore Match I’ve ever seen. They’re trying to slight that asshat Ashton Daniels, and I don’t blame either one of them.

Hearing the fans no caring about their match, Bel and Chuck roll out of the ring and take the fight outside the ring and brawl outside. The two beat each other hard, with Chuck taking Bel over the barricade. He follows behind, grabs glass bottle of coke and breaks it over Bels back. Biggz stumbles away, grabs a chair and shoves it into the gut of his opponent. Samuel’s doubles over, Bel folds the chair and swings it hard against his back and he falls over. Bel lets him crawl away as the fans start getting more into the match.

Chuck grabs random assortments of food and throws them at Bel, covering him in nacho cheese and popcorn. However Bel catches up to his opponent, and stomps on his back several times. Applying a Sleeper Hold, Bel lifts his opponent up, but his opponent counters his attack and Chuck hits him with a Snap DDT on the concrete floor. Grabbing ahold of the Third City Saint’s legs, he’s dragged up some stars, jaw hitting each stair until he’s thrown violently into the concessions area.

Jeremy Piven: Hey, maybe while those two idiots are back there, they can grab me a Crunch Bar or couple of Cheese Pretzels. Don’t forget me!

Joe Aiello: I don’t think they can hear you. I just wonder where this match is going to end up.

The Bandit grabs the Third City Saint, clubbing him several times over the back until Bel charges into the Women’s locker room. The Starlets of EWC scream as Bel and Chuck fight towards them, Chuck kicks his opponent form behind, sending into a mirror and breaking it with his hands and face. Shards of mirror are stuck in Bel’s beard and hair, Chuck comes up and hits him with a Sleeper Hold of his own. Samuels’ wraps his legs around his opponent’s waist and tries choking him out, but Bel runs into the showers, bends over and rams The Bandit’s head into a wall. El Bandito falls off, realizes where he is, that he’s out numbered and crawls out while Bel takes moment to shake mirror out of his facial and head hair. He turns to find several Starlets angry that he's busted in and they attack while wearing towels.

One Starlet, Hala Abbasi slaps the taste out of Bel’s mouth and throws him out of the locker room. Once more, Samuels’ tries to attack his opponent form behind but Biggz expected him and hits an Eye Poke, stunning him and setting him up for a Scoop Slam on the floor. Bel jumps on top of him and hits an elbow drop and goes for a cover!



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THR-Kick out!

Bel hammers his opponents face several times but his opponent fights back and kicks him off, sending the Third City Saint on the refreshments table.

Joe Aiello: Not one but TWO close calls, one for offending Hala Abbasi and the other for almost pinning “The Bandit” Chuck Samuels.

Jeremy Piven: Sadly we got nothing. I now hate Bel Biggz even more than before, so I’m sadly rooting for the new guy.

Chuck grabs his opponent by the legs, pulls him over the table and kicks Bel as hard as he can in the gut. Bel groans but his face is shoved into a Italian Hoagie that was set up, Samuels’ then takes a bottle of Samuel Adams ™ and breaks it over his opponents forehead, busting him open. The Third City Saint hits the floor and crawls under the table; the Bandit grabs his foot and gets smashed in the face with a trashcan lid found under the table.

Getting back to his feet while his opponent slowly comes to, Bel grabs a part of the hoagie and eats it. Once Chuck is on his feet, Bel thanks him and shoves the half eaten hoagie in his face, covering him with tomatoes and mayonnaise. He pushes the newcomer onto the entrance ramp where the crowd explodes seeing them again, Bel Biggz then grabs a wiring and begins choking Chuck Samuels but he counters with a Front Russian Leg Sweep, taking both men down!

Joe Aiello: These men are really beating the Hell out of each, but the fans are enjoying every minute of it.

Jeremy Piven: They were even given a bit of a bar food fight too, but I’m still pissed they didn’t get me anything.

Slowly, both men start recovering but Chuck is the first up as he clubs his opponent harshly over his back. He sets him up for a Reverse Snap DDT and hits it on the unforgiving metal stage! Chuck goes for a cover!



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THRE-

Shoulder up! Bel still has fight in him, but his opponent doesn’t let up as he pulls Bel to his feet and hits him with Super Kick Bel stumbles backwards at the edge of the stage. Seeing an opportunity, Chuck charges Bel and takes him off the stage! They crash through several tables with a mess on top of them and the crowd explodes!

Jeremy Piven: Holy Hell! Are either of them dead? I mean that would be good for ratings… I’m just saying.

Joe Aiello: I hope not! These guys are great performers, get someone over there now!

The referee rushes over to see that Bel has landed on top Chuck Samuels and is going for a pin!



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THREE!!!

The referee calls for the bell as EMTs rush out to aid both men, Bel manages to stand up and raises his hand victoriously with the referee.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pin fall, “The Third City Saint” BEL BIGGZ!

Jeremy Piven: What the shit?! I thought Chuck had the win, I mean he did get that last tackle in and put Bel through those tables.

Joe Aiello: Well, that isn’t the case, it looks like to me that Chuck took himself out on that last move and Bel capitalized on it. Such is the luck of Bel Biggz, the ultimate underdog who over comes everything in the end. Anyway, what has been has been, and up next folks, we have a massive main event for you all!

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

[President Mac]

We come back from commercials. 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.

Aiello: Here we go again. Joey here to preach yet more nonsense to the masses.

Piven: Give the guy a break Joe. He's standing up for what he believes in.

The crowds thunderous boo's crash around the arena like a tsunami as Joey continues his walk down to the ring with his hood pulled over his head. He climbs into the ring picking up a microphone in the process and stands in the centre taking in the severely hostile environment.

Joey: Shhhhh...

The crowd erupt with even more noise as Joey nonchalantly tries to silence them.

Joey: I told all you pathetic wastes of flesh it would happen. No one listened to me. You all thought I was crazy. Now who's the crazy ones? Each and every one of you watched as I single handedly dismantled your prized possessions. Each and every one of you witnessed events that I precisely predicted. You all thought I could be stopped. You were wrong.

The greatly intense atmosphere in the arena thickens as the crowd try desperately to become even more hostile in a futile attempt to drown Joey out.

Joey: Last week, Monday Night Brawl was all about me. It was MY show. I OWNED it. Just how every week should and will be. The management thought they were so clever in putting me in that match. They thought that their golden angels would silence me. They even gave me one as a partner and GUESS WHAT!? IT STILL DIDN'T WORK! YOU CAN'T END ME!!

The crowd suddenly falls deafly silent at Joey's outburst as if they'd just witnessed a murder.

Joey: And now they're back to their same old tricks. Did they not learn? Does no one ever fucking learn? Are they all so ignorant as to think that putting me in a match with Mike would be something I didn't want? I attacked him for a reason you bunch of useless idiots. I wanted this match. I orchestrated the whole thing and kindly, oh so kindly, you have handed it over to me on a golden fucking platter. Once I destroy Mike. Once I bury him in the dirt along with Jay Cee and Kid Cannabis I can finally begin my pursuit of becoming EWC Champion. I will finally begin my reign of terror. And there is absolutely nothing anyone can do about it.

Aiello: This new Joey Orsome scares me.

Piven: This new Joey Orsome is fricking amazing.

Joey: I was true to my word last week. I am always true to my word and I will be true to my word tonight. Just you wait and see. But for now I have a little gift for you all, to tide you over before the fireworks begin. Now I don't want you all getting overly excited, because yes, I know who attacked Xander Kage, and no, I'm not wasting the news on you scumbags here in Russia - that's a tale for another day.

I spoke earlier in the week about something that needed changing. Something the people didn't expect. Well here it is... I give you the new look, Joey Orsome.

Joey whips off his hood and reveals himself to the world.

Joey sadistically smiles as he drops the mic in the middle of the ring and waits for Mike to come out

Aiello: Well I did not see that coming at all.

Piven: Amazing. The new more vindictive Joey Orsome also comes with a new hair style!

[President Mac]

NON TITLE MATCH
JOEY ORSOME

Vs
MIKE (C)

Jessica Stroup: This is your main event of the evening, already in the ring, from San Diego, California. Weighing in at 240 pounds... Joey Orsome!!

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 their favorite 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 current reigning and defending EWC International Champion.... IT'S... MIKE!!!

Joe Aiello: Here we go the main event of Monday Night Brawl and it’s a huge rematch from just last month, August 5th. Mike a virtual unknown in this company knocked Joey Orsome off in a hardcore match. Since then Mike has remained undefeated, unstoppable, and is the International Champion. And he does it all with a smile.

Jeremy Piven: I’d love this guy if he didn’t pander to these moronic fans.

Joe Aiello: Whoa whoa, let’s not cause an international incident here, Jeremy. We love our fellow comrades. Last week, we thought that Joey Orsome and Mike buried the hatchet when they defeated the Hardcore Champion Kid Cannabis and The Elite Jay Cee in a hard fought tag team battle. That is until Joey smashed good ole’ Mike right in the face with a steel chair.

Jeremy Piven: Orsome is tired of being fucked with. Ferguson spent months toying with Joey. Mike is out here making light of him. Hey, remember all the Joey’s mom jokes. Were any of those actually funny!?

Joe Aiello: Well, some … but was this really the right way?

The bell rings and there is a big fight feel. No title is on the line but there is a lot of pride at stake. They lock up, Joey jockeys for control and grabs an arm and works around Mike wrenching down on the arm. Mike takes hold of both wrists of Orsome and manages to pry Joey’s fingers off his arm. Mike grabs at Joey’s right arm and gives just as good as he gets. Mike applies an overhead wristlock that Joey to his knees. He tries to turn it into a fujiwara armbar but Joey rolls Mike up with a schoolboy pin!

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Joe Aiello: I thought Joey was going to go into this guns ablazing but perhaps he listened to Mike and at least for now, he’s not letting his emotions get the better of him. Right now we are getting a traditional wrestling match.

Jeremy Piven: Give it five minutes and these two guys will be trying to knock each other’s teeth out.

Both men roll away from each other and there is a stand off as the crowd alternatives between chanting for Mike and saying Orsome Sucks. Mike does a little dance that pisses Joey off even more … but he takes a deep breath. They circle each other once more… collar and elbow tie up. Joey goes right into a side headlock. Mike drives Orsome into the ropes and then pushes him off. Orsome comes back off the ropes and knocks him down with a shoulder tackle. Orsome comes off the opposite side and vaults over and bounces off the ropes again. He runs right into Mike who is on his back with his feet in the air and he catches Joey and flips him over. Orsome crashes to the mat and retreats to a turnbuckle corner. Mike jumps up with his arms wrapped around Joey’s neck and his feet on his thighs and monkey flips Orsome to the middle of the ring. As Orsome get up, Mike tries to catch him early with I Didn’t Mean That. Orsome pushes off from the facelock and drops to the canvas and rolls away and out of the ring.

Joe Aiello: Mike has such fun in the ring. I can really tell. In the same instant, at any moment, he could drop you with that cutter and contrary to believe, I believe he does mean it.

Jeremy Piven: Mike is deceptive and if you find that fun then shame on you.

The referee Hebner holds Mike back as Joey Orsome takes a breather near the barricade. Orsome rolls back into the ring, perhaps a bit perturbed and charges right into an arm drag from Mike. Mike rolls Orsome on his belly and floats over with a hammerlock in the prone position. He drops a knee into Joey’s shoulder and then rolls him over and moves into a lateral press…

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Orsome reaches up with shoulder and Mike immediately goes back to that arm bar. Joey fights to his feet … Mike twirls around with arm bending it in an unnatural position … until Joey pokes him right in the eye with a thumb.

Joe Aiello: I think you won. Joey tried to stay calm but it didn’t last before he had enough of playing games with Mike.

Jeremy Piven: Mike wants to dance around and flip people and humiliate but yeah, Joey has had enough of that pansy shit.

Joe Aiello: Pansy? Mike is the International Champ, Jeremy.

Joey tries to shake some life back into his arm as Mike holds his eye. Mike turns right around into a stiff forearm shot that rocks him against the ropes. Orsome whips him into the ropes, Mike dips low and reverses and tries to put Orsome in the air again. Joey counters the back body drop with a kick to the sternum. Orsome charges and Mike sidesteps and then allows Orsome to take himself over the top rope and onto the concrete floor below.

Joe Aiello: If that was at the Rumble in the Bronx, Joey Orsome would have been out of here.

Jeremy Piven: But it wasn’t.

Mike joins Orsome outside the ring and pulls him to his feet … front facelock, he lifts him into the air and drapes his body over the barricade. Russian fans scramble as Mike climbs up on the apron and leaps off with a double sledge over Orsome’s back. Orsome tumbles back into the ringside area. Earl Hebner yells at both men to get back into the ring and finally he begins to count them out…

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Mike props himself against the barricade and catches his breath while soaking in the adulation of his fans.

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He grabs Orsome up by the tights and shoves him into the ring under the bottom rope. He gives a big thumbs up to the fans in the arena before jumping up onto the apron. Before he can do anything, Orsome gives him a big punt into the breadbasket.

Jeremy Piven: Mike wants to talk about Orsome not being focused. He’s the one goofing off this whole match.

Joe Aiello: Granted I’ll give you that in this one case but Mike may in your words be deceptive … but he’s deceptively good. I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t recover from this mistake.

Mike is stuck with his upper body in the ring and his legs on the outside apron. He doubles over on the second rope and Orsome’s eyes light up. He executes a merciless swinging neckbreaker that brings Mike back into the ring in a way no wrestler would want. Orsome rolls away from Mike and isn’t able to capitalize for a pinfall but he gets an eyefall as Mike kicking about holding his neck. Orsome takes a moment and mocks Mike’s dancing routines and then spits on him.

Joe Aiello: Very uncalled for.

The crowd boos at Orsome as he drags Mike to his feet and turns Mike around slowly and drops him with a falling neckbreaker. Lateral press with a hook of the outside leg.

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Mike manages to escape for this match to continue. Orsome stays on it and digs a knee into the arch of Mike’s spine while also wrenching back on his head and neck. Orsome uses his hands a vise willing them to crush Mike’s skull. The crowd chants for the Nice Guy and he feeds off them. Orsome transitions into a sleeper and referee Hebner continually checks for the illegal choke. Mike scoots to the ropes … trying to reach his leg out for the rope break. Orsome drags him back into the middle of the ring and seconds after, Mike pays Joey back with a rake to the eyes to break the hold.

Jeremy Piven: Whoa whoa whoa, look at Mike breaking the rules here!

Joe Aiello: Orsome just spit on him, what do you expect!?

Both men after a moment of rest get to their feet. Toe to toe, they exchange blows. Orsome closes in and grabs Mike by the back of the head and repeatedly smashes his forearm into the side of Mike’s head. Irish whip into the corner, Mike reverses, and Joey hits the turnbuckle back first. Mike charges and hits an elementary dropkick on Orsome that knocks him silly… but Mike can’t capitalize on this either. Both men struggle to their feet but are raring to fight. More punches are exchanged. Mike gets the better and knocks Orsome to the ground. He gets a running start and clotheslines Orsome as soon as he gets back up. He does it again, leveling Joey with a second clotheslines as the cheering in the crowd crescendos. Finally, Orsome walks right into a superkick from Mike that even he was surprised that he hit. He pumps his fist into the air.

Joe Aiello: What a flurry of offense by the International Champ. Anyone that has doubted Mike’s commitment to this sport need not look further then this match right here and right now.

Jeremy Piven: Oh, blow it out your ass; you would say that about Nick Wadden if he managed to do a body slam on a midget.

Joe Aiello: We shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.

Jeremy Piven: Wadden is dead!?

Mike climbs to the top rope … and calls for Orsome to stand. Orsome is slow to his feet, he turns around and Mike leaps off with a crossbody…

Orsome catches him!!! He spins around and drops Mike with a reversal powerslam! He covers quickly after that excellent counter …

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Just barely Mike ekes his shoulder up. Both men are down and out. They’re absolutely exhausted from the pace of this match. Hebner starts to count both men out when the arena is permeated with the sounds of dogs barking throughout the arena.

Joe Aiello: I think I know who this is… is trying to send a messge?

None other than MadDawg steps onto the stage and he has a very stoic look on his face despite carrying a comical looking oversized picnic basket.

Jeremy Piven: Oh, look, it’s an idiot and he has a gift for … well, who?

Joe Aiello: That’s one half of the tag team champions you’re talking about.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, they’re both idiots.

Both men roll away from each other in the ring as MadDawg saunters down, basket in hand. He walks around the ring and very quietly takes a seat at ringside to observe this match. Hebner content that there won’t be any interference from MadDawg turns his attention back to the competitors. Orsome is in better shape but not by much. He goes on the offensive and front suplexes Mike onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs up to the top rope and he is looking for a very dangerous looking top rope superplex. Mike resists and throws quick body shots at Joey. Mike then shoves Orsome off the top rope and crotches him for good measure. Mike dives off into the ring with an arm out to his side and clotheslines Orsome. Mike doesn’t have the most graceful landing but Orsome tumbles backwards, smashes into the edge of the ring and falls to the floor below.

MadDawg hasn’t budged from his seat as Hebner starts to count Orsome out …

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Mike uses the ropes to get to his feet.

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Mike gets a crazy look in his eye and vaults his body over the top rope and slams into Orsome!! Mike doesn’t want the count out so he quickly rolls Orsome’s body back into the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and then onto the top rope. Mike goes high risk again … but it doesn’t pay off as Orsome goes anti-air and dropkicks Mike out of the sky! Orsome covers …

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Mike kicks out. Both men get to their feet on opposite sides of the ring. Orsome goes for a spear, Mike leap frogs him and Orsome eats some of the second turnbuckle. Mike turns around, hammers him with a few right hands before whipping him into the counter. Orsome catches himself on the corner and vaults over a charging Mike.

Orsome slams Mike’s head into the turnbuckle, spins him around and very quickly spikes him with the VIEW TO KILL! It came out of nowhere, Orsome covers ….

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The winner of this match, Joey Orsome.

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match via pinfall, Joey Orsome!!


Orsome pushes away Hebner who tries to raise his hand and bails out of the ring. He looks at MadDawg and decides that he wants nothing to do with this and even invites MD into the ring. Meanwhile, the referee helps Mike to his feet and hands him his title.

MadDawg begins to clap from his seat in the front row. He slowly rises to his feet while his clapping continues. Mike turns his head to lock his eyes on MadDawg. He then turns his whole body to make sure nothing suspicious takes place. MadDawg stops clapping and just smiles at Mike. He then puts up his right index finger and his eyes open with excitement. MadDawg looks down to the basket and then back at Mike. He then points to the basket and then to Mike with the fans beginning to cheer louder. MadDawg starts feeding off the crowd nodding his head yes. He picks up the basket and places it on the edge of the ring.

Jeremy Piven: Why is MadDawg out here? He has nothing to do with these two.

Joe Aiello: Nothing to do with them? He wants Mike, he wants another shot at the International Title.

Jeremy Piven: But why like this?

Joe Aiello: Like what? It looks like he has a present for the champ.

There is nothing really weird about the basket, just a regular picnic basket that would make Yogi proud. There is even a red and white covering to the basket that allows only the top of the handle to be seen and a red ribbon around the covering to keep it in place. MadDawg starts walking up the steps next to the basket slowly. Mike moves further away from MadDawg, slowly. MadDawg climbs into the ring, through the middle rope. He reaches over the top rope, grabs the wooden handle of the basket and lifts it into the ring. MadDawg faces Mike with a huge grin on his face and the basket in his right hand.

MadDawg reaches out the basket as to offer it to Mike. Mike looks around the arena, then back at MadDawg, never moving his feet. MadDawg looks around the arena and uses his left hand to point to the crowd that is beginning to chant.

Take the basket!

clap clap clap clap clap

Take the basket!

clap clap clap clap clap

MadDawg sensing that he might be making Mike uneasy, he sets the basket down cautiously. He then offers his right hand to Mike. Mike still doesn't budge. MadDawg opens both palms towards the basket but Mike still doesn't budge. MadDawg nods his head and looks around the arena. He puts both hands up and then slowly walks back toward the ropes, he grabs the top rope, falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Mike watches MadDawg make his way back up the ramp.

Joe Aiello: See, MadDawg isn't out here to attack Mike. He isn't a part of Element X. It is a sign of respect.

Jeremy Piven: You have to admit it is weird the way he just acted.

MadDawg stops at the top, pounds his chest with his right hand three times causing the fans to erupt. He then smiles once again to Mike and then makes his way to the back.
Mike looks back to the basket now that MadDawg is gone. He takes a step towards it, listening. The fans once again begin to chant.

Open the basket!

clap clap clap clap clap

Open the basket!

clap clap clap clap clap

Mike looks to the crowd, smiles his normal smile and walks over to the basket normally. He picks it up and holds it to his ear.

Joe Aiello: Did he really think MadDawg would blow him up?

Jeremy Piven: You never know, I don't blame Mike for being cautious.

Mike then puts the basket back down, pulls at the ribbon gently and then examines the basket to see if anything would happen.

Joe Aiello: Nothing at all, see I told you.

Mike smiles once again to the crowd and then pulls the ribbon causing it to come undone. With a sudden jolt, Mike steps back as the covering falls to the mat and a mannequin arm and hand, wearing a white glove, pops up out of the basket holding one of the most delicious cupcakes that has ever been seen.

Jeremy Piven: Is that a cupcake?

Joe Aiello: MadDawg got Mike a cupcake. That is funny.

Mike never taking his eyes off the cupcake, loses his smile. He gets a little closer to the basket to examine a white card hanging from the arm.

Jeremy Piven: What is that?

Joe Aielo: MadDawg left Mike a message, I bet it is a love poem.

The X-tron gets a closer look at the card as well for all of the fans to see the special message.

Rich was the batter

So the icing won't melt

Although it really doesn't matter

Cause I am coming for your belt

Mike returns the smile that left as the fans begin to cheer again when MadDawg steps back from around the curtain. MadDawg is still smiling but this time it is Mike who is clapping.

Joe Aiello: Does this mean Mike and MadDawg next Monday?

Jeremy Piven: No way, not a match that big. Mike has better things to do right now than join the dog catchers union.

Joe Aiello: You think you are clever don't you? That is all the time we have. I can't wait to see these two lock up no matter when it might be.

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