MNB #409 - MONTREAL

[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 409



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Live from the Bell Centre in Montreal, Quebec

EWC BRAWL
September 9th 2013
Live From the Bell Centre in Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

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PRE-SHOW DARK MATCH
VIRGIL ISAIAH PRYCE
Vs
CHRISTIAN CARTER

Next up, we had a battle between a self styled VIP in Virgil Isaiah Pyrice versus a man with a more traditional wrestling upbringing in Christian Carter. Right from the outgo, Virgil’s personality shone through and Carter did everything to snuff. Christian Carter attempted to control this match wearing down VIP. VIP managed to get the crowd to chant his name after the entirety of the match being held down in wear down submissions, he managed to fight out of it.

Carter tried to reestablish control but VIP went into a frenzy. He reversed an irish whip attempt and managed the wow the arena with a VIP Treatment. To add injury to insult, VIP whipped out his iPhone and took a self-shot of himself which he called #Pinstagram.

WINNER: VIRGIL ISAIAH PRYCE

PRE-SHOW DARK MATCH
AARON MATTHEWS
Vs
CHRISTIANA ROSE

The talent clamoring to be at EWC is so many now that that the company doesn’t even have enough TV time to show it all. The fans were treated to a double header of new talent before we went to air. First, we had charismatic Aaron Mathews versus a seemingly unstable Christiana Rose. The match started weirdly when Mathews tried to shake Rose’s hand and she instead slapped him in the mouth. The Canadian crowd really wanted to hate Mathews for his American Tradition moniker but his flashy smile and even flashier moves brought the crowd into the palm of his hand. Christiana was no slouch and the two competitors traded high flying maneuvers in a show of one-upmanship.


After hitting A Dozen Roses cutter variant, Rose looked as if she would win with The Deadly Thorn. Amazingly, Mathews leap frogged over her and as she turned around to see what even happened, she was greeted with a prompt Superkick from Hell for his first victory in EWC.

WINNER: Aaron Mathews










"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 Bel Centre is electrifying. Spotlights circle around the arena as the 20,000 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: Hello Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to yet another installment of Monday Night Brawl. What a showcase we had for you in the youtube sponsored matches before Brawl. We have some very exciting talent to look forward to here in the EWC. I for one am really excited about these new signings. Mac certainly has an eye for potential.

Speaking of eyes, In case you did not tune in on Friday, things got heated.

Jeremy Piven: That's right Joe, BDC got himself some new enforcers and for the most part it worked.

Joe Aiello: You know Jer, Anger Management has stepped up for BDC to make sure staff member are no longer attacked outside of the ring.

Jeremy Piven: Do you think this means they are for cutting out the violence?

Joe Aiello: Have you watched any of MadDawg's matches? The man lives for violence, it's a way a life to him.

Jeremy Piven: So does this mean he is for violence? 

Joe Aiello: He hasn't really stated one way or another.

Jeremy Piven: What about Brock?

Joe Aiello: Not that I know of. These two will have to pick a side sooner or later though.

Jeremy Piven: Well, MadDawg got to the arena earlier today and he was not in a pleasant mood. It was clear that he was still steaming from the beat down from Orsome, Xplode, and Thor.

Joe Aiello: Check it out.

MadDawg is walking up to the building carrying his tag team title on his right shoulder and his black saddlebag on his left. He gets to the door and opens it up. He walks inside and after just a couple of steps, little Distractor Elimantor jumps out to try and scare MadDawg.

Not now little buddy. I need to find Brock.

Distractor Eliminator grunts a little and smiles to MadDawg.

Why am I not surprised? He is in the gym you say?

Distractor Eliminator nods vigorously.

Well let's go get him. We need to talk about this Thor, Orsome, and Xplode issue.

The two of them start walking off when D.E tugs at MadDawg's cut. MadDawg hands him the tag team title and walks off. D.E places the title on his right shoulder like MadDawg and walks behind him mimicking him.

Joe Aiello: I can't believe he still has D.E following him around. MadDawg needs to get his game face on if he plans on competing for any of the titles here in EWC.

Jeremy Piven: You remember he is half of the Tag Team Champions right?

Joe Aiello: Yeah but ...

Jeremy Piven: He got that way doing what he does. Maybe it doesn't seem like he is focused but correct me if I am wrong, the man has done well since arriving here.

Joe Aiello: I will give him that. But still ...

Jeremy Piven: Let MadDawg do the things that got him to where he is and leave him alone. Since joining he has already made changes to not only himself, in the ring, but the EWC as well.

Joe Aiello: I was just saying ...

Jeremy Piven: If Brock has learned to trust the guy, then why haven't you?

Joe Aiello: Hold on ...

The tron lights up to show Brock standing in his locker room. The fans begin to cheer as he puts tape on his wrists when the door bursts open and D.E is standing on the other side with his hands on his hips and the tag title around his waist.

MadDawg, didn't I tell you to give him back?

MadDawg walks through the door.

Yeah but he likes you so I couldn't do it.

We need to talk.

I agree, this Orsome, Xplode, and Thor thing is about to get ugly. Thor is upset because he no longer has a career here, not my problem. Maybe he should try and stop living off his past. Maybe he should realize that the future may not include him, his coven, or his family of misfits.

Hey, what's with you?

I am sick of all these guys pushing their weight around with the staff. You know, I don't like everything they do either but at least I am man enough to understand the correct place or way of going about things. These people get upset over a count and try and take out the ref? I feel bad for the guy behind the counter that takes their order.

I haven't really seen you like this.

I have had enough. I told BDC I would help him out, not taking sides on this whole violence issue but the underhanded jackoff thing makes my pissed.

You sticking up for the little guy good for you.

Fuck that. I am standing up for what is right. These three are no different than Hala. They all bitch about how things don't go their way and they throw a fit. I have a pacifier for their crying little asses right here.

Well Xplode will get his. Him and I still have some unfinished business.

Funny you should mention that, Thor goes on a losing streak to match the Tampa Bay Bucs and yet he gets a shot at the title? Where the hell is yours? And why aren't you throwing a fit? You and I may see things differently on many things but at least you are a man about your problems.

So what's the plan for tonight, we ain't getting beat down like last week.

That is for damn sure. Little Orsome wants to be taken seriously here in EWC. So he now goes around causing pain after having his ass handed to him in a few matches. All he is proving right now is that his momma didn't coddle him enough as a child. So he can be bought. He wants to see some pain, let him step out of line again and I will do what his daddy should have, bend him over me knee and whoop that ass.

MadDawg turns around and storms out of the locker room steaming and ready for a fight. Brock looks a little shocked as D.E stands in front of him and starts gibbering away. It must have been good because D.E really got into with emotion and all. Then he stormed out just like MadDawg. Brock grabs his belt and follows behind.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

SHOW OPENER
FIRST BLOOD MATCH
JOEY ORSOME
Vs
BEL BIGGZ

Joe Aiello: Well folks our first match tonight is a real doozy of a matchup or should I say the best Show Opener ever!!

Jeremy Piven: Oh hoh, that’s right Joe! And look at what all the stagehands are doing at ringside, this looks like a war ground already. There’s barb wire bats, steel chairs, trash cans –

Joe Aiello: I think you’re forgetting the cream on the cake, Jeremy. That glass table over there!

The camera shows off the ringside area – amongst what Voice mentioned, there’s also ladders, more than a few steel stairs, a few kendo sticks. The camera then zooms inside of the ring where Jessica Stroup is standing by to make the introductions for the Show Opener.

Jeremy Piven: Here we go lets get this show started!

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.

Jessica Stroup: This is your opening contest of the evening and it is a first blood match. Victory can be obtained by making your opponent bleed, first from San Diego, California. Weighing in at 240 pounds... Joey Orsome!!

The lights come back on as Joey, with his hands held together down towards his waistline slowly walks down to the ring.

Joe Aiello: This isn’t going to be pretty folks.

Jeremy Piven: Oh hellno! This is going to be a flat out dog fight, Joe. There’s no wrestling to be seen here, this is going to be short and to the point. Both of these competitors’ only needs to drip to start bleeding, that’s it, and this match is over!

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, 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.

Stroup scurries out of the ring quickly as Joey Orsome and Bel Biggz begin taking at each other with punches! The bell rings and the match is underway!


Joe Aiello: Wow, they are going at it all ready!!


Orsome with a right. Biggz with a right. The two keep going back and forth until Orsome is able to knee Biggz in the gut; Orsome goes for a headbutt but Biggz grabs Orsome by the throat and picks him up for a chokeslam, but Orsome is able to escape and tackle Biggz down! Orsome tries to mount Biggz but Biggz is able to shove Orsome off of him. Both hurry to their feet and Biggz blasts Orsome with a clothesline! Orsome up and charges again at Biggz; jumping onto Biggz and latching onto him, going right at his face with punches and elbows. Biggz, however, is strong enough to force Orsome off and toss him to the other side of the ring! Orsome gets up and the two are right back to exchanging lefts and rights!

Joe Aiello: Experience in fights would have to go to Orsome I say. The win advantage tonight definitely goes to Biggz, he is undefeated here in EWC. But at the end of the day, neither needs an advantage, just to make their opponent bleed..

Jeremy Piven: Tear him to shreds, Joe!

Orsome charges right at Biggz and goes to hit him directly in the face but Biggz is able to dodge the swing. Orsome looks to go for another swing, but Biggz shoves Orsome back. Orsome comes right back at Biggz, but Biggz charges at Orsome – grabbing him by the shoulders – and using his momentum to send both men outside the ring through the second and top ropes! The two stumble to the outside; both landing near weapons. Orsome picks up a steel chair while Biggz grabs a kendo stick. Both get to their feet and Orsome blasts Biggz’s body with the chair, Biggz winces in pain before slamming the kendo stick into Orsome’s side. Biggz quickly follows up with another kendo stick shot to Orsome’s side, and another! Biggz goes for a fourth but Orsome swings the chair and hits Biggz’s hands hard! Biggz drops the kendo stick and grabs at his hands, trying to relieve the pain, but Orsome follows up with a chairshot across the back! Biggz drops down to a knee and grunts in pain.

Jeremy Piven: Use that chair, Orsome! Make that a-hole bleed!

Orsome steps in front of Biggz and goes to impale the chair over his head, but Biggz is quick enough to do a low blow Orsome in the groin! Orsome kneels over and gives Biggz the time to recoup his hands; Biggz grabs Orsome by the throat and tosses him over the announcer’s table! The table partially breaks apart. Orsome gets to his feet and Biggz tries to continue the attack but Orsome grabs one of the monitors from the table and violently tosses it directly at Biggz’s head! The monitor hits Biggz hard and breaks apart on Biggz’s face! Biggz grabs his face, quickly checking for blood – with the referee getting uncomfortably close as he checks as well. But the referee calls ‘no blood’; and Biggz turns around to see Orsome running at him intending to blast him with another monitor! Biggz thinks quickly; grabbing Orsome by the throat, lifting him up and connecting with a chokeslam, through the half-broken announcer’s table!

Joe Aiello: What a battle of attrition this is turning out to be!

Jeremy Piven: That’s exactly what it was going to be, Joe; it’s two men throwing the kitchen sink at each other!

Jeremy Piven: But neither is bleeding! And that’s all that matters!

Orsome, riding a momentum high, hurries to his feet. But gets taken down almost as soon as he’s up as Biggz tackles him through the security rail! Both men sprawl out onto the floor of the crowd, with the fans cheering loudly. Both men hurry to their feet and resume assaulting each other with lefts and rights; Orsome kicks Biggz away and grabs the chair of a fan and tosses it hard at Biggz! The chair hits Biggz hard, but draws no blood. Orsome tackles Biggz back towards the ring, this time with Biggz being tackled into the ring post! Orsome grabs Biggz by the head and rams the back of his head against the ring post! Orsome nails Biggz with a few punches, before slamming him face first onto the mats at ringside, looking to see if his hair has been tainted by any blood. Unable to see any, Orsome furiously starts assaulting Biggz – anxious to draw blood.

Orsome grabs Biggz and drags him to his feet, but Biggz is able to surprise Orsome by raking his eyes. Orsome stumbles back and Biggz is able to keep up the comeback by hitting him with a big boot right to the face! Orsome drops to the ground. Biggz looks down and sees that Orsome isn’t bleeding yet either. Orsome gets to his feet but Biggz forces him into the ring; Biggz tries to follow by climbing over the ropes, but Orsome grabs Biggz and brings him into the ring with a DDT! Biggz anxiously tries getting to his feet, but Orsome doesn’t allow him to get up on his own terms. Orsome grabs him and nails him with a belly to back take over! Orsome gets to his feet, snarling down at Biggz – who is quickly trying to get to his feet. Biggz gets up and Orsome tries for a spinning heel kick, but Biggz grabs Orsome at the right moment and is able to toss him into the corner! Orsome gets to his feet in the corner but doesn’t get out of the way in time for Biggz to connect with a Splash! Orsome stumbles but Biggz pushes him back into the corner, and connects with shots right to the face – but is still unable to draw blood!

Joe Aiello: Both of these men are starting to get frustrated over not being able to draw blood!

Jeremy Piven: Orsome is just warming up, Joe0. He wants to enjoy making Biggz bleed!

Jeremy Piven: That’s right! Come on Orsome, come on!!

Biggz prepares to deliver another big boot to Orsome’ face, until he sees the glass table at ringside. Biggz smirks out to the crowd and starts yelling “SMASH! SMASH!”. The fans cheer loudly as Biggz lifts Orsome and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Biggz steps onto the ring apron and grabs Orsome by the throat – but Orsome surprises Biggz by launching a series of punches and kicks right to Biggz’s face! Biggz keeps a hold of his throat, but Orsome grabs Biggz by the head and jumps off the turnbuckle – each sending the other towards the glass table! Both men go face and chest first into the glass table, smashing it! The fans erupt with “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” as the referee scrambles to check if either man is bleeding!

Joe Aiello: Oh my lord! Both men just went through the glass table face first!

Jeremy Piven: I’ve got a feeling we’re going to be needing some paramedics out here after that.


The referee turns Biggz over to reveal that his nose is bleeding! The referee calls for the bell as he raises Orsome hand to declare him the winner!

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, JOEY ORSOME!!

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match, JOEY ORSOME!!

Joe Aiello: What?! Are you serious, this match should be a draw, Orsome is bleeding also?!

A hoard of referees runs down and attend to Orsome and Biggz. Orsome and Biggz’s faces are almost already covered with blood; the two surrounded by the shattered glass of the table. Neither let the blood or glass prevent them from trying to get to their feet, but they’re both woozy – possibly with concussions following the impact of the glass – and the best they’re able to do is exchange shots. Referees are able to get in between them, with medics and security following shortly after.

Joe Aiello: It looks like that more then just Biggz's nose is bleeding now by the hands of Orsome.

Jeremy Piven: The war between these two are far from being over!

The two are kept separated and taken backstage; both men trying to get back to fighting the other. The fans chanting “LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!” as Brawl fades to a commercial

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

CHRISTIANS ROBBINS
Vs
DAMIEN KINGSTON

The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, from Woodstock, New Brunswick, Canada. He is "The Canadian Badass".... CHRISTIAN! ROBBINS!

We hear the music playing, and 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, and taughts the uproaring fans, and they completely crazy for him, and 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.

Joe Aiello: And Christian Robbins looking to gain a victory here on Brawl against Damien Kingston.

Jeremy Piven: He can wish for a victory all he wants, but unless he can get it done inside the ring, it's gonna be a long time before he tastes victory.

Joe Aiello: Robbins has taken on some tough competition so far. You know he wants a victory tonight.

Jeremy Piven: And if he's not willing to do what it takes, I don't see him winning tonight.

All of a sudden the arena lights began to flash colors of white, black, and silver as the opening gutair rifs to "This Is My Life" by Downstait began to fill the arena's speakers. Instantly there was a reaction from the fans in attendance and for the most part it was mostly positive with a few boos in the mix. Moments later Damien Kingston stepped out onto the stage with a half cocked smirk looking out at the fans.

Ring Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing to you at this time from New York City, New York. Weighing in at 238 pounds and is known as the self-proclaimed Man of Liberty, DAAAMMMIIIIENNN KIIIIINGGGSTON!"

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

Joe Aiello: A strong return to form for Damien Kingston, who would love nothing more than to put down Robbins here tonight.

Jeremy Piven: He's a Man of Liberty Joe. You think he wants to lose to someone who calls himself "The Canadian Badass"?

Joe Aiello: I doubt we're breaking this down into USA vs. Canada.

Jeremy Piven: Why not? It's worked well before.

Paul Turner signals for the bell as Robbins approaches forward, only to receive a slap to the face from Kingston, who simply backs up and yells "Come at me!" Robbins approaches once again, only to receive another slap as Kingston once again yells "Come at me!" This time, Robbins rushes forward, only for Kingston to duck underneath and, as Robbins turns around, connects with a third slap to the face before practically screaming "COME AT ME!" Robbins moves forward as Kingston fires off a roundhouse kick, only for Robbins to catch the leg and use it as leverage to pull Kingston close before connecting with a belly to belly suplex. Kingston arches his back in pain as Robbins picks him up, connecting with several knees to Kingston's gut sending him to the ropes, connecting with a big boot that sends Kingston down, allowing Robbins to go for the pin.

1....

Kingston gets the shoulder up. Robbins begins to deliver stiff shots as Kingston tries to cover up, forcing Paul Turner to pull Robbins off. Kingston uses the opportunity to get to his feet as Robbins moves forward, only for Kingston to connect with a sharp kick to the leg. Kingston fires off several kicks in succession as Robbins drops to a knee in pain, allowing Kingston to hop onto Robbins' shoulders and connect with a hurricanrana. Kingston rolls through with the move, connecting with several mounted punches before transitioning into a cross armbar, leaning back to apply pressure.

Joe Aiello: And Damien kingston controlling things in the early stages of this match.

Jeremy Piven: Early stages, Joe? He's about to break Robbins' arm with ease right now!

Joe Aiello: He'll have to wait a bit longer for that, as Robbins has made it to the ropes.

Indeed he has, as Robbins' uses his legs to force the rope break. Kingston refuses to break the hold, continuing to apply pressure as Paul Turner starts the count. He gets to four before Kingston releases the hold, the damage done. Just to make sure, Kingston stomps on the arm, drawing a cry of pain from Robbins.

Joe Aiello: And a sickening act from Damien Kingston.

Jeremy Piven: I see nothing wrong with what he just did. This is wrestling Joe. These men go out there knowing they're going to get hurt. It's just a matter of how much you can take.

Robbins gets to his feet, clearly favoring his arm as Kingston lounges in the corner, a smirk across his face. Robbins shakes his arm a few times before turning to Kingston, who simply says "I said, come at me." Robbins rushes forward, delivering a clothesline that sends Kingston down before clutching his arm in pain. Gritting his teeth, Robbins picks up Kingston, delivering a strong knee to the stomach before throwing him into the turnbuckle, connecting with several rights and lefts that leave the Man of Liberty covering up for safety. Robbins tries to connect with a final blow, only for Kingston to duck underneath and roll Robbins up in a schoolboy.

1... Kingston grabs the ropes!







2.... The ref doesn't see it!

Kickout from Robbins! Kingston is furious, clearly expecting that to be it as he delivers a strong roundhouse kick to the injured arm of Robbins, causing the large man to clutch his arm in pain. Kingston uses this opportunity to climb the turnbuckles, catching Robbins with a flying clothesline that sends the big man down to the mat. Damien gets to his feet once more, grabbing Robbins and spiking him down into the mat with a DDT.


Joe Aiello: Kingston just toying with Robbins at this point.

Jeremy Piven: He's making a statement Joe. He's gonna give Robbins liberty or death, and judging the way he's being treated, I'd say Robbins isn't long for this match.


Kingston gets to his feet, signalling for the end as he picks Robbins up, yelling "Liberty or Death!" Kingston looks to lift Robbins on his shoulders for the New York City Driver, only for Robbins to begin fighting his way out of it, connecting with several elbows to the injured neck of Kingston before pushing him off. As Kingston stumbles back, Robbins kicks him in the gut, getting him in position for the Jaw Dropper. As Robbins grabs Kingston's neck, Kingston pulls back, delivering another roundhouse kick to the arm that sends Robbins to a knee. Kingston isn't done, hitting the roundhouse kick again, this time right to the side of Robbins' head that sends the big man down. Kingston is pounces, grabbing Robbins and locking in the Oh Hail Liberty! Kingston pulls back with all his might as Robbins weakly taps out.



Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, The Man of Liberty, DAAAMMMIIIIENNN KIIIIINGGGSTON!

WINNER: DAMIEN KINGSTON

Joe Aiello: And while you may not like how he got the job done, Damien Kingston walks away with a victory.

Jeremy Piven: He said he's beat Christian Robbins, and he did. Fact is, Kingston was simply the better man tonight.

Joe Aiello: Well, certainly a tough loss for Robbins, but congratulations to Damien Kingston.




MNB goes to a commercial...

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »



DESTINY IS KNOCKING

ANDREW CAMPBELL

Vs

DENNIS ANDERSON

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!!!

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: And his opponent, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 260 pounds… ANDREW CAMPBELLLLLL!

Joe Aiello: We have it all here at EWC. We’ve got hardcore, strong style, technical, high flying, and right now we have a battle coming up between two powerhouses.

Jeremy Piven: Tonight we’re gonna see the Gravedigger put this naïve twerp Andrew Campbell out of his misery.

Joe Aiello: Now, Jeremy I think you’re wrong here. Andrew has hurdled over seemingly insurmountable obstacles en route to his career here and Gravedigger may just be biggest one yet. Both men last week faced off against the current tag team champions and while Anderson put away Brock Whitworth for a victory, we saw a close contest between Maddawg and Campbell. While Andrew came out on the short end, he sure made some people take notice. I think we got ourselves a diamond in the rough here.

Jeremy Piven: Whatever, lets just watch Gravedigger dispose of this moron.

The bell rings and Gravedigger immediately catches Campbell off guard with a right hand. It staggers him and Gravedigger bounces off the ropes to end this quickly with a knockout blow. Campbell lifts Gravedigger high into the air…

Joe Aiello: Holy hell, would you look at that? You think Dennis Anderson gets lifted in the air like that often? Campbell is a near foot shorter than Gravedigger and wow look at that power!

Jeremy Piven: Look at this kid, showing off how much roids he does.

Joe Aiello: What a ridiculous statement!

…and then press slams him into the mat. Gravedigger gets to his feet but is knocked back into the corner by Campbell with a right hand of his own. Andrew hits a short clothesline into the corner and then whips him into another corner. He charges and makes a rookie mistake overestimated the damage done as he runs right into the big boot of Gravedigger. Campbell stumbles away. Anderson follows and grabs Andrew by the throat with both of his hands and tries to lift him into the air for a chokebomb but Campbell uses his powerful arms to break apart the hold and shove Gravedigger away. Campbell grabs Gravedigger by the right arm and hammers him over his elbow. He lifts it into the arm and then slams the elbow joint right into the top turnbuckle. Gravedigger tries to stumble away but Andrew holds onto him by his hand, wrenches it in a way it shouldn’t go and ramrods his shoulder into Anderson.

Joe Aiello: Campbell is a smart young man but all of his opponents have spent so much time talking about how green he is and I think he wants to prove that he is inherently excellent.

Jeremy Piven: Oh boo hoo, suck it up, kid.

Gravedigger rolls to the outside of the ring after that impact. Campbell follows and lays into him with a couple of closed fists before rolling him back into the ring. Andrew clmbs up onto the apron taking his time but doesn’t seem to get that Gravedigger absorbs pain like black absorbs light. He kicks Campbell in the gut and then runs him along the ring apron shoulder first into the steel ring post. Gravedigger waits patiently as Campbell is counted out …

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Campbell is no bum. He crawls back into the ring on his hands and knees favoring his shoulder. Gravedigger ever the opportunist takes the point of his boot right Campbell’s shoulder. Gravedigger rotates his arm from his own injury woes and then stomps down on Campbell. He grabs Campbell’s arm and then drops a knee right into the shoulder. Campbell rolls away using his good arm on the ropes to get his feet in the corner, Gravedigger wraps Campbell’s arm around the top ring rope and seemingly tries to take that arm right out its socket before referee Paul Turner says he is about to DQ the man. Gravedigger corners Turner on the opposite side of the ring telling him to tread lightly with his interference.

Joe Aiello: Is it really wise to turn your back on your opponent?

Jeremy Piven: When it’s a nobody like Andrew Campbell, you can do what the hell you want.

Gravedigger turns around, runs at, and clotheslines Campbell into the corner. Campbell stumbles out into the middle of the ring. Anderson sizes him up and bounces off the ropes … the big man leaves his feet and he hits a huge jumping clothesline. Lateral press.

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In an amazing show of power Andrew presses the behemoth off him to break the cover! Gravedigger gets his feet though as Campbell is still on his hands and knees and grabs at the arm he’d been working on. He wrenches down but Campbell fights back with shots to the midsection that Gravedigger. He breaks the hold. He scoops up the 300 plus pounder and slams him into the mat. Campbell looks at his downed opponent and perhaps in a moment of instinct, he goes to drop an elbow. GD rolls out of the ring and Campbell re-aggravates the dirty work that Digger did earlier. We can’t really see the emotions under that mask but a slight nod of his head shows that Gravedigger believes he has this all in hand now. He stomps down on the elbow. With Cambell on his stomach, Gravedigger wrenches and bends the elbow unnaturally as the crowd wills Campbell to fight back.

Joe Aiello: The crowd loves this guy!

Jeremy Piven: All I hear is a bunch of dumb screaming girls.

Cambell gets to his feet valiantly and looks eye to eye with Gravedigger and headbutts him! Dennis Anderson loses grip of the hold and stumbles away. He turns right into Campbell going for the Campbell Drop. Campbell is unable to put Gravedigger on his shoulders and he falls his knees. Gravedigger takes a pot shot at the elbow and then goes behind with an overhead wristlock to torque on the elbow and wrist of Campbell. Once again the crowd wants Campbell to come through. He fights and struggles to his feet and manages to counter out of the hold with a huge beal throw! Gravedigger is quickly to his feet and puts a big boot into Campbell’s jaw. Amazingly, Andrew stays on his feet albeit doubled over…

The big seven plus footer scales the turnbuckle and as Andrew turns around, Gravedigger leaps off with a huge flying clothesline.

He slams into Campbell with impact. Gravedigger holds his shoulder but again with the mask, we can’t really see how much pain he’s in. He digs into his huge repertoire as he lifts Campbell up into what seems to be a package piledriver before turning into devastating powerbomb variant.

Joe Aiello: He just gave that young man his Last Rites!

Gravedigger falls on top of Campbell and Turner counts

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


THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, GRAVEDIGGER!

Jeremy Piven: I told you that Andrew Campbell was a loser.

Joe Aiello: You didn’t tell me nothing. Andrew Campbell went toe to toe with a monster and I don’t care what you say, Dennis Anderson was hurt. I don’t think he could have powerbombed Campbell three times in a row for the Six Feet Under if he wanted to there!

Gravedigger stands over Campbell menacingly as his eerie music plays. MNB goes to commercial…

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

Ashton Daniels walks into his office and is scarred at the sight before him. It's Derek Wellings wearing a flesh colored leotard with a little black bow tie with an assortment of fruit over his groin region and a pink rose in his mouth with a cheesy mustache drawn in sharpe on his face.

Ashton Daniels: Are you serious? This is how you're coming to me?

Derek Wellings: A little voice told me that you'd find this funny and it would put you in a good mood. But since you're not, I'll cut the fat and get straight to the point.

Derek sat the fruit aside and provocatively crossed his legs in front of Ashton like Sharon Stone from Basic Instinct. Watching such a disgusting sight, Ashton cringed and gagged. He looks back and to see The Airborne Ranger is sitting in a less suggestive pose.

Ashton Daniels: Don't do that again, or you're fired.

Derek Wellings: No promises, I found out on the next edition of Rampage there will be a #1 Contenders match for the Tag Team Titles. I want to volunteer for that, I'm a tag team specialist and I want in on that.

Ashton Daniels: Derek, I'm not your friend. First off, you don't have a partner. Secondly, give me one good reason why you deserve a title match.

Derek Wellings: Oh ahh... ummm I choose... yo-

Ashton Daniels: Don't even say me.

Unable to think of a person he looks around the room for an answer. However, he notices a poster of Jaden "Xplode" Hunter on a wall. Lightning strikes Derek's brain and his lost and simple face turns into one of joy.

Derek Wellings: Jade "Xplode" Hunter. I want Jaden as my tag team partner for the #1 Contender's Tag Team match at the next Rampage. Also, as you said, why do I deserve a shot at the tag team titles with Jaden? I said I was a tag team specialist, and I work best as a team having been in the Army. You need someone who can give Anger Management a run for their money, and that's me. Besides, you want extreme right? Give me my match with Jaden, and I'll give you the extreme fight you want to see.

Ashton sits back and thinks about it a moment. He looks at Derek who begins to smile.

Ashton Daniels: I'll think about it, but until then put some damn clothes on.

CHUCK SAMUELS
Vs
ERIC STEEL

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: Please welcome, hailing from Brooklyn, New York.. 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.

Joe Aiello: Singles action here as newcomer Chuck Samuels takes on the always-opinionated Eric Steel tonight.

Jeremy Piven: And aside from a little hiccup last week against Hala Abbasi, Eric Steel has been on quite the roll lately.

Joe Aiello: Let’s not count out Chuck Samuels though. He’s made quite the buzz for himself without even stepping into the ring.

Jeremy Piven: Unless he can back it up inside the ring, I don’t care if he garners a bit of excitement for himself. The point is that he should be able to perform inside the ring.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He is "The Lone Soldier", ERIC! STEEL!

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

Jeremy Piven: See, Steel has proven that he can recover. He might have lost last week, but that’s all in the past.

Joe Aiello: There’s no shame in losing to Hala Abbasi. Steel put up a valiant effort and may have walked away with a few new fans after his performance.

Jeremy Piven: All that matters to Eric Steel is victory. Fans are nice, but getting your hand raised is what really matters.

Joe Aiello: I guess it all depends on how you look at it.

As referee Paul Turner begins to check Samuels for any weapons, Steel rushes forward, catching Samuels with a dropkick that sends him into the turnbuckles. Steel springs forward, beginning to drive his shoulder into Samuels’ gut before Paul Turner forces him off, beginning to reprimand him. Steel just smirks as Samuels begins coughing, trying to get the air back into his lungs. Turner checks on Samuels’ condition, but Samuels waves him off, signaling he’s ready to start the match. Almost reluctantly, Turner signals for the bell as this match is underway.

Steel once again rushes forward, looking to press the advantage his gained before the start of the match. Steel begins connecting with forearms to the sternum, looking to continue the assault on the midsection as he bounces off the ropes, connecting with a flying headbutt that sends Samuels stumbling backward, falling to a knee. Samuels begins to gasp for air, only to find Steel delivering elbows to the side of Samuels’ head, leaving him dazed. Steel bounces off the ropes once more, trying to knock Samuels out as he jumps forward, trying to hit a swinging DDT. However, Samuels manages to recover enough to counter in mid-air, slamming him down with a big spinebuster to the delight of the crowd.

Joe Aiello: And Samuels fighting his way back into the match after a despicable attack by Eric Steel.

Jeremy Piven: Despicable? He saw an opening and struck first. Nothing wrong with that.

Samuels shakes off the effects of the elbows as Steel is slow to get up, still reeling from the spinebuster. Steel finally gets to his feet, only to be taken down by a clothesline. Steel quickly recovers, only to be brought down again from a clothesline. Steel gets back up, this time ducking underneath the clothesline attempt. However, Samuels has stopped his momentum, standing in place as Steel gets to a vertical base. Samuels swings forward, catching Steel with a clothesline to the back of the head that sends him back into the canvas. Samuels roars to the delight of the crowd as Steel crawls to the turnbuckles, using the ropes for support as he gets to his feet. Samuels sees this and begins measuring him, running full speed for a body splash that sends Steel stumbling out of the corner. Samuels is quick to scoop him up, delivering a sidewalk slam before staying on, going for the pin.

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Samuels manages to kick out. Both men get to their feet, nose to nose as both men refuse to back down. Steel takes a few steps back before coming forward with a slap to the face that causes Samuels’ eyes to widen in anger.

Joe Aiello: Oh no. This isn’t going to end well.

Jeremy Piven: Run for the hills kid!

Steel takes Piven’s advice, diving out of the ring as Samuels follows, looking to get a measure of revenge for the slap. Samuels gives chase as both men run around the ring, Steel desperate to avoid the larger Samuels. Steel slides into the ring and continues running, bouncing off the ropes as Samuels enters as well, Steel ducks underneath a clothesline attempt before leaping onto the second rope, bouncing off and turning his body as Samuels turns around, looking to hit a springboard tornado DDT. However, Samuels manages to counter again, keeping Steel suspended in mid-air. Thinking quickly, Steel wraps his legs around Samuels’ midsection, squeezing for all he’s worth as he applies a guillotine choke!

Joe Aiello: Steel looking to choke out Chuck Samuels before our very eyes Jeremy!

Jeremy Piven: He’s a student of the game Joe. Always studying, always preparing for his opponent. That’s why he’s got a guaranteed title shot at the North American Title.

Joe Aiello: Well, he is third in line...

Jeremy Piven: Minor details.

Steel continues to apply the chokehold, desperate to end the match with a victory. However, Samuels rushes forward, sandwiching Steel into the turnbuckles once more… but Steel hangs on! Samuels is quick to slam him into the turnbuckles again, forcing the break before picking him up, placing him on the turnbuckle.

Joe Aiello: Wehat does Samuels have planned here?

Jeremy Piven: Whatever it is, it can’t be good.

Samuels ascends the turnbuckles, hooking Steel for a suplerplex. As he goes to deliver the superplex, Steel begins to hammer away at the mid-section, forcing Samuels to release his hold. Thinking quickly, Steel grabs Samuels' head and leaps off, connecting with a top rope Steel Cutter! The fans begin chanting "MNB" as Steel drapes a hand over Samuels.

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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, "The Lone Soldier", ERIC! STEEEEEL!!

WINNER BY PINFALL: ERIC STEEL

Joe Aiello: OH MY GOD! Eric Steel with a top rope Steel Cutter out of nowhere to win this match!

Jeremy Piven: If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes Joe, I wouldn't have believed it. What a victory for Eric Steel.

Joe Aiello: Let's not forget Chuck Samuels. He looked to have the match in his hands before Steel struck.

Jeremy Piven: All that matters is getting your hand raised at the end. And right now, Eric Steel has his hand raised in victory.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

Ace Heart: Sean! Sean! A few words before you make your grand in-ring return, please?

Sean Ferguson: Absolutely, Ace. Good to see you, again. Long time...

Ace nods and blushes a little, holding the microphone up to Sean's face.

Sean Ferguson: Tonight, in Montreal, Canada, Sean Ferguson walks down that aisle and into that ring in his first match in years! The EWC and its fans will sit in awe, mouths agape, sweat beading on its collective brow as The Man climbs through those ropes. Everyone around the globe will hold their breath and watch, from the ring of bell to the ring of bell, while I whip the EWC's Intercontinental Champion around and around, up and down, inside and out this entire arena!

Michael, before you come out of your dressing room, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to take a couple of extra seconds looking at yourself in the mirror. Focus on your nameplate, that simply says, "Mike." Maybe breathe on it until that shit's foggy and then buff the crap out of it with the heel of your frosting coated fist, make it nice and pretty. Sean Ferguson is coming down to that ring, and he's going to make a statement. After I'm done with Orsome, after I'm done destroying the rest of his career, I'm going to turn right around and take you out. A cupcake master is not the man that needs to represent the Intercontinental Title. The rest of the world, all of the nations hang their head in shame every time the light glints off of that belt, and that shame brings this company shame. That shame brings me shame. You're a shame, son. So, tonight, get that fat boss of your to take notes, because you're getting a glimpse, a taste-test, if you will, of that to expect, when I turn my focus back on you!

Ace Heart: Those are strong words for our Intercontinental Champion...

Sean Ferguson: No Ace, they're not strong words. It is but a simple promise. A promise that tonight is going to be just the beginning. The Man is back, Ace! The action hasn't even begun yet, and the buyrates for our next Pay Per View are through the roof!

Ace Heart: I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't ask you one more question: Joey Orsome...

Sean Ferguson: That's not a question, Ace. But I will indulge you for just a moment. Joseph, I want you to set your pretty little ass in the Kraft Service area, and watch closely. If you think the games we've been playing is some sort of epic build to a crescendo, you are dead wrong. After this match, we're headed to Rumble in the Bronx. Do not expect to make it to that Rumble match, because you and I, we're going to have our own match. You and me. Mac doesn't know it yet, the managers don't know it yet, but that match is happening. We'll be standing face to face for the first time in a long time, and the last time in an eternity.

And if you think that tonight, you're going to get the upperhand over me again, think again. I've brought insurance back to North America from Ireland. I'm having this match tonight, whether you like it or not. So, everyone sitting at ringside, have your cameras ready. Photo opportunities abound!

Sean walks out of the shot as Ace Heart looks on in admiration.

MIKE CORRAL
Vs
TOMMY SPEARS

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first…


The lights turn white and blue as the opening of "In The City" begins to play. As the vocals begin, Mike Corral steps out, looking out into the captive crowd. He makes his way to the ring typically focusing more on the audience than the opponent. As he gets to the ring, the music slows a bit as he poses on the top turnbuckle, hands outstretched as he tilts his head back. After a few seconds, Corral lowers his arms and looks out into the crowd before hopping off. Corral then sits cross-legged, either looking at the opponent or the entrance ramp if the opponent has not come out yet.

Jessica Stroup: From The Shores of La Jolia in San Diego, California… Weighing in at 192 pounds… He is a member of Element X… “The Strong Style Element” MIKE CORRAL!

Joe Aiello: Piven… Mike looks as determined and focused as he ever had before..

Jeremy Piven: Of course…. He’s focused on making an example out of his opponent at the expense of Derek Wellings. Derek defeated him so you can imagine how frustrated he must be.

as the lights go off tommy's entro kicks in the camera goe to the entrence but theres no tommy as the camera croud starts to get loud the camera pans to the croud as tommy comes through the croud and gets into the ring with a towel over his head he gets into the ring standing and waiting for his opponet to come out.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Hell’s Kitchen, New York… He weighs in at 260 pounds… “The Razor” TOMMY SPEAARRSSSS!

The referee, Paul Turner checks both men for weapons and things of that nature. The bell rings as Mike Corral begins to kick at Tommy’s leg. He continues to kick at his leg, attempting to weaken him down. Tommy pushes Corral back a bit with force. He pulls Corral up on his feet as he then delivers a haymaking clothesline that takes his head clean off. Tommy smirks as he grabs Corral, hitting a huge knee straight to the gut of Corral with force behind it. Tommy attempts a vertical suplex but Mike has sense enough to block it and he hits a shotei straight to Tommy’s chest. He then hits another one right after. He has space as he jumps up and hits a double legged dropkick which has Tommy staggered a bit. Mike rebounds off the ropes but Spears manages to catch him and then from there he hits a sidewalk slam which is delivered with tremendous amount of impact. Mike rolls around in pain as the crowd roars with delight and excitement.

Joe Aiello: This crowd has begun to heat up in the early goings of this contest.

Jeremy Piven: Well, we’ll see how hot they become when Mike Corral gets back in this.

Tommy picks up Mike’s body as he hits a spinning punch right towards his face which takes him back a bit. He then hits a swinging neckbreaker with impact to his neck as if he’s trying to injure him. Tommy picks up Mike again but Mike turns around and he hits RONALDO! He then picks up Tommy again as he then comes up and he irish whips Tommy. Mike proceeds to rush to Tommy right to the corner. Tommy comes running towards Mike as he spears the living daylights out of Mike Corral, who simply feels the effects of the attack. Tommy rolls Mike over as he lays him down for the cover.

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Mike is able to grab Tommy as he rolls him in the ring. Mike then slides right back in as the fans are absolutely stunned by the whirlwind of offense by Mike.

Joe Aiello: What a showing by Mike Corral! Even though he’s with Element X I have to give him credit… he’s one talented kid!

Jeremy Piven: He’s not a kid anymore… He’s a veteran here… He knows the ring in and out… And watch him mop the floor with this newbie.

Mike Corral then springboards off the ropes and he hits a moonsault onto the fallen Tommy Spears which is followed by a cover.

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Spears picks Mike up but Mike hits Spears with a Kip Up Hurricanrana, which lets Mike right up. He hits Half and Half with devastating impact. He then sets up for a signature move… he hits it which is called The Catalyst. He then picks up dead weight, smirking. He hits Judgment DDT with force and impact. He then rolls over, forcing a cover.

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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner…. “The Strong Style Element” MIKE CORRALLLLL!

WINNER BY PINFALL: MIKE CORRAL!

Mike's hand is raised in victory by the referee as Tommy Spears rolls out of the ring clutching his head. Mike continues to celebrate in the ring as we fade to commercial break.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

SPAZZ
Vs
DEREK WELLINGS

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!

The Arena Flashes Green And Black...Ozzy Osbourne "no more tears" Blast Over The PA System.The Crowd Erupts in Cheers And Boo's (Mostly Boo's) Spazz then Emerge's under The Arenas Enrance Screen.... He Takes a few steps out toward the stage, then stops's. He Look's on at the crowd for about 10 seconds and then burst out Spinning In Circles and Falls from being Dizzy. Untimingly His Green Piros go Off as He stands up, putting a bird to the camera. He Begins to walk down the ramp. He Enters The Ring With A Smirk on his face as the music stops.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 223 pounds… He is a member of Element X, SPAZZ!

Joe Aiello: Here is a man who has his sights set on a huge opportunity.

Jeremy Piven: He’ll need to stay focus and stick to whatever plan his Element X buddies may have had in any case.

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

Joe Aiello: Here comes Derek Wellings, a man who has been a target for Element X. Two weeks, he with the help of the tag champs defeated all three members of Element X, then he took it upon himself to beat Mike Corral one on one… And now hje’s facing Spazz.

Jeremy Piven: He’ll be looking to see if any of the Element X will come out and attack him for the third week in a row.

Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Detroit, Michigan… weighing in 280 pounds… “The Airborne Ranger” DEREK WELLLINNNGGGGSSSSS!

Earl Hebner, the referee in charge checks for weapons and unusual objects within Spazz and Derek’s ring gear. The bell rings as Spazz attempts to lock up with Derek Wellings but Wellings pushes Spazz forcefully from him. Wellings walks over to Spazz, picking him up by his head as he kicks him harshly in the stomach. Wellings forces Spazz right to the north turnbuckle. He backs up as he rushes towards Spazz and he hits a big splash to start off his offense. He then follows it up with a big boot, smirking as he looks down at Spazz. He hypes the crowd up as he grabs Spazz by his head once more, spacing him out. He then jumps up and he hits a dropkick, hitting him dead in the face.

Joe Aiello: Look at this dominance in the early going! Derek really has something to prove!

Jeremy Piven: Well, if you were getting attacked by Element X week after week, you would want to show them you mean business too.

Derek Wellings gets him on his feet as he hits him hard with a devastating knee to the gut. He then lifts Spazz up and hits a big scoop slam. Derek Wellings lifts Spazz up once more as he then lifts him up for a samoan drop with devastating impact. The crowd is going absolutely wild at the momentum Derek is building for himself. Wellings gets Spazz up off of his feet but then Spazz has enough energy to poke Wellings in the eyes. A smirk crawls on Spazz as he then kicks Wellings repeatedly in the shin. Then he spaces himself out with a huge dropkick.

Joe Aiello: Even with Derek having the momentum, Spazz is trying to get himself going!

Jeremy Piven: If he wants to win his first match in a while, he’ll have to do a lot more than that.

Spazz picks up Derek Wellings as he then hits an uppercut with impact. Spazz then hits Wellings multiple times in the leg with multiple kicks. He then struggles a bit but manages to hit Wellings with a vertical suplex, arching his own back after doing so. Spazz starts to feel the momentum. Spazz goes to the ropes as he rebounds off of them. Wellings catches Spazz in a particular position. He then hits a fallaway slam with aggression, halting the momentum right off track. Wellings pulls Spazz to the middle of the ring as he proceeds to make a cover.

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Joe Aiello: What a turn of events! Spazz is taking it to 280 pound Derek Wellings!

Jeremy Piven: Yeah… Spazz took it to Wellings like I take it to his girl…

Joe Aiello: What does that have to do with…. Jeremy just shut up… sometimes you got to think before you allow bullshit come out of your mouth.

Jeremy Piven: Just enjoy the match…

Spazz stomps on Derek Wellings in an attempt to weaken him. Spazz rebounds off of the ropes as he hits a running knee drop with devastating force right behind it. He then gets on the turnbuckle , preparing himself. He then hits a moonsault straight from the top rope, connecting onto Derek with impact and height. The momentum seems to be rolling with Spazz as he feels the energy simply coming. Spazz stands Derek up, hitting him with a slap to the face. He then kicks Derek and proceeds to hit him with a DDT head first. A smirk crawled on his face following that. Spazz then springboards and he hits a springboard moonsault, connecting onto Derek Wellings.

Joe Aiello: Spazz is really taking it to Wellings! Look at the roll of offense being shown right now!

Jeremy Piven: Now would be a great time to make the cover while he has his opponent somewhat weakened!

Spazz pins Derek Wellings down, hooking the leg just barely as he makes the cover.

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Joe Aiello: Derek Wellings may actually get back into this thing!

Jeremy Piven: Don’t count Spazz out yet… He’s a member of Element X for a reason!

Wellings gets Spazz up on his feet as he positions himself for a suplex but Spazz blocks it. Spazz spaces out as he hits a running knee to the head of Wellings with powerful force.


Spazz gets Wellings up off of his feet but Wellings then puts him between his legs, and he hits a devastating powerbomb with brute force behind it. He then picks up Spazz’s limp body and he hits Army Strong with brutal impact, and Spazz is out cold. Wellings makes a cover on him.

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3!!!

Jessica Stroup: Your winner, DEREK WELLINNNGGGSSSSS!

WINNER: DEREK WELLINGS

Wellings gets his hand raised in victory.

Joe Aiello: Derek has now three straight victories over Element X. Does he have their number?

Jeremy Piven: Wellings just got lucky. Let's see the guy win when it matters. Thats what Element X stands for, they get it done when it matters.

As we come back from Commercial, the scene opens up backstage where Shadow Man is spotted walking to his car in the underground parking lot.

As Shadow approaches his Hummer, he spots Jay Cee leaning up against it with his arms crossed

Shadow Man: "Well look who doesn't return my calls"

Jay Cee: "I'm here aren't I, now what the hell do you want?"

Shadow Man: "Is that how you greet the Taco King?"

Jay Cee: Rolling his eyes "How many names do you have for yourself?"

Shadow Man: Pauses, counts his fingers "High ninety's maybe? Apollo Creed taught me that you can never have too many nic names"

Jay Cee: "Shadow, the point.. get to it please.. why did you leave the seventeen messages, which by the way, were absolutely disgusting and no... I have no idea why you have that rash"

Shadow Man: "It's just an odd place to get a rash.. isn't it?"

Jay Cee: "Well yah.."

Shadow Man: "Any who monkey poo.. the reason I called you was to discuss this brilliant idea I have for Rumble in the Bronx. Since you and I are the first two out.. what if we.."

Jay Cee: "What the fu.."

Out of nowhere, two masked men attack Shadow Man from behind with shovels and then proceed to do the same to Jay Cee. Both Jay Cee and Shadow Man are knocked unconscious with a mini pool of blood formulating under them.

The two masked men high five each other, drop the shovels and take off

MIKE (C)
Vs
SEAN FERGUSON

Aiello: Oh my GOD! What the hell just happened? Who would be stupid enough to attack Shadow Man and Jay Cee? The EWC will not be happy with this, President Mac is going to go ape shit over this 

Piven: Shadow Man just came back from injury, and I don't think the EWC can afford him to miss any more matches due to another injury. Lets hope this isn't serious. Jay Cee looked like he took a few hard hits to the head also. This could be bad for the EWC and Rumble in the Bronx if those two miss any time


Jessica Stroup: Coming to the ring...

The lights fade out in the arena and the crowd rises to their feet, cheering. Sean Ferguson's Jude giggles and then Killswitch Engage's "In Due Time" cuts through the cheers. A white spotlight shines up through the stage area and a dark figure steps into the light. The crowd goes wild as Sean whips out his infamous hockey stick and slams it against the floor of the stage.

The arena is flooded by red, white, and blue strobe lights as Sean makes his charge down the aisle. He starts slapping hands with the fans along the guardrail, when he spots the camera and holds up a finger. The houselights come back up and the music stops. Curtains under the EWC-Tron part, showing the blackened mouth to the backstage area. And then two small headlights shine out through the darkness.

Aiello: Wait a minute, can it be...?

Piven: He said he was bringing insurance to the ring with him, and bring insurance he did!

A small shriner's car peels out onto the stage area and the crowd goes wild, as Irish Pete does donuts, honking his horn like a mad man. He then hops out of his car and starts swinging his trusty nine-iron above his head. Sean stands, looking on in admiration as Irish Pete hops back in the car, speeds down the aisle, giving Sean a low-five, and then drives around the ring.

Aiello: I don't believe this! He's brought Irish Pete back from Belfast with him, which could mean only one thing...

The lights cut out again and are quickly replaced by slow flashing orange and green lights. Tom Waits' "Big in Japan" starts and the crowd loses their minds when a hulking menace cartwheels out onto the stage.

Piven: HOLY SHIT! It's him!

Aiello: He didn't bring just Irish Pete with him! He brought both Petes! Ladies and gentlemen, this isn't just Ferguson's return to the ring, it's a reunion of The B-Team!

Happy finishes doing a soft shoe routine on the stage area and struts down to the ring. He highfives Sean and they both make their way to the ring.

Jessica Stroup: ...from Camden, New Jersey, weighing in at 227 pounds, at six feet, two inches tall, Sean "The Man" Ferguson!

Happy Pete climbs over the ropes and starts doing a soft shoe routine in the ring while Sean looks out over the crowd, pointing at the fans with his hockey stick, and Irish Pete cartwheels around the inside of the ring. The lights and music let up as Sean hops down from the turnbuckles and The Petes jump out of the ring. The crowd gives The B-Team a rousing "Welcome Back!" chant.

Aiello: What a great way to make your return to the EWC folks! Now I just hope he can back it up but it'll be tough against an opponent like Mike!

Piven: It sure will. It will also be interesting to see if Joey tries his luck with Sean's added back up at ringside.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, hailing from Detroit Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is your EWC International Champion. MIKE!!


Macklemore and Ryan Lewis' Thriftshop blares through the PA system and the EWC International Champion dances out onto the stage. The fans erupt to see their favorite dancing superstar with a huge smile on his face and the International title around his waist. Mike carelessly marauds to the ring high fiving fans on his way down. He gets into the ring and hands his belt over to the referee. Before he even has a second to set himself Sean charges him and takes him out with a clothesline. The referee has no choice but to ring the bell.

Aiello: Sean off to a flying start here. No messing around!

Piven: He nearly gone done took Mike's head off.

Sean climbs on top of Mike and unleashes a series of devestating left's and right's to his skull. Mike tries his best to get his arms up and block the onslaught. The referee quickly gets to a four count forcing Sean to get off him. Mike shakes his head trying to quickly regain his focus while Sean argues with the referee over the break up. Sean finally makes his way over to Mike but he gets met with a clever thumb to the eye. Mike quickly hops up and whips Sean into the ropes and then dodges an oncoming clothesline before knocking Sean down with the back of his elbow. Mike pulls Sean up from the canvas and puts him in a rear naked choke.

Aiello: Mike's being smart here. He's trying to slow Sean down.

Piven: You'd expect nothing less from our International Champion. Don't count Sean out yet, he's devious.

Sean tries to pull Mike's arm away from his neck but Mike tightens the grip. Sean then backs himself up and runs towards the corner squashing Mike and releasing his grip in the process. Sean turns around and begins to thrust his shoulder into Mike's gut burying him deeper into the corner. Mike sinks to the floor as Sean then runs to the opposite corner, turns and runs at Mike hitting him with a devestating dropkick to the chin. He drags Mike into the middle and covers him.

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Mike gets his shoulder up. Sean then situates himself behind Mike, places the ball of his knee into the top of his spine and pulls back on his arms. Mike unleashes a small cry in pain but declines the referee's invititation to give up. Using Sean's knee to level himself he someone manages to roll to the side out of the lock and kicks Sean directly in the side of the head. Seans flops to the mat and Mike quickly hooks his leg.

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Sean kicks out!

Aiello: Great back and forth action here between these two superstars.

Piven: No sign of Orsome yet. Is he biding his time? Will he even show up?

Aiello: Why dyou care so much? Seriously.

Back in the ring Mike climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Sean to get to his feet. Sean is facing the opposite direction and seems confused as to why he can't see Mike. He turns around only to see Mike flying through the air and he gets nailed by a dropkick to his chin.

Aiello: Mike returning the favour!

Mike doesn't let up as he is quickly onto Sean and has him set up for a fisherman suplex but Sean blocks it with his leg and then punches Mike in the mid-riff. Mike releases the hold on the suplex and gets levelled by a right hand from Sean. He gets back up and blocks another oncoming right hand and follows up with a right of his own. Sean stumbles back and holds his face. In a sudden fit of rage he charges Mike but his face meets the mat as Mike drops him with a drop toe hold. Mike stands over Sean and picks him up and then launches him with a german suplex. He clasps his hands around Sean's waste and hits another! He stands up again still clutching Sean and attempts a third but Sean fires an elbow into the side of his head. He tries another but Mike somehow evades it, rolls around to the front of Sean and hit's him with a belly to belly throw. Cover!

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Shoulder up with milliseconds to spare!!

Aiello: Incredible counters from Mike. Really impressed.

Piven: Sean looks rusty. It's sad to see. Hopefully he can get back into this match.

Mike seems impressed and strangley begins to do a little dance allowing Sean precious time to refresh himself. Sean gets to his feet just in time to block an oncoming kick aimed at his chin again. He follows this with a knee to Mike's sternum causing him to keel over. Sean follows this further with a swinging neckbreaker leaving Mike laid out on the mat. He smiles sadistically and then drops an elbow right across Mike's throat. He drags Mike up from the floor and propells him into the ropes and connects with a huge spinebuster. He lies across Mike and hooks his leg.

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Mike kicks out - just!

Aiello: There it is Jer'. Sean's back in this and nearly picked up the win.

Piven: I had faith.

Sean enraged with the referee's call of two gets up and confronts him but it's to no evail. He looks towards the two Pete's who return the same disappointed look back to him. Sean pumps himself up and signals for the end. He pulls Mike up from the floor and locks in a sleeper hold. Mike begins to fade so Sean decides its time, he drops the sleeper hold and goes for the Jaws of Death but incredibly Mike reverses it and hits Sean with a power driver!

Aiello: Out of no where!!

Piven: Wait, you know what's coming next! It's wiggle time.

The crowd begin to chant "Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle" as Mike worms and hits The Wiggle Wiggle. The cover!

1!

2!

Sean gets his foot on the rope!!

Aiello: Was that Sean or was that a Pete!?

Piven: I'm confident that was Sean.

Mike looks in a state of total shock. 'How?' he begins to scream letting the frustration get the better of him. He has a change of heart and perhaps better judgement and decides to take it out on Sean. He lifts him up and slams his head into the turnbuckle and then sits him on the top turnbuckle. Mike then climbs up and sets Sean up for a super plex but Sean is resilient and digs his heels in and then unloads on Mike's chest with right hands. Mike falls off of the turnbuckle and rolls backwards. Sean sets himself and leaps off.

Aiello: Watch out!

Sean flies through the ait attempting to catch Mike in mid air and plant him but Mike turns and out of no where hits Sean with 'I didn't mean it'!!!

Piven: Oh my god!!!!

Mike hooks Sean's leg as the crowd go absolutely crazy.

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2!

3!

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall! Your International Champion, Mike!

WINNER BY PINFALL: MIKE

The referee holds Mike's hand up in victory as Sean begins to stir on the mat after being totalled by Mike's finisher. Mike leaves the ring holding his title up high as the crowd goes mental. He walks around the corner of the curtain when suddenly...

Jude's giggle cuts through the arena and the crowd gets to their feet. Ferguson looks, wide eyed up at the stage as Killswitch Engage's "In Due Time" begins. Happy and Irish Pete hustle around the ring and take position at the bottom of the aisle.

Joey Aiello: I don't quite understand this...

Jeremy Piven: That's definitely the song that Ferguson came out to earlier.

The crowd cheers as a figure slides into the ring behind Sean Ferguson.

Jeremy Piven: Wait a minute! What the hell?

Joey Aiello: Ferguson has slide into the ring with...

Jeremy Piven: ...with Ferguson?

A man wearing a Sean Ferguson mask stands up and wraps his arms around Ferguson's head. Happy and Irish Pete turn and start climbing the side of the ring when the Ferguson mask comes off.

Jeremy Piven: It's Orsome! Orsome's got Ferguson in a sleeper hold!

Joey Orsome looks at the Petes, wild-eyed and is screaming for them to step back. Happy and Irish Pete slowly slide through the ropes as Joey steps back with Ferguson still in the hold. Irish Pete slowly starts stepping toward Joey Orsome as Ferguson fades.

Joey Aiello: They're going to have to do something, here. Ferguson's almost out.

Irish Pete: Let's all calm down, laddie. Ye don' wanna be doin' this.

Joey Orsome: Oh, no?!

Joey Orsome then whips Sean around, hooks his arms under Sean, and then brings Sean down in a devastating DDT.

Jeremy Piven: Oh my god! What a terrible DDT!

Joey Aiello: He used Ferguson's own Jaws of Death against him!

Joey Orsome rolls out from under Sean and scrambles to his feet. He stomps around the ring, whipping his arms around, screaming that that felt good. Irish Pete and Happy Pete look down at Sean, stunned. The crowd starts chanting.

BEAT HIS ASS!
BEAT HIS ASS!
BEAT HIS ASS!

Orsome then stiffens up and turns his attention to The Petes. They both look at him and Orsome looks at them, an unconscious Ferguson in the ring between them.

Joey Aiello: Oh god, now what?

Orsome then crouches down and hoists Ferguson back up to his feet. The crowd boos when Orsome spins Ferguson around, hooks his arms in Ferguson's arms and DDT's Sean again.

Jeremy Piven: Oh my god! Why aren't The Petes doing anything?

Happy Pete slowly steps over and Orsome hoists Ferguson up again.

Joey Aiello: Wait a minute, oh no...

Happy then leans down, spits in Ferguson's face, and then stuff's Ferguson's head between his legs. The crowd boos louder as Happy flips Ferguson up and powerbombs him down to the ring.

Jeremy Piven: What the hell?! They're supposed to be best friends! Orsome's turned The Petes against Sean Ferguson! Someone get out here!

Orsome celebrates in the ring as Happy Pete hulks his massive weight up the turnbuckles. Irish Pete then starts wailing away on Sean with his trusty nine-iron, screaming something unintelligible at Sean. When Happy makes it to the top, Orsome hefts Sean up and drags him over to the corner. Happy reaches down, stuffs Sean between his legs, flips him up, and powerbombs him from the top rope!

Joey Aiello: BRICK SHITHOUSE! BRICK SHITHOUSE! BRICK SHITHOUSE!

Jeremy Piven: And that's why Happy Pete was one of the most dominant forces in EWC years ago. The Brick Shithouse is one of the worst moves this industry has ever seen.

Orsome then steps to the center of the ring, flagged on either side by The Petes, and they bow as the crowd boos. We fade to commercial.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

We return from commerical break in the office of EWC co-VP Ashton Daniels looking very pleased sat behind his desk. No wonder, when the victor from the First Blood match is sat in front of him. None other than Joey Orsome.

Ashton: I knew you'd do me proud Joey. How you holding up?

Joey gently carresses a few cuts and screws up his face.

Joey: I'll be fine. I was never going to lose to Bel Biggz.

Ashton: Good. Bel Biggz finally got what he deserved. That will teach him to ever cross me. Maybe this will serve as a lesson to the rest of the roster. I have the most volatile and dangerous wrestler on the roster at the moment and people would be stupid to get in my way.

Joey: Our way...

Joey looks at Ashton angrily who immediately apologises. Suddenly Joey's phone begins to ring. He takes a glance at it and then puts the phone down on the table ignoring it.

Ashton: You should probably answer that you know...

Joey reluctantly shrugs and picks up his phone. He swipes his thumb across the screen and presses it to his ear.

Joey: Yeah?

Ashton watches intently as Joey sits silent, one would assume because he is listening to whomever it may be on the other end. Joey looks at Ashton who begins to signal to him and mouths 'Who is it?'.

Joey: It's him...

#1 CONTENDERS MATCH
HALA ABBASI

Vs
MAD DAWG (C)
WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER FOR THE INTERNATIONAL TITLE

“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.

Jessica Stroup: This is the main event for the evening and it is for the number one contendership for the international title. 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.

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 her 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!

Joe Aiello: Here we go! The main event! Whoever wins this next match in next in line to face the International Champion Mike.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, its decided through a match, not creepy gift time.

Joe Aiello: I agree. That’s why this match is happening. Hala versus Maddawg. Let’s do it!

The bell rings and the two competitors circle each other apprehensively. Abbasi is no stranger against bigger opponent but making a mistake this early would be detrimental. They lock up. Maddawg takes control with a side healock, spins around her, and wrenches her arm with a hammerlock. Right back into the headlock. Hala pushes him into the ropes and as the tag team champion comes back, she gets knocked down with a shoulder tackle. The two are back up and they keep up the pace. Hala reverses a irish whip as MadDawg leap frogs over Hala. MadDawg spins her around and kicks her in the gut. Clothesline attempt… Hala ducks under and tries to take MD down with a backslide but MD twirls out of it and rocks her with a right hand. Hala shakes it off and hits a basement dropkick to MD’s shin that knocks the big man against the ropes.

Joe Aiello: Amazing opening sequence by these two.

Jeremy Piven: I’m not even sure who came out on top there…

MadDawg falls against the ropes, hopping on one leg. Hala hits another dropkick that knocks MD over the top rope. MD lands on his feet but is still doubled over. Hala gets on the apron and then dives into MD with a knee to the sternum! Referee Hebner begins to count out the two competitors as Hala methodically paces around MD…

1!

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3!

4!

5!

Hala struggles with the weight disadvantage but finally manages to roll MadDawg into the ring. Hala shoves MadDawg in the corner and instead of following up offensively, she slaps him in the face challenging his manhood. MadDawg’s eyes widen and he shoves Hala away. She charges and eats a back elbow but as she falls, she manages to hit a rabbit shot to where one of MD’s kidney. He falls chest first against the turnbuckle. Hala pulls MD out of the corner and tries for a northern lights suplex but MD blocks it, spins her around and hits a textbook vertical suplex! Hala still fresh, gets to her feet holding her back. MD follows up with an irish whip. Hala leaps over him with sunset flip attempt and at the last moment into the Canadian favorite sharpshooter. MD uses his amazing leg strength and manages to push her way with authority.


Joe Aiello: MadDawg didn’t want to be caught in a submission from his vicious martial artist.

Jeremy Piven: Don’t worry, he eventually will.

MadDawg pulls the Tehran Terror to her feet but she counters out of the lock up attempt with a jawbreaker. Hala goes for a superkick. MD catches the leg and spins her around. MadDawg goes for a clothesline. Hala ducks it and kicks MadDawg in the gut. Irish whip attempt. MD grabs her by the arm and wrenches her around and lifts his knee into her chest. He latches on and hits the Liquid Cyanide reverse STO. The crowd cheers wildly for the member of Anger Management. He pumps the crowd up and beckons Hala to her feet. He runs right into her with a vicious spear and goes for the cover!

1!...

2!...

Hala kicks out in the nick of time!




Joe Aiello: MadDawg is on fire! Can he win this big main event?

Jeremy Piven: Not a chance, Joe. Not a chance!!


MadDawg pulls her to her feet and for some reason shes on vapors. MadDawg puts her on his shoulders and smashes her with a powerslam!

1!...

2!...

NO, Hala kicks out again! MD shakes his head but feels like he is in control for this match. He puts Hala in a powerbomb position. She struggles but then MD repeatedly clubs her over the back. Her body goes limp as he puts her into the air and puts her back down into the DAWG HOUSE! HERE IS THE COVER!

1!...

2!...

3!!

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match via pinfall and the number one contender for the International title, MADDAWG!

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH: MADDAWG

MadDawg grabs his tag team title and then insinuates that he could use a second title to go with it.

Joe Aiello: MadDawg forced Hala off her game this evening. She may have to go back to the drawing board and while tonight was not her night, she has a bright future here. MadDawg, though, he’s the tag team champion with Brock Whitworth and now he is in the express lane to face a very tough opponent in Mike.

Jeremy Piven: This is just despicable. MadDawg hands a guy a cupcake and now he gets a shot at the title.

Joe Aiello: Oh, come on, he just beat the previously undefeated Hala Abbasi. But you know what is despicable? We witnessed Jay Cee and Shadow Man get abducted. You know what? I think Orsome is involved. Somehow he is. That little …

Jeremy Piven: Hold your tongue. Maybe they, not Joey Orsome, wanted to send a message to those two pandering fools.

Joe Aiello: The number one and two entrants for the Rumble are gone! It’s outrageous. It’s cast a shadow over a great event like MadDawg getting closer to singles gold. We have so much talent here but then we see garbage like that. I’m sick of it!

Jeremy Piven: I’m sick of your bitching!

Joe Aiello: Alright .. that’s it we’re out of time. See you next week and God help whoever did this horrible stunt…


MNB fades on MadDawg showing off his gold to the delight of the crowd …but as the announcers alluded to all isn’t sunshine. MNB ends on a somber note.

© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2013

Aaron Matthews beat Christina Rose
Joey Orseome beat Bel Biggz
Damien Kingston beat Christian Robbins
Dennis Anderson beat Andrew Campbell
Eric Steel beat Chuck Samuels
Mike Corral beat Tommy Spears
Derek Wellings beat Spazz
Mike beat Sean "The Man" Ferguson
Mad Dawg beat Hala Abbasi