MNB #410 - CHICAGO

[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 410



^{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 EWC STADIUM in Chicago, Illinois

EWC BRAWL
September 16th 2013
Live From the EWC Stadium in Chicago, Illionis
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

"We Own It" by 2 Chainz Ft Wiz Khalifa blasts in the Stadium as the show starts off with a video footage detailing historic events over the Monday Night Brawls sixteen year history. Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator and then The Rev all with the World Championship.

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in the EWC Stadium is electrifying. Spotlights circle around the arena as the 65,000 fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans.

A chant begins of

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

The camera again pans around the EWC Stadium and zooms in on various signs including 'Orsome sucks' and 'Mike is awesome' and 'When I'll Kill You Tonight. I'll Spit On Ur Grave And Engrave A DICK On It'. We head down to commentary.

Joe Aiello: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another installment of Monday Night Brawl and were just two weeks away from our first pay-per-view in three years when Rumble in the Bronx hits your screens on September 29th at the famous Hammerstein Ballroom in Manhattan, New York.

Jeremy Piven: You entering the Rumble Joe?

Joe Aiello: You've got to be kidding me, i wouldn't last a second.

Jeremy Piven: Oh I don't know, you'd out last that dinosaur BDC, although he'd probably break a hip trying to get into the ring let alone being knocked out of it.

Joe Aiello: Well that's in two weeks, but I feel a little different about tonight, it feels like tonight we are going to step this thing up a gear. I mean we kick off tonight with a monumental match up which is of pay-per-view quality between the EWC International champion Mike and....

Jeremy Piven: And that tramp Bel Biggz, he should go back to that rock that he lives under because once Ashton Daniels finds out he hasn't cleaned up his image AGAIN, there's going to be hell to pay.

Joe Aiello: Bel can look how he likes Jer, who do you think you are judging him on his image?

Jeremy Piven: I'm Jeremy fucking Piven... yeah boi, one of the coolest cats in town.

Joe shakes his head as Jeremy looks across at him with a ridiculous look on his face.

Joe Aiello: Anyway onto tonight and we have a massive main event tonight, it's the Brawl debut for the Dark Spyder here tonight after several impressive wins over on Rampage.

Jeremy Piven: Cool, Spiderman's on the show... I hope he brings along Mary Jane, SHE'S HOT!!!

Joe Aiello: And Spiderman... I mean Dark Spyder will be going one on one with Damien Kingston in the Main Event who also comes off an impressive victory over Christian Robbins last week. A huge opportunity for these two men with the Rumble pay-per-view just round the corner.

Jeremy Piven: Hey Joe... who am I?

Joe looks over to Jeremy to see him hanging upside down from his chair with a massive grin on his face.

Joe Aiello: Oh God, shoot me now. Moving on and also tonight following from the end of last weeks Brawl management will be taking serious action once they investigate what went down last week with Shadow Man and Jay Cee. Both men were attacked with shovels and it has come to light that Shadow Man himself is offering a FIVE THOUSAND DOLLAR bounty for anyone who comes forward with information.

Jeremy Piven: Maybe it was aliens... who gives a crap anyway, I don't want to hear your sob stories about those guys when we have a tag team match later between the EWC Tag Team champs Anger Management and the stars of EWC Joey Orsome and Sah'ta Thor; who makes his return to Monday Night Brawl.

Joe Aiello: Are you serious? What has happened with Shady and Jay is criminal... you realize that yeah? And with things regarding the attack on Xander Kage still not coming to light nobody is safe around here it seems.

Jeremy Piven: Blah...blah...blah, again stop with your bitching.

Joe Aiello: Management will get to the bottom of this and when they do, someone will have some questions to answer.

'The Fountain' by Pendulum hits the PA system and a chorus of boos instantly fill the arena as the Co-Vice President of the EWC walks out onto the stage followed by the man of the moment Joey Orsome.

Joe Aiello: Oh here we go, not really the management i was hoping for right now.

They strut to the ring with Joey going for a high five with a kid at ringside before pulling away at the last second leaving the young fan distraught while Ashton laughs along.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome to the ring the Co-Vice President of the EWC Ashton Daniels and Joey Orsomeee!!!!

They walk down to the ring and Joey slides into the ring and raises his arms high into the air to more boos as Ashton walks up the steel steps and enters the ring as Joey grabs a couple of microphones off an official and hands one to Ashton. They take in the hatred for a moment lapping it up as the music cuts.

Ashton: Soo... here we are in the windy City!

The crowd pops at the mention of their City.

Ashton: Man you guys are fickle as hell!

Followed automatically by boos and jeers once more.

Ashton: A second ago you were booing me out of the building and with one mention of your dirty little City you cheer, what is wrong with you all!

The crowd start going nuts at Ashton with obscenities being screamed out at him as he just laughs it off.

Ashton: Puppets!

Joey: I've said it all along. Everyone here, the fans, the 'superstars' they're all puppets. Can you all not see just how delusional you really are? Week in week out people say they're going to put a stop to me and what happens? That's right, they leave the arena with a battered body and a crushed ego. And let us not forget what I did to that cancerous waste that is Sean Ferguson. I promised. I said it was just the beginning when I attacked him with that iron pipe. Last week I embarrassed and destroyed him and I'm still not finished with him. When I finally get my chance to face him one on one I will end him for good.

Ashton: And don't forget in two weeks time you'll also become the number one contender for the EWC title after you win the Rumble. Ha winning something the Bulls could never do against the Pistons.

Boos ring around the arena.

Joey: How could I forget? It's the perfect opportunity for me to get one hand on the EWC title. Once that happens you can guarantee I will be leaving WrestleFest the EWC Champion. Also with this new contract of mine...

Ashton nods at Joey acknowledging him.

Joey: Nobody can touch me. Nobody can tell me what to do. I have the entire EWC in the palm of my h-

BDC's music hits as he walks out onto the stage interrupting Joey and he has a mic in hand.

BDC: Please shut the fuck up guys! Why don't you two just go and get a room and kiss each others ass some more!

Ashton: I wondered when you would show up now you can get back on the shows, didn't take long did it.

BDC: Well somebody had to come out and end this love fest out here. Now i'm out here for one reason and one reason only and that is to finally find out who attacked Xander Kage. It's been a couple weeks and nobody has been identified. Joey, i believe it was you, hell scratch that I KNOW IT WAS YOU! Unless you can prove it otherwise, after all you did say you know who did it. Is that just a cover up because in truth it was you? Are you really that sick and twisted? I don't know, but until i find out otherwise I'm holding you accountable.

Joey and Ashton look at one another and begin to burst out laughing.

Joey: Is this guy for real?

Ashton: Unfortunately Mac has some sort affection towards him so he keeps him on the payroll just so he doesn't get done for ageism.

BDC: Shut the hell up Ashton for once! Joey answer the damn question!

Joey: It wasn't me Chris, but I do know who it was like I have said. However, if you think I'm going to tell you, you have another thing coming. We enjoy tormenting you way too much.

BDC's frustration can obviously be seen growing as he closes his fist.

BDC: I know this was your doing Ash, you set this up, that poor kid is back in Wales sat in a hospital bed with his career in serious trouble and your stood there laughing, you will pay for this.

Ashton: Hey dude, this has nothing to do with me, I had a show to run, I don't have time to be setting up secret attacks on young kids.

Joey: BDC I think you need to back off before I do something that, before my new contract, could get me sacked. But, as of now... I can quite easily get away with. So go careful before you start accusing us.

BDC: Is that a threat Joey because I could still kick your ass boy!

Ashton: Hang on... wait a minute, let's not be stupid here. Now Chris just chill out yeah, lets go backstage and we'll talk about this like men because Joey needs to go and warm up for his match later.

BDC: This isn't over! I will find out who did it and if it was one of you two... well you had better hope it's not.

BDC walks back through the curtain leaving Ashton and Joey looking smug as 'Bring me the horizon' by Shadow Moses begins to play throughout the arena.

Joe Aiello: Wow, this is going to be a long night, BDC is determined to find out who did this and I think we all want to know.

Jeremy Piven: I think it's terrible for him to interrupt Ashton and Joey and just start accusing them just because he doesn't see eye to eye with them, it's awful.

Joe Aiello: Oh come on, your either blind or stupid, Ashton and Joey definately had something to do with the attack, there scum and they'll get what's coming to them. It's time for our first match after King of the Cage advertisement and it's a big one.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

SHOW OPENER
MIKE Vs BEL BIGGZ

Jessica Stroup: This is your opening match of Monday Night Brawl and it is a non-title match decided by one fall...

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.

The mood lightens as Mackelmore & Ryan Lewis - Thriftshop hits the PA system and the new EWC International Champion dances out onto the stage. The Chicago 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 opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 215lbs... the current reigning and defending EWC International Champion.... IT'S... MIKE!!!

Joe Aiello: Tonight we open the show with the International Champion Mike going toe to toe with Bel Biggz. Since Mike has become International Champion at our big title week edition of Brawl, he has had a number of potential contenders court him. Just last week, MadDawg sent a message that he has an eye on the title by winning the number one contendership. Let’s not forgot Hala Abassi and even the number three in the rankings Eric Steel.

Jeremy Piven: There’s my guy: Eric Steel. If there is one man who speaks the truth it’s him.

Joe Aiello: Whatever you say …and well do you throw Bel’s name into the hat? Does he seek gold? He has been rather outspoken since the horrific attack of Xander Kage and with Ashton Daniels at the forefront I don’t think it would matter if he wanted to anyway. I think this is as close as Bel is ever going to get to championships here in EWC with Ashton running amok.

Jeremy Piven: Running amok. You’re bloody crazy. We got the best talent here why give a damn about this old man?

Mike hands the International title to the referee who in turn passes it off to the ring announcer. The bell rings and the two stare each other down.

Joe Aiello: These two are both crowd favorites but they have different paths and they have completely different viewpoints on the business. Sometimes its hard to get a read on Bel and what he believes but Mike is very simple in the fact that he is here to win and he has already.

Jeremy Piven: So what you’re saying is that Bel’s fans are losers and Mike’s fans are winners in life.

Joe Aiello: No damn it, it’s not even close to that!

The crowd anticipates the match going under away as they circle slowly testing the waters. Bel goes for a collar and elbow tie up but Mike pushes back and breaks the hold not ready yet. They try to lock up again but Mike quickly breaks away. Finally after a significant delay, the lock up and jockey for the upper hand. Mike backs Bel into the ropes but Bel swings Mike around into the turnbuckle corner. Senior referee has to count to four before Bel breaks the hold. Hebner admonishes Bel for nearly ending the match before it even really started.

Joe Aiello: For the last few weeks, we’ve seen Bel in hardcore and first blood matches and they were very quick paced. Right now, he’s being very methodical in his approach and well, Mike is game as you can see but he doesn’t want to jump right in. Making brash maneuvers is not how Mike won the International title. He is looking for an opportunity to strike.

They go to lock up again before Mike cuts Bel off with a toe kick. Bel doubles over. 

Jeremy Piven: Like that.

Mike clubs Bel over the back. Mike grabs onto Bel’s right arm, wrenches down, and goes behind with a hammerlock. Bel counters with a drop toe hold and then spins over into a side headlock while his opponent is in the prone position. Mike slowly battles to his knees and then to his feet and drives Bel into the corner with the side headlock still applied. Hebner once again has to get between the two to break the stalemate. 

Joe Aiello: I see a lot of the young wrestlers out there today that go for it all right there and right now but both these men are patient. Right now both men are trying to outthink each other instead of just going on instinct.

Jeremy Piven: And they’re getting that old coot riled up so I’m all for it.

Both men circle each other and they raise their hands out to each other perhaps for a test of strength. They lock up the first pair of hands on the right side and then the second. With chests bumped and arms spread they battle over inches of canvas in the ring. With the Greco roman knuckle lock, Mike steps forward with one leg and manages to start slowly bending Bel back over his knee. Before he can complete the unnatural bridge, Bel scowls and shoots back up. He kicks away at Mike’s hands, spins around, and tries to break Mike with an overhead wrist lock. Back heel trip. Mike is flat on the mat. Mike rolls to his belly but Bel turns the hold into an armbar. Mike fights to his knees and then springs up and knocks Bel down with a single leg takedown. Mike goes to drop a knee across Bel’s frame but the vagrant rolls out of the way. As Mike gets up, slapping his knees to get the blood flowing back into him, he takes a deep arm drag from Bel. 

Joe Aiello: That knee drop may have been the first mistake made in this match.

Jeremy Piven: Oh big deal.

Bel turns Mike’s arm into a grotesque angle with a combination of a wrist lock and arm bar. Hebner early on checks on Mike’s condition and asks him if he wishes to submit. Mike shakes his head indicating that he won’t submit. A division in the crowd chants for either competitor. Mike once again battles to his feet and then breaks the nasty submission with a forearm shiver to the side of the head with his free arm.  Mike springs off the ropes and knocks Biggz down with a clothesline. He comes off the ropes, hops over Bel, and as he comes back Biggz catches him with another arm drag and right into another arm drag.

Joe Aiello: Bel Biggz is deceptively technically sound and Mike wants to pick up the pace and so every time he does, Bel makes him pay. Bel is trying to take Mike out of this match by sapping his energy to compete.

Jeremy Piven: And seemingly his ability to stay awake.

And right back into an arm bar as Mike lays on his side writhing in pain. Mike grimaces as he manages to fight back to his feet once more and if it weren’t hard enough the first time, he rocks Bel with another forearm smash. Irish whip, Bel hits the ropes and Mike wants a high standing dropkick as Bel comes back. Problem is that Biggz holds onto the ropes and the International champion whiffs big time. Bel follows up by grabs Mike by the legs and goes for the classic figure 4 leglock. Mike kicks away and then pulls Bel over his body. Mike kicks at Bel’s braced knee and then locks in a sharpshooter!! Hebner immediately checks for the submission as Mike drags Bel to the middle of the ring. He sits back and Bel’s body looks like it may break inward.  Adrenaline pumps through Biggz’ veins as he pushes up on his arms and then rolls inward grabbing at Mike’s shoes and tripping him up. Bel floats over with and attempts a crossface but Mike rolls  himself out of the ring and drags Bel with him. Mike then flings Bel shoulder first into the steel ring post!

Joe Aiello: Oh God, that was sick!

Jeremy Piven: I knew Mike had it in him!

Hebner begins to count the two out as Mike stalks Bel…

1!

2!

3!

He pulls Bel his feet and hammerlocks him exposing that shoulder again. Mike runs Bel shoulder first into the ring post again!

4!

5!

Finally, Mike rolls Bel back into the ring.

Joe Aiello: Mike may not normally display this sort of aggression but with how these two don’t exactly mesh and the games Bel happened to be playing, Mike may have felt it was necessary. A little dirty but perhaps the only way to get back into his match.

Lateral press …

1!...

2!...

Bel has to exert a lot of energy to roll that shoulder up. Mike drags Bel back into the middle of the ring by his arm and then puts the point of his knee into the elbow of Bel trying to bend it in a way that isn’t naturally possible. Mike lays the arm flat on the mat and then drives a knee into the shoulder blade. Now it’s Bel who has to fight back. The other part of the crowd chants for him wildly as he gets to one knee and he recreates the forearms from earlier … once … twice … three times and staggers Mike. With his good arm, he chops at Mike’s chest until Mike smartly cuts him off with a knee to the gut. Bel is bent over, Mike suplexes him into the air and then drags Bel’s midsection over the top rope.  Bel lands on the apron as Mike pumps up the crowd with his patented dance. Bel breathes with labored breath unable to capitalize on the taunting. Mike tries to bring Bel back in the hard way with a vertical suplex in the ring but Bel counters and plants his feet back onto the mat. Both men slug and knee each other. Mike joins Bel on the outside apron and Bel lights Mike up with a chop to the chest. Bel goes in with a front face lock and then drops Mike onto the apron with a DDT!

Joe Aiello: And now we are seeing moves out of Bel that I never thought we’d see. Even in his hardcore matches, he didn’t exhibit that level of aggression.

Jeremy Piven: The fact that Mike is better than he could ever be must be getting to him!

Bel struggles but after another near count out, he rolls Mike into the ring. Bel tries for the cover with a hook of the leg!

1!...

2!...

Mike kicks out!

Mike takes himself out of the ring to get a breather but Biggz doesn’t let up. He gets a running start and then hits a sliding dropkick under the bottom rope that propels the International champion back first into the barricade! Bel sees the sea of people rising to their feet beckoning for him to make a crazy sacrifice to end it right here and right now. He looks around in awe and smiles. As Mike stumbles to his feet, Bel runs at him and dives between the ropes …

Mike steps aside and BEL BIGGZ TORPEDOS HIMSELF HEAD FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!!!

Joe Aiello: He can’t be alive after that! Oh god, he could be paralyzed … someone stop this match!!

Jeremy Piven: Get off your soapbox … he looks just fine. See he just moved.

Bel sits up amazingly holding his head and neck. His nose bleeds profusely. Hebner tries to keep Mike away but to no avail. Mike grabs Bel by the bad arm and wrenches him to his feet.  He grabs Bel by the seat of his pants then and rolls the man into the ring. Bel crawls on his hands and knees leaving behind a path of blood. 

Joe Aiello: Bel is busted open again! I don’t think he suffered any injury against Orsome last week related to this … but maybe this is new.

Bel scrambles to his feet and it seems like his world his spinning. He turns right into Mike’s cutter variant and despite the name; he certainly meant to do this. 

Mike hooks the leg confident in that this one is long over …

1!...

2!...

3!!!

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match, the International Champion, MIKE!!

Winner: MIKE

Mike celebrates as his upbeat theme hits. The crowd roars with approval as in the background Bel struggles to his feet.
 
Joe Aiello: I have a feeling that Bel Biggz may be really hurt. I'm hoping our staff does the right thing and catches him before he hurts himself even more.

Jeremy Piven: Let the bum rot for all I care. Let's focus on the winner of this match, Mike...he may be a twerp but he's a great champion.

Multiple officials and referees try to aid Bel but he pushes them away. He slips out of the ring quietly and zigs and zags up the ramp. He trips himself up a few times but still picks himself avoiding medical attention. The camera focuses on Mike in the middle of the ring when ...

"Welcome to my hood" blares throughout the pa system. The crowd begins to shower the arena with boos as Eric Steel appears from the curtains. He has a mic in his hand as he raises it up to his lips. He looks directly at Mike following his match. A smirk craqwls up on his lips as he begins to speak.

Eric Steel: Mike... Unlike MadDawg, who doesn't seem to be taking this seriously... I'm not here to give you anything but a warning.

Joe Aiello: What type of warning does he mean!?

Jeremy Piven: If you shut up, maybe we can find out.

Eric paces back and forth as he continued on.

Eric Steel: At Rumble in the Bronx, you're going to lose that International championship. You've been impressive, there's no denying that... But here's the thing and one fact that you should know. I am better than you. And on September 29th I will prove that fact.

Joe Aiello: That's one hell of a statement by Eric Steel, one of the contenders for the championship!

Eric Steel: You see... I was destined for greatness. You've held on to that championship for way too long. Mike, I don't give a damn if you're the nicest guy in the world. There's an old saying... Nice guys finish last, but in your class that won't matter because that title is going back to Canada around my waist. And at the end of the night, my hand will be raised in victory. I will be the new International Champion. And I'm going to make you my personal bitch!

Joe Aiello: What a set of words said by Eric Steel! He certainly means business!

Jeremy Piven: Eric Steel is one of our most outspoken wrestlers, of course he means business. And I know he'll back up every single thing he has said.

The show cuts to the backstage area more specifically the office of Ashton Daniels, he's sat at his desk with Joey Orsome leant against Ashton's desk as BDC storms in.

BDC: Right give it to me then, I want a name now, I want justice for young Xander and I want it tonight.

Joey stands up and squares up to BDC who in turn stares directly into Joey's eyes.

BDC: What you want to go now kid because I could still send your ass back to mommy with your tail tucked between your legs.

Ashton: Whoa! Joey sit down man, not in my office fellas. Chris... may I call you Chris?

BDC: Just cut to the chase.

Ashton: Look I know you want justice for Xander and I feel for the kid, I really do, but you're not doing yourself any favors barging into my office throwing your weight around, I don't do such things to you. Now I don't have a clue who attacked Xander i honestly don't and if Joey knows, well I can't force him to tell you.

BDC begins getting wound up and stares down Joey.

BDC: So what's it gonna take for you to spill or was it really you, now I don't think you got it in ya, but if it was then tell me now and stop being such a coward.

Joey: Oh I know who it was Chris and i'm not lying about the fact that it was NOT me. I'll promise you this. I promise you will find out who it was, but not tonight, no I got things to take care of tonight like the Tag champs, but Rumble in the Bronx... yeah, Rumble in the Bronx is when you will find out.

BDC: You better not be shitting with me Joe because i'm losing it with you right now.

Joey: Oh I promise, now I got to go get ready for my match, it's up next so if you don't mind.

BDC: If you don't tell me by Rumble in the Bronx i'm letting loose on you boy and you Ashton, I don't give a fuck if I get fired for it, i'm not past it just yet, I swear to you I will get my revenge if I don't get a name come the pay-per-view.

BDC opens the office door to leave.

Joey: Oh BDC by the way... I said iIpromise you'll find out at Rumble in the Bronx, but i'm not telling you no...... He will be at the Rumble in the Bronx to reveal all and just a little warning Chris.... He's a little unstable, so be careful yeah.

Joey winks at BDC who walks off leaving Joey and Ashton with smirks on their faces as the show cuts to commercial.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

The scene cuts to the parking lot where we see Jay Cee walking towards the building. Already dressed in his wrestling gear and a Rumble in the Bronx 2013 t-shirt Jay looks like he is ready to fight. Ace who has been waiting for The Elite manages to catch him as he is entering.

Ace: Jay...Jay.....

Jay stops and looks at the reporter who is a little out of breath trying to catch up with the number one entrant into the Rumble.

Ace: Jay, you are not on the card today but you seem ready to wrestle.......

Jay cuts Ace off.

Jay: Listen here. Last week two cowards decided to attack Jay Cee and Shadow Man. Now I understand why you want to hide but as Shadow Man has said you should run and hide. I have another proposal. You want to be cowards, then be cowards but there is nothing saying you can not be a coward to my face. Tonight you two reveal yourselves and then meet me in the ring. Thats right if you won't face me tonight then lets make this official. Mac I hope you are watching. Jay Cee versus team cowards in a two on one handicap match next week on Brawl.

Jay pauses for a moment.

Jay: Ace the EWC is in a state. There was a time people would piss each other off and then they will fight now all I see are people attacking people from behind, people taking weeks to torment their victims and every god damn match someone attacking someone after the final bell has rung. Well you new kids may find that the best way to do business but this is how I take care of it.

Ace: How about Shadow Man and his bounty?

Jay: Shadow Man? I do not give a shit about Shadow Man and his $5000 bounty. I think in the current exchange rate that turns out to be four English pounds. Shadow Man save your money and carry on fighting rookies at the bottom of the roster. Let the big boys handle this one. Save your strength to Rumble in the Bronx because all you should be concerned with is being in that ring alone with me. It is just you and I to start with. Shadow Man, take your own advice. Run and hide until the Rumble in the Bronx. We will see you there. Actually Shadow...I will do you one better. Your little show people keep saying you are going to do. Are you taco'ing to me? Consider me your guest this week. I will see you there.

Jay looks back at Ace.

Jay: Anymore questions?

Ace: Well.......

Jay: Don't worry Ace. I am here to fight. There are too many people pissing me off. If I see one thing I do not like, I will be out there kicking some ass. Joey, and Thor, that means you guys to. This is Jay....out.

Jay opens the door and enters the arena.

MATCH TWO
NON TITLE MATCH
ANGER MANAGEMENT
Vs
JOEY ORSOME & SAH'TA THOR

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: The following is a tag team match decided by one fall, 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.

Jessica Stroup:And his partner, standing five feet nine inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and seventy nine pounds, from Parts Unknown, he is SAH’TA THOR!

The opening riff to "Let it Die" by Ozzy Osbourne echoes through the arena's speaker system as the lights dim. A few seconds pass before a golden light focuses on the top of the ramp. Standing there is a regal looking Sah'ta Thor who is wearing a white furred red satin kingly mantle with a matching crown (ala Lawler). In his right hand is a royal scepter studded with gems. The light takes on a reddish tinge as four women (Melfina, Briandea, Paige, and Colliette) dressed in varying colored corsets come out from the back and surround him. As the the lyrics start up the group starts down the ramp as the women dance around him. Once at the ring Thor hands the crown and scepter to the women before shrugging off the royal robes. Thor is now revealed to be standing in a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt with a golden pattern of the Seven Deadly Sins with the words Sin Incarnate in white. He pulls off his shirt revealing his scarred toned muscular upper body. He turns and starts pacing in the ring as he awaits his opponents.

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.

Aiello: That isn't right.

Piven: No, it isn't. I guess MadDawg is taking Brock's advice and fighting by himself.

Aiello: This is not a good sign for the Tag Team Champions.

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.

Aiello: Despite what is going on, MadDawg looks ready for a fight.

Piven: Thor and Joey could be in for a world of pain trying to contain this dog but MadDawg is a fool out here by himself.

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 unsnaps his tag title from around his waist, lifts up his right hand holding the title, then pounds the left side of his chest three times.

Jessica Stroup: Weighing in at 254 pounds from Dawg Pound USA. He is one half of the TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ... MadDawwwwwg!

The fans continue to fill the arena with cheers and chants. MadDawg jumps down and stares at his opponents direction. He hands the title to the ref and takes his cut off. He makes a quick bark that gets the crowd ready to go and the ref rings the bell.

Piven: We are ready to go and MadDawg is not favored to win this match up at this point.

Aiello: Don't count him out. Remember how he gained one half of the tag titles? He faced five other men and came out on top. He faced five other men for the International title and it was a chair that beat him not one of those men.

Piven: Who was holding the chair?

Thor and MadDawg begin to circle one another when "Image of the Invisible" hits the P.A system causing the fans to ignite. Brock comes running from the back with his title in hand.

Piven: Hell just showed up in Chicago tonight. The tag champs will fight together after all.

Aiello: It won't matter, Joey and Thor have this in the bag. Now they just need two.

He slides in under the rope while Thor backs out of the ring. MadDawg and Brock stand toe to toe with one another. They bark some words to one another until MadDawg pounds Brock's chest and he gets pumped. MadDawg takes his place on the outside of the ring with the ripped Brock begging for Thor or Joey to step in the ring.

Joe Aiello: The tag team champs have a big challenge tonight. On the heels of their upcoming defense against either Element X or the team of Xplode and Derek Wellings they have to face Sah’ta Thor and Joey Orsome. I do not envy them.

Jeremy Piven: Joey and Thor are two mean bastards. Anger Management doesn’t have a chance.

Joe Aiello: Um, they’re tag team champs for a reason.

The bell rings and it begins. MadDawg and Thor start off and we are not going to get a wrestling match by any stretch of the imagination. Despite being the smaller man, Thor brawls with MadDawg punch for punch. Thor, the quicker man, blocks a punch and then jabs MD in the throat. Clothesline. It only manages to stagger the muscle bound tag team champion. Thor takes a step back and charges … and MD tosses him into the air and brings him back down to earth with a Samoan drop!

MadDawg barks loudly and then drags Thor to the corner and tags in Brock Whitworth!

Joe Aiello: The tag team champs are more united than ever!

Jeremy Piven: Give it five minutes.

Brock comes into the ring and the referee counts to five but not before Anger Management double suplexes Sah’ta Thor. MD leaves the ring and Brock goes to cover Thor right away.

1!...

2!...

Thor kicks out!

Brock slaps the mat and then pulls Thor up. He lifts Thor into the air for a delayed vertical suplex. The crowd counts off the seconds until ten elapse and until all of the blood rushes to Thor’s brain before he crashes to the mat! He goes for another cover…

1!...

2!...

Thor kicks out again … Brock quickly tags back in his partner…

Joe Aiello: Amazing team work by Anger Management…

Jeremy Piven: Orsome isn’t impressed and neither am I.

In fact Orsome has his back turned on the apron totally uninterested in his partner’s welfare.

Joe Aiello: No Damon Cross tonight … Thor despite having Orsome is on his own I think.

Maddawg senses this and goes for the kill with a dose of Liquid Cyanide but Thor elbows out of it and counters with a DDT. He scrambles to his feet to get a tag in but sees Orsome chatting with Jessica Stroup. Thor screams out in frustration and then turns around right into a spear from MadDawg.

Joe Aiello: This is disgraceful. Orsome always serves his own interests.

Jeremy Piven: And that is why he will be the next EWC world champion, you fuckin’ gimp.

MadDawg goes for the cover …

1!...

2!...

Orsome is suddenly in the ring and hits a basement dropkick to the side of MD’s skull. He then attacks Brock with a sucker punch and then follows him to the outside of the ring. While the referee is looking at the legal men… Joey Orsome goes low with a kick to the balls!

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, do it again!!

Thor slings an arm on top of MD …

1!...

2!...

3???

NO! The tag team champion kicks out!! Outside of the ring, Orsome SPIKES Brock with A VIEW TO KILL!! He goes to enter the ring … when he reconsiders…. He steps back.

Joe Aiello: Where is Orsome going!?!?

Jeremy Piven: He can go wherever the hell he wants.

Brock is out cold and Orsome smirks at his dirty work … but then he looks at Thor … and MD and this whole match and rolls his eyes. Orsome turns his back and walks up the ramp. Sah’ta is on his feet, using the ropes as a crutch, with a look of dismay on his face. Orsome disappears behind the stage area.

Thor turns around and eats a BIG BOOT FROM MADDAWG!!

Sah’Ta crumples to the mat covering his face and almost instantly blood begins to pool under his face. MadDawg rolls the man over and covers him. The camera cuts away quickly but blood seeps from the man’s mouth and his jaw is swelling very quickly…

1!...

2!...

3!!!!

Jessica Stroup: The winners of this match via pinfall, the TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, BROCK WHITWORTH AND MADDAWG, ANGER MANAGEMENT!!

WINNERS: ANGER MANAGEMENT

Chaos ensues as medical personal including Dr. Hiro Lee spill out from the back. Brock Whitworth is fortunately to his feet but he needs the aid of his partner to stand. Nonetheless, Brock smiles when MD whispers their victory. Medical personal surround the mess of a man that Sah’ta has become and even the tag team champs show concern. Security backs them away and they bow out respectfully.

Joe Aiello: The end of that match was just a freak accident. Sah’ta’s face looked like it exploded there from that kick.

Jeremy Piven: Cool.

Joe Aiello: It’s not cool, you moron. Sah’ta could be disfigured!

Jeremy Piven: Cool.

Joe Aiello: You’re a sick man. Production crew …cut backstage … with Orsome walking away… with this … all of this. This is horrible.

Oliver Bailey is standing backstage in front of the red and black backdrop where he is holding a hour glass that he showed earlier. He turns to be square to the camera and smiles.

Oliver Bailey: Champs Hello you there. Yoo Whoo. I know your wondering what is he doing? Why does he have a hour glass. Didn't he learn his lesson? Well shut and then maybe I can get to tell you. Last week you were the henchmen in a attack that busted me up pretty good. And well I just wanted a chance to thank you.

The crowd goes silent as they are severly confused.

Oliver Bailey: I wanted to thank you because, up until now I had no idea you existed, didn't know and didn't care. And now I have a hunger. A rumbling down in the pit of my stomach for justice. So here's what Ive got to say.

Bailey takes the hour glass and flips it slamming it down on a production box backstage.

Oliver Bailey: I issue you a challenge. I want a match for your titles. I don't care when, I don't care the stipulation. Don't worry I am sure I can find a partner. This hour glass has a week of time on it. That's what you have a week, next Monday I want a answer, and it better be yes, we accept. Because if not, there is nothing that even BDC can do to save you.

Bailey smiles and winks towards the camera.

Oliver Bailey: Cant wait to hear from you fellas.

Bailey walks away.

MATCH THREE
SEAN FERGUSON
Vs
OLIVER BAILEY

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Camden, New Jersey, weighing in at 227 pounds, at six feet, two inches tall, SEAN "THE MAN" FERGUSON!!!!

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, and eventually slides under the ropes. The crowd are on their feet as he awaits his opponent.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent. Fighting out of New York, he weighs in at 205lbs, and stands at 5'10", OLIVER BAILEY!!!!

"Beast and the Harlot" plays over the loud speakers the arena erupts with boo's as they know Oliver Bailey is about to grace them with his presence. Oliver Bailey comes out wearing his signature aviators and his hair all styled. He slowly walks down the ramp, he engages with a few of the fans and laughs as he walks by them taunting them. He walks up the steps to the ring and goes over the bottom rope. He hands his sunglasses to the announcer and starts taunting both the fans, and Ferguson.

Just before the bell rings, "Fallout" by Alter Bridge blasts from the PA system, and EWC Co-VP and CO-GM BDC steps out onto the ramp. Sean Ferguson instantly reaches for a microphone.

Sean Ferguson: Ah great. I guess it was only a matter of time before you shoved your nose in my business B! Well, I'm expecting an hour long rant from you, so come on, let's get this over and done with.

BDC: Sean mate, you and me, that was in the past. No hard feelings, I swear. Apart from Moses Lake, you were my greatest ever opponent, and while I don't like you, I certainly respect you.

Ferguson laughs.

Sean Ferguson: So if you're not here for me, that can only mean that you are here for . . . Ah yes, my "opponent" tonight, Oliver Bailey . . . Man, I bet you feel stupid now, spouting your mouth off to one of the bosses!

Bailey shakes his head in disgust, and demands that Ferguson hands him the microphone. Sean laughs, and throws it at him, and climbs the turnbuckle and sits on it. Bailey catches the mic, and starts bad mouthing BDC.

Bailey: Oh, I get it, pick on the new guy is it? Well you know what, whatever it is you have planned, bring it, because I'm ready! I have come to the EWC to make a statement, and the world now knows my name.

BDC: Kid, I don't care what your bloody name it, because all I care about is . .

Bailey: Show me some respect, you decrepit old waste of DNA! You do NOT call me kid! I am Oliver Bailey, and you WILL call me Oliver Bailey, do you understand me!

Ferguson is howling with laughter, and applauding Bailey in a mocking fashion. BDC shakes his head and laughs out loud.

BDC: Ok, Oliver . . . Listen, you took some liberties a few weeks ago, and I made sure you got your ass beaten by Anger Management. You broke the rules, and you got what you had coming. Now, not content with taking your punishment like a man, you whined and bitched about me this week, so, think of this as a receipt for your potty mouth. As you know, I am fucking pissed off, and yes, I'm taking it out on you, but, I'm giving you a chance to fight back.

Bailey: I'm listening . . .

BDC: Tonight, you will face Fergi, as you expected, but, I'm spicing things up a little is all.

Bailey: Really? Do tell . . .

BDC: Well, as you al know, I'm all about the "clean" point of view here in the EWC, but, seeing how I'm so pissed off and all, I've decided to change the stipulation for this match.

The crowd erupts in cheers. Ferguson tilts his head and closes his eyes, preparing for what comes next, while Bailey paces back and forth.

BDC: Tonight's match is now a First Blood Match, BUT, it will be contested via normal rules, as in, no weapons are to be used. What that means is that you have to make your opponent bleed through the use of your fists, legs, knees, elbows and head only! So, I'd forget about your title fairy tales, and concentrate on "The Man"!

Bailey: You can't do this! I am a Hollywood superstar! Do you see this face? This face is insured for a million dollars, you can't just . . .

With that, Ferguson knocks Bailey to the ground from behind. He looks at BDC, nods, and goes to work on Bailey as the referee signals for the bell, and BDC walk backstage.

Joe Aiello: Wow, BDC is in a foul mood tonight!

Jeremy Piven: Well at least this match is a bit more interesting now. He's still a geriatric fuck though.

Joe Aiello: Classy Jer, classy.

Ferguson kicks Bailey in the back of the head, and drops a hard elbow onto his lower back. He grabs a handful of Bailey's hair, and attempts to slam his head onto the matt, but Bailey manages to block, and gets to his feet.

Bailey starts bouncing on the spot, which causes Ferguson to pause for a moment.

Joe Aiello: This has turned into an MMA style match, which in theory actually suits Bailey more.

Jeremy Piven: You WILL call him Bailey Joe, because he is the real deal!

Joe Aiello: But Sean Ferguson is no slouch either! He is a multi title holder here in the EWC, and he has faced and beaten the best!

Ferguson aims a kick at Bailey's legs, but Bailey blocks it, and counters with a stiff kick to Ferguson's temple, and follows it with a spinning kick, but Ferguson manages to grab it at the last second, and sweeps Bailey to the ground. Ferguson kicks Bailey's quad, and grabs his ankle and locks in a modified ankle lock.

Joe Aiello: Not a good place to be right now!

Jeremy Piven: If Bailey had caught Ferguson with spinning kick, it would be over here. His kick boxing skills are second to none, but Ferguson lucked out there, I'll be honest!

Bailey drags himself across the mat, and grabs the bottom rope. The ref counts to 4, and Ferguson reluctantly releases the hold. Both guys get to their feet, and slowly start circling the ring. They launch into a serious of feints and blocks, with neither man able to gain an advantage.

Bailey launches a vicious haymaker to the top of Ferguson's head, but Ferguson ducks and hits a brutal uppercut, which catches Bailey square on the nose. Blood erupts from it, and Bailey goes berserk!

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, due to a disqualification SEAN "THE MAN" FERGUSON!!!

Winner: Sean Ferguson

Bailey screams at the ref, while Ferguson celebrates. He rips the shirt off the ref's back, and uses it to stem the blood. Ferguson looks at Bailey and laughs, and motions that Bailey is nothing but a cry baby. Bailey snaps, and kicks him flat out in the nut sack! Ferguson drops to his knees, and Bailey launches a brutal knee to his forehead, busting him wide open.

Joe Aiello: DAMN HIM!

Jeremy Piven: This is all BDC's fault! He taunted and goaded Oliver Bailey into this, so Ferguson's blood is on his hands!

Bailey grabs the bloodied referee's shirt, and rams it into Ferguson's mouth. "Image of the Invisible" hits the P.A system and the crowd jumps to their feet as MadDawg and Brock Whitworth, BDC's new enforcers run to the ring. Learning from his previous experience, Bailey rolls out of the ring, vaults over the barricade, and sprints up the top of the stairs. Sean Ferguson is on his feet. MadDawg checks that he's ok, but Ferguson pushes him off, flips him the bird, and follows Bailey, as Brawl cuts to commercial.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

Joe Aiello: Welcome back, folks. You know, over the last few months, the EWC has seen a sudden influx of young talent. We have seen some of the experienced veterans of the industry finding themselves pushed to their limits as these young men and women make a splash on the scene. One young star though has truly stood out since his arrival in the EWC.

Jeremy Piven: That's right. Jaden "Xplode" Hunter is home grown EWC blood, and to say that he has made an impact would be an understatement! From winning the EWC United States Championship in an all out war of a battle royal to defeating Sah'ta Thor in a retirement match last week, Hunter has shown no signs of slowing down! Tonight, here on Brawl.. the champ has arrived and from what I hear, he has a few things to get off of his chest.

Joe Aiello: The fans have been very hesitant to accept Hunter, despite his success in the ring. This should be very interesting to say the least. I am receiving word that Xplode is about to head to the ring right now! Let's look to the arena entrance.. and await the United States Champion... XPLODE!!!

The lights dim down as the fans suddenly stand up and respond loudly! "The Diary of Jane" by Breaking Benjamin begins to play as a lone white strobe light flickers on the stage! The fans instantly respond with loud boos, tossing trash unto the stage as Terry Jones steps into view! Dressed in a sharp suit, he nods at the fans and fakes a smile as the boos continue to assault him. As the theme song reaches it's chorus, Xplode steps out now, dressed in blue jeans, white shirt, and a leather biker jacket! He looks out into the fans as he adjusts the EWC United States Championship upon his right shoulder. As the ground slowly flooded by various articles of trash and debris, he smiles smugly before walking down the rampway and heading towards the ring, Terry Jones in tow.

Joe Aiello: Listen to these fans!! They are really letting the champion have it tonight!

Jeremy Piven: Love him or hate him.. you can't ignore the impact that Xplode has made upon the industry in his short career. I have to say though, Xplode has packed on a little muscle as of late. It's very impressive!

Joe Aiello: Indeed. There is a more chiseled.. dangerous.. appearance about him.

Terry Jones steps into the ring as Xplode remains at ringside. He smiles as the fans continue to heckle him, before rolling under the bottom rope and joining Jones. Terry Jones accepts a microphone as Xplode paces the ring, his hair matted down with water.

Jones: Please.. please quiet down? We just wish to have a moment of your time?

The fans become even louder now, ignoring the plea from Jones. Xplode notices this and snatches the microphone out of Jones's hand in anger!

Xplode: SHUT THE HELL UP! You can boo me as much as you damn well wish, but one thing is for certain.. I am the man that you all dream to be. So show some respect!

The fans boo just a moment longer until they slowly quiet down.

Jones: Thank you. The man that you see in the ring behind me.. is the future of this business. I informed you all months ago that you could expect big things out of my client. Since then, he has put down some of the best names in this company, and he still has yet to reveal his greatest strengths. Now, the EWC United States Championship rests around my clients waist, just as I predicted it to be. As far as I am concerned, every one of you in this arena should be supporting this man. He represents all of YOU!

Xplode: I don't think they are understanding you too well, Terry. Let me help you out a moment here.

Xplode turns to face the camera as he speaks slowly.

Xplode: Last week, I proved once again why I am the damn Destroyer of Worlds. Sah'ta Thor doubted me, and I made him pay. Of course, some jokers in the back had to come out and spoil my little party in this ring. If there is one thing that I will not stand for.. is for others to get in my damn business. This ring is my office in a way, and I take that very seriously. That little act by those two jackasses will not go unpunished. For now though, I have bigger fish to fry.

Xplode paces the ring once more, removing his leather jacket.

Xplode: In that locker room back there, you have men expect to be treated like legends in this industry. Most of you boo those type of idiots and I find it annoying. You see, I didn't come to the EWC to receive a damn hand out. I came to earn my keep around here. Obviously, someone in the front office was listening as I am now finding myself gaining an opportunity to win even more gold. That is why I am out here tonight. I have come out here to lay down the damn law..

Xplode stops in the center of the ring as Terry Jones smiles.

Xplode: One way or another, the tag team championship will be mine. I don't care if I have to carry Derek Wellings on my back to get the damn job done! Make no mistake about it though. This is not about gold straps and what not. This is about.. domination. I will forge a legacy here in the EWC and it will be built upon the broken bones of the men in this industry! When all is said and done, you will all see why I am the best there is at what I do.

The fans begin to boo once again.

The theme song begins to play once again as Xplode holds his championship belt over his head. Terry Jones points in his direction proudly as the fans voice their disapproval.

Aiello: A very outspoken and determined United States Champ here tonight. He wants those tag titles bad. We'll be right back after this quick commercial.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

MATCH FOUR
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
AARON MATTHEWS
Vs
DENNIS ANDERSON
Vs
V.I.P

Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl and what a roller coaster Brawl it has been so far only two weeks away from Rumble in the Bronx.

Piven: Couldn't agree more, weirdly. Lots of up and coming stars and old ones have been voicing their opinions and making a name for themselves.

Aiello: This surely has to be one of the most anticipated Pay-per-views to date. It's the first one since the EWC re-opened it's doors and with so much on the line. The winner walks away the number one contender for the EWC championship and will earn themselves a championship match at WrestleFest!

Piven: Well up next we have a very interesting triple threat match up between three new stars. One being a seven foot three monster who goes by the name of Gravedigger. I feel sorry for his mother who had to squeeze him out of her vag-

Aiello: And on that note, here comes the first competitor in the match.

In the arena the fans are buzzing enjoying the event thus far. All of the sudden the opening beat to MGK's "Wild Boy" was heard over the arena's speakers which caused the crowd to instantly pop. Upon doing so the song began to pick up the beat as the lyrics poured out clear for the crowd to hear. In a matter of seconds Aaron Matthews came out onto the stage. As one would image the crowd lost their minds just a little bit more. Matthews couldn't help but smirk at the reaction he was getting as he raised his arms into the air getting them to cheer a bit more.

Jessica Stroup: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a triple threat match. Introducing first weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. Hailing from Chicago, Illinois. Making one hell of an impact here in the Land of No Limits. Put your hands together for the American Tradition, Aaron Matthews!"

By now Matthews had started to make his way down the ramp. All along the way he was slapping hands with the fans. Associating with them as much as possible seeing as he was a man of the people. Seconds later Matthews found himself walking up the steel steps of the ring before he charged across the apron and made his way up the turnbuckle to the second ring. Once again he lifted his hands above his head and the crowd cheered with all their might. Matthews continued to smirk before he leaped off the turnbuckle and into the ring. He made his way to one of the nearest corners as he leaned against it. As his music died down Matthews put his attention towards the entrance ramp awaiting his opponents for the evening.

Aiello: Mathews looks more than ready here tonight. He's facing tough opposition though.

I'm I-I Feelin' Myself

I I-I I I-I I'm Feelin' Myself

I'm So Fresh And I Can't Help It

I'm So Fresh And I Can't Help It

Those lyrics cue the igniting of the SwagTron, the huge screen flickering to life with the promotional highlight reel that is nothing but shameless self promotion of Virgil Isaiah Pryce in all of his wrestling glory. The young man himself swagger steps his way out onto the stage, bopping to the beat of the music and waving his hands around. He takes a few moments to just dance around the stage, before turning and heading down the ramp with nothing but swagger in each step. With each step he takes, the floor lights up, illuminating his path of crowd interaction as he makes his way to the ring.

Jessica Stroup: Making his way to the ring, from Beverly Hills, standing six feet tall and weighing two hundred pounds. Virgil Isaiah Pryce!!!

I'm I-I Feelin' Myself

I I-I I I-I I'm Feelin' Myself

I'm So Fresh And I Can't Help It

I'm So Fresh And I Can't Help It

As he gets to the ring, V.I.P. hops up onto the apron and turns around to throw his hands up to the crowd. He rolls backwards over the ropes and into the ring. He moonwalks to the center of the ring and pop-locks for a moment to the beat, before dropping down into a helicopter spin on the mat. As his legs swing and spin, pyros explode from the ring and the ring posts. V.I.P. pops back up to his feet with a final pyrotechnic explosion that culminates in his name in lights across the SwagTron:

V.I.P.

Virgil Isaiah Pryce

Piven: Interesting entrance by V.I.P. Does he think he's in a dancing contest?

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 immediately setting his gaze on the two opponents opposite him.

Aiello: What a chilling entrance. This guy is literally the one haunting every young kids dreams at night.

Piven: And there was me thinking it was you climbing in through the windows of every kid in the neighbourhood.

Aiello: Hilarious. 

The unmissable giant that is Anderson stands portraying his shadow on the two smaller men of Mathews and V.I.P. The two smaller men look at each other and then look at the monster towering over them and the two shrug simultaneously and then begin a joint assault on Anderson. The two men stand either side and attempt to chop him down with kicks to his knees. Anderson roars and pushes both of them away with each hand sending them across the ring. Mathews and V.I.P look shocked as they stand up and regain their composure.

Aiello: My god he threw them across the ring as if they were pieces of foam.

Piven: It's no surprise when the guy nearly weighs as much as his opponents combined. Look at him. He's physically just... wrong.

Mathews and V.I.P rally again and this time try a different approach to take the beast that is Anderson down. Mathews distracts Anderson from the front by juking him out while V.I.P sneaks behind him and drop kicks him in the back of the knee's finally chopping him down a few feet. The two smaller men then begin a teamed assault on the man who calls himself Gravedigger. They unleash a barrage of kicks and punches to the head and torso of Anderson. They finish, pull him to his feet and whip him into the ropes using all of their strength combined to manage. Anderson comes back off the ropes and double clotheslines Mathews and V.I.P with authority. The two men crash to the mat and roll towards the ropes. They use the ropes to get back to their feet and hang onto the ropes, looking up they quickly spot Anderson coming towards them like a train so they both drop pulling the rope down with them and Anderson flies over the top rope to the outside.

Aiello: Finally they get what they want! Anderson is out of the ring.

Piven: They only managed that because he's so big he can't stop himself once he's at full speed. He hit the floor like a derailed train falling off a bridge.

Aiello: Now let's watch as Mathews and V.I.P will have to turn their attention to each other after working as a team for the opening moments to this match.

Mathews and V.I.P look down at Anderson outside of the ring and then at each other. Suddenly they realise they'll now have to fight each other. Mathews swings a right hand in the direction of V.I.P but he ducks and connects with a forearm to the chin. V.I.P back Mathews into the corner with another forearm before irish whipping him into the other corner and pursuing him but Mathews lifts himself up over the head of V.I.P and hits him with a release german suplex. Mathews quickly makes his way to the top rope and goes for a frog splash but V.I.P smartly rolls out of the way and Mathews eats the ring mat. V.I.P covers.

1...

2...

Kick out from Mathews!

Aiello: Battle of the high flyers and risk takers here. The risk not paying off for Mathews there.

Piven: That's all good until Anderson gets himself back up and into the action. Jumping at him would be like a fly bouncing off him.

V.I.P shakes his head and in turn spots Anderson getting to his feet on the outside of the ring. He jumps to the top rope and raises his arms out to get a crowd reaction. He turns 180 and moonsaults off the top rope toward Anderson.

ANDERSON CATCHES HIM AND POWERSLAMS HIM ON THE FLOOR OUTSIDE THE RING! Anderson gets back up to see Mathews coming off the other top rope for a cross body and he catches him too and slams him ONTO THE COMMENTARY TABLE!

Aiello: OMG! He just grabbed them out of the air like they were feathers and crushed them both!

Piven: This could be over incredibly quickly if this carries on.

Anderson picks V.I.P up from the floor and throws him through the bottom and middle rope into the ring and climbs in after him. V.I.P staggers up to his feet and walks right into a big boot that sends him flying into the ropes, he bounces back only to be picked up and hit with a piledriver literally burying him into the mat. Anderson sprawls his huge body across V.I.P.

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Mathews breaks the count with a leg drop from the top rope!

Aiello: Incredibly timing by Mathews! The match was surely over.

Piven: He may have stopped the pin but now he has to face Anderson by himself. He's fucked.

Aiello: Very subtle.

Mathews rolls away to get to his feet, turns around and bounces off what seemed to be a brick wall infront of him. He looks up to see Anderson staring down at him and gulps. Anderson grabs Mathews by the throat and goes to choke slam him but Mathews somehow squirms out of the grip and drops behind Anderson. He runs to the corner, steps up the turnbuckles to the top rope, leaps from them and dropkicks Anderson straight in the face dropping the giant to the mat!

Aiello: What an amazing move by Mathews. Showcasing his agility to the fullest.

Mathews climbs on top of Anderson and hits him with rights and lefts but Anderson shoves him off with so much power he lifts him off the ground. Anderson gets to one knee as Mathews freezes unsure of what to do but from out of nowhere V.I.P comes from above and drops Anderson with a leg drop to the back of the head.

Piven: These two are doing an amazing job of keeping the big man down!

Aiello: Finally something sensible comes out of your mouth. Makes a wonderful change.

Piven: Fuck off Joe.

Aiello: And normality resumes.

V.I.P looks at Mathews and the two nod at each other. Clearly feeling they need to take Anderson out in order to have any chance at winning the match. They drag the big man up together and tuck their heads under his arms hitting him with a huge suplex. V.I.P and Mathews then consecutively climb opposite corners. Mathews hits a frog splash while V.I.P drops a leg across Andersons neck! They then both hook one of Anderson's legs to cover him. The crowd go silent as the two then slowly look across at the other and realise they're trying to pin him at the same time.

Aiello: Awkward moment here. They both tried to pin the same man at the same time.

Piven: They both had the same idea. Sadly we can't have two winners.

Mathews and V.I.P both get up and begin arguing over who deserved the pin. The conversation blows up and the two begin a slug fest exchanging blow after blow. Mathews gets the upper hand by throwing his knee into the gut of V.I.P and spikes him with a double arm DDT. He quickly covers.

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Anderson boots Mathews in the back of the head and breaks the count!

Aiello: The triple threat format is such a tough match to get the win. You need both of your opponents to be out in order to get the win as has been proved twice in this match now by pins being broken up by an opponent.

Piven: Who let captain obvious in the building?

Anderson picks Mathews up by the neck and throws him into the corner. He drives his boulder sized shoulder into the gut of Mathews once, twice, three times as Mathews slumps to the mat holding his mid section. Anderson gloats a little bit as Mathews valiantly pulls himself up using the ropes only to be grabbed by Anderson who throws him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex.

Aiello: Anderson looking dominant again. His size and power is just too much for the others to contend with.

Mathews rolls out of the ring after being thrown like a rag doll and leaves Anderson alone with V.I.P who has made it back into the ring after escaping the ring. V.I.P uses his speed well ducking a clothesline from Anderson and then slides through his legs after bouncing off the ropes. V.I.P stamps on the back of Anderson's knee dropping him down he then flies off the ropes again and catches Anderson with a knee to the jaw. Anderson crashes to the mat. V.I.P then climbs to the top rope riding his wave of momentum and signals to the crowd at the top. He flips off the top rope for his signature move 'Beverly Hills Stomp' and connects to Anderson's face but as he lands MATHEWS CATCHES HIM IN THE CHIN WITH THE SUPERKICK FROM HELL!!!

Piven: Holy crap Mathews just decapitated him!! What perfect timing too as V.I.P just took out Anderson with a moonsault stamp to the face.

Aiello: I think he just broke his jaw.

V.I.P flops to the mat like he'd just been shot by a sniper and falls on top of Anderson. Mathews belly flops onto both of them to cover.

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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall. The American Tradition, Aaron Mathews!!!

Winner: AARON MATHEWS

The referee holds Mathew's hand high as the other two opponents roll out of the ring holding their heads. Mathew's climbs to the top turnbuckle and soaks up the crowd.

Aiello: What an impressive win by Mathews. It was a triple threat but with Anderson being in the match I'm sure it felt like four or five.

Piven: I still can't get over that kick to the head. Wow.

Aiello: Wow indeed. Well folks we need a quick break to take that all in and I'm sure you do too. Up next we have two more new comers getting a shot to prove their worth. Right after this break.

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MATCH FIVE
TOMMY SPEARS
Vs
CHRISTIAN ROBBINS

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

as the lights go off tommy's intro kicks in the camera goes to the entrance but there’s no tommy as the camera crowd starts to get loud the camera pans to the crowd as tommy comes through the crowd and gets into the ring with a towel over his head he gets into the ring standing and waiting for his opponent to come out.

Jessica Stroup: From Hell’s Kitchen, New York, weighing in at 260 pounds…. “The Razor” TOMMY SPPPPEEEEAAARRRRSSSSS!

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.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Woodstock, New Brunswick, Canada… weighing in at 275 pounds… “The Canadian Badass” CHRISTIAN ROBBINNNNSSSSSS!

The bell rings as Christian quickly rushes to Tommy, sending a knee straight to Tommy’s head. Christian kneels down as he hammers away at the forehead of Tommy, obviously not wasting any time once so ever. Christian picks Tommy up off of his feet, sending a hard right hand to the face of Tommy. He follows up with a knee straight to Tommy’s gut with him bent over slightly. Christian then irish whip him to the ropes. Christian catches Tommy as he hits a belly to back suplex with devastating force. An “Ooo” sound comes directly from the EWC crowd while they watch on in admiration.

Joe Aiello: Look at the domination by Christian in the early going! He certainly isn’t playing any type of games.

Jeremy Piven: Of coruse not. He wants to win after being a failure for the last couple of weeks… Wouldn’t you have something to prove?

Christian lifts Tommy off of his feet, irish whipping him as Christian hits Tommy with a big boot straight to his face. Christian then gets Tommy up but Tommy slaps Christian with harshness. He then follows it up with a spinning punch with aggression. He then hits a capture suplex with impact, having his head bounce completely off the mat. Tommy stands up and he stomps on the already downed Christian. Tommy picks up Christian by the head as he lifts him over his shoulder and delivers a massive Oklahoma Slam. Tommy runs to the ropes as he sends a knee directly to Christian’s temple. He then gets Christian up, quickly serving up an arm drag.

Joe Aiello: What power by Tommy Spears!

Jeremy Piven: It’s power versus power. Only time can tell as to who will win this one!

Tommy Spears gets Christian up off of his feet as he then grabs Christian’s waist. Tommy then lifts him up fgr a powerful belly to belly suplex, floating over for a quick cover.

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Christian kicks out as Tommy picks him up by the head. Christian then kicks him in the stomach harshly. He then positions himself for a vertical suplex with massive aggressive. Christian gets up as he sends an elbow right to Tommy’s chest. He lifts Tommy up off of his feet as he introduces a power slam right towards Tommy which is meant with increasing impact. And the crowd is going absolutely nuts due to the attack at hand. Christian grabs Tommy as he then hits a half nelson suplex with massive force. And Christian simply feels the momentum that was coming his way.

Joe Aiello: Christian is looking to turn this match around!

Jeremy Piven: I actually was beginning to become worried to be perfectly honest with you.

Christian gets Tommy up as he hits a neckbreaker with speed and impact. Christian runs to the ropes, running as he hits a splash on top of Tommy. Christian picks up Tommy by the head as he hits a massive dragon suplex, which has Tommy’s head and neck bounding off the mat. Christian then falls over and makes a cover to Tommy.

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Tommy kicks out as Chrisitan gets him up. Christian then hits a massive spinebuster with force. Tommy arches his back as he feels the pain. Christian then gets Tommy up as he sets up for a Samoan Drop but Tommy reverses it into an massive DDT. Both men are down as the referee simply begins to count.

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Both men stir and get up on their feet. Christian lands a right hand over to Tommy with aggression. Tommy comes back and he lands a right hand of his own. Both men go back and forth until Tommy gets the upper hand. He then hits a swinging neckbreaker with speed and impact. Tommy gets Christian up off of his feet. Now it’s his turn to hit a belly to belly suplex that was meant with force behind the move. Tommy then gets Christian up, irish whipping him to the north turnbuckle. Tommy goes over to the turnbuckle and he seats Christian there. He then runs up and he grabs Christian. He then hits the T-Bone Suplex from the turnbuckle with speed and it hit with force.

Joe Aiello: What a series of suplexes by Tommy! It’s clearly evident that he wants top win!

Jeremy Piven: He could’ve ended it when he had the chance. And now, it could possibly come back to haunt him.

Tommy crawls over and he quickly goes for the pin.

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Christian rolls his shoulder up and Tommy obviously seems to be frustrated. Tommy picks up Christian but Christian goes behind him and quickly hits a German suplex with massive force. Christian struggles to stand right back up as he positions himself accordingly. Christian then gets Tommy up as he smirks. Robbins punches Spears and staggers him against the ropes. Christian then clotheslines him over the top rope and his momentum takes him right over. Both men land on their feet slugging away at each violently. The referee looks at the competitors and yells at them to get in the ring!! As both men take turns slamming each other into the barrcade in an all out brawl, the referee has no choice to begin to count them out.

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The battle spills up the ramp in a frenzy ...

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Neither man cares about the count ...

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Jessica Stroup: This match has been ruled a double count out!!!

DOUBLE COUNT OUT!

The crowd boos heavily but it doesn't stop the two...

Joe Aiello: I can't see this being far from over with these two young men. What an intense ending.

Jeremy Piven: Nice to see they forgot the rules.

Joe Aiello: Don't think they cared.

Referees, officials, rookie prospects attempt to pull the two men apart but it's a futile effort.

?!: Oh for fuck sake. Will you get these two worthless nobodies out of my arena!

The entire arena suddenly falls silent as they begin to look around trying to spot the source of the voice bellowing around the venue. Suddenly Joey Orsome strolls out from behind the curtain only to be greeted by his usual roar of hostility. He arrogantly smirks as Spears and Robbins are dragged backstage by the EWC officials. Joey gently strolls down towards the ring soaking up the atmosphere around him.

Joey: You never fail to amaze me. Every week I come out here and you get louder and louder with the false hope that you can silence me. You're all in a fantasy world you pathetic wastes of oxygen.

Once more the crowd erupts trying to essentially boo Joey off the stage but it's all to no avail. Joey climbs into the ring and situate's himself in the centre looking around at the thousands of EWC fans.

Joey: What you all fail to see is that I thrive on this. You're just providing fuel to the fire. So be as hostile as you like towards me it won't change a single thing.

The crowd miraculously falls silent on these words almost as if having their hopes crushed in an instant. The idea that they are fuelling someone they despise so much creates an eerie silence.

Joey: Aww, cat caught your tongue? Regardless, I haven't come out here to belittle you all and play with your tiny infant minds. I'm here to make a final statement ahead of Rumble in the Bronx. It would seem that everyone has been so caught up recently with everything else going on they've forgotten about the single most important thing that is happening only two weeks away. The Twenty-ninth of September is the day that you all get to witness me walk out the number one contender for the EWC title.

The crowd suddenly find their voices again as they begin to jeer at the mention of Joey becoming the number one contender.

Joey: Interesting. So I take it by that you either don't want me to or the fact that you believe it to be true but don't want to come to terms with it? You think I give a fuck about your opinion? The fact is this. I will walk into the Rumble at whatever damn number I am given, whether it be number three or thirty and I will end up the only man standing. Jay Cee and Shadow Man can enjoy their two minutes of fame at the start but that's all it will ever be. If either of them think they are going to last the entire length of the match and walk away the winner I want to know what it is they've been smoking. And no I'm not talking about their dicks. They want to create a lasting legacy. They want to be the man that survives the entire Rumble. They're deluded. Am I the only one with my head screwed on right in this god forsaken company?

Joey looks around raising his arms to the side.

Joey: I thought as much. I only care about one thing. Winning the Rumble and becoming the next EWC Champion. That's how I will lay down my lasting legacy. None of this thirty seconds of glory bullshit. I warned you all of the storm that is fast approaching. Rumble in the Bronx is when that storm hits. It's when the face of the EWC changes forever. You all condemn me for my recent actions but you haven't seen anything yet. Mark my words things are going to get a lot worse around here. It'll make the attack on Xander Kage look like a children's playtime story. Rumble in the Bronx will bring forth a force that has never been witnessed in this federation before. You will NOT be ready. The storm is coming.

With that Joey throws the mic toward the bell table and steps out of the ring to a stunned silence.

Aiello: W- Wh- I mean I'm speechless. Just what in the hell does he mean by all of this? What's going to happen at Rumble in the Bronx? How is he going to change the face of the EWC forever? Will anyone even stop him?

Piven: Question after question. Just shut up. You heard what he said. We'll have to wait until the Rumble to find out exactly what he meant. Have some patience for fuck sake Joe.

Aiello: I'm sorry but I think the whole EWC universe will be with me on wanting to know just what he has in store for us. We'll return with your Main Event for tonight just after this quick commercial break.

» COMMERCIAL » BREAK »

WHO WILL BE THE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE TAG TEAM TITLES?

FIND OUT ON FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE!

Dr. Hiro Lee shines a pen light into Bel Biggz' pupils. Bel has wads of tissues stuffed in his nose. They're both in a small room designated as a medical room for the night...

Dr. Lee: I'm ashtonished you're even walking, Bel. You need to take more care in the ring. You're no spring chicken ... I'd like to have some further --

Bel Biggz: I'm fine.

Ashton Daniels steps into the room.

Ashton Daniels: That's good to know. Oh, hello, Dr. Lee. Treating Bel for his boo-boos this evening?

Dr. Lee: Mr. Daniels, this man could have --

Ashton Daniels: Don't bore me. Bel, I figured I'd drop in. In celebration of another dissapointing evening for you, I'd like to announce that your participation in the Rumble in the Bronx match is no longer needed. Have a wonderful evening.

Ashton leaves before he can reply.

The camera cuts back to the announcers...

Joe Aiello: What the hell? Why the hell would he remove Bel from the big 30 man rumble?

Jeremy Piven: Because he's a loser. Don't question the boss!

Joe Aiello: President Mac is the boss, Jeremy. Well, maybe he'll have a talk with Ashton. Next up we've got our big main event with Damien Kingston versus Dark Spyder -- two of the newer wrestlers who have really busted their asses to get to this spot tonight. Falls count anywhere coming up!

FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
THE DARK SPYDER IV
Vs
DAMIEN KINGSTON



Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the follow match is the MAIN EVENT and is a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, standing six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is THE DARK SPYDER IV!!”

As 'We're In This Together' by Nine Inch Nails blasts through the arena, the lights dim and crimson spotlights scan the crowd, finally spotting The Dark Spyder IV as he makes his way down to ringside through the fans. He makes his way down, jumps the barrier, and slides into the ring...

Joe Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen, this will be a great main event. Falls Count Anywhere and with two men who have yet to be defeated. The Dark Spyder IV and Damien Kingston are going to tear each other apart.

Jeremy Piven: Hopefully it won’t be anything silly like that Hardcore Match a few weeks back with Bel Biggz and Gravedigger. I know I want to see some body, compound fractures and what the Hell, let see some knocked and broken teeth.

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

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing to you at this time from New York City, New York. Standing six feet one inch tall, weighing in at 238 pounds and is known as the self-proclaimed Man of Liberty, DAAAMMMIIIIENNN KIIIIINGGGSTON!

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

Jeremy Piven: Now this is what I would have paid to see if I didn’t work here. “The Man of Liberty” Damien Kingston, a real wrestler who doesn’t need to look like a super hero or think his boss is his best friend. Simple and pure, that’s what we need.

Joe Aiello: He is a very fine wrestler and I do know what Damien is capable of. But I’m going to root against him and bet my money on The Dark Spyder.

The bell rings, and both men lock up pushing each other around. Dark Spyder gets the upper hand as he starts kicking his opponent in his gut, breaks Damien’s grasp, and hits a Bakatare Side Kick. Kingston falls back on the ropes, bounces off and attempt a Yakuza Kick but Spyder side steps him and hits a Gutbuster. As his opponent recovers, The Dark Spyder runs at him and drives a knee into his rib cage.

Spyder jumps up onto the bottom rope, then then the middle rope and hits a Moonsault. The crowd pops at his athleticism. Before the referee can begin a count, Spyder pulls up Kingston and whips him into a corner then follows through and with several vicious elbows over Kingston’s head. However, Kingston finally fights back throwing several fists into his opponents gut. Dark Spyder doubles over, setting Damien up and he carries the Spyder to the center of the ring and hits a vicious Powerbomb.

Joe Aiello: Vicious Powerbomb counter by “The New York Loudmouth.”

Jeremy Piven: That’s the viciousness of a winner. The viciousness of a man who wants the EWC Championship one day, not some oddball who hides behind a stupid shitty mask.

Damien stumbles on the ropes, bounces off and hits a Running Guillotine Legdrop. Quickly, Kingston stands up and beings dropping several elbows over his opponents chest.

Damien stops and allows the referee to start counting…

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Dark Spyder is conscious and he quickly rolls out of the ring. Daminen Kingston waits inside the ring as Spyder stands. Once he’s up, Kingston uses the ropes to vault him over the ropes and hit a Springboard Crossbody outside the ring. The Man of Liberty gets on one knee and begins punching his opponents face. Several fans shout something at Damien and cause him to stop and argue with them, he spits at the fans direction and goes back to his opponent. Kingston looks under the ring and tosses out several road signs, a steel chair and trashcan that have panes of glass. He lifts up a pane, ready to use it but Dark Spyder has recovered and hits a Drop Kick on the glass, breaking it over Damien’s chest. The crowd goes crazy as he scurries away from the glass.

Jeremy Piven: As much as I don’t want to cheer on or give Dark Spyder IV any credit, I have to admit I love the idea of blood. I’m just not keen on the idea of Damien Kingston getting cut open by some mask wearing pussy.

Joe Aiello: Hey watch it, Jeremy. We do have women and children that watch this show. But I have to agree with you only because the fans love to see violence.

Seeing his opponent down, Spyder grabs the steel chair and begins to viciously attack his opponent over his back with it. Damien crawls towards the crowd with The Dark Spyder following him every step of the way, then as Kingston climbs over; Spyder hits him over the head with the steel chair. This time the he stops moving and the referee begins to count.

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Damien isn’t doing much moving. The Dark Spyder takes a moment to climb over and set up the chair to catch a breather.

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Damien starts moving, but Spyder watches him, folds up the chair and gets ready to use it again. The Man of Liberty however charges under his opponent as Dark swings high. Spyder is kicked from behind in his butt, back, and head. Fortunately he doesn’t drop the chair, but when he turns around and chases after his opponent, Damien grabs a young woman and uses her as a human shield. The crowd boos but Dark Spyder drops the chair, the woman is shoved at him, they catch eyes while the young woman smiles and Kingston makes a break for it. The Dark Spyder picks up the chair and throws it at The New York Loudmouth and hits his knees, causing him to fall face first into a vender cart.

Joe Aiello: That’ll hurt and I hope it hurts a lot too. What kind of man uses a woman as a human shield when he’s losing a fight?

Jeremy Piven: A smart man, that’s who. Women want to be treated as equals, well they better be ready to get beaten like equals. “The New York Loudmouth” is just protecting his own ass, and I don’t blame him. Would you trust another man in a full body leotard? I know I wouldn’t.

Damien Kingston grabs a glass bottle of Coke, breaks it and looks around for his opponent. He doesn’t see him at first, but when a piercing whistle is heard Damien looks up to see that Spyder has run around him got on top of a second level balcony! The crowd goes insane as he does a Triple Jump Moonsault using the security railing and lands on Damien! He hooks a leg as he goes for a cover!

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TH-KICK OUT BY DAMIEN! The Dark Spyder is on his knees, clearly shocked that his opponent kicked out, he then stomps on his opponent’s chest as he tries to get away. The Loudmouth climbs up some stairs slowly and as Dark Spyder tries to grab him and pull him back, Damien throws several kicks back into his gut. Spyder falls over, allowing Damien a moment to get up and grab a trash can. He empties the contents over Spyder and begins beat him with the tin trash can repeatedly. Dark Spyder takes the blows repeatedly, not giving up causing Damien to go harsher and harsher. He throws it aside, grabs Spyder by his head and leads him up the stairs.

Joe Aiello: This match is crazy! What else are these men going to do to each other.

Jeremy Piven: Anything and everything they want to. They’re going to beat each other half to death so they have something to gloat over.

Damien punches his opponent around the second floor edging as fans stand up to let them pass. Spyder grabs a full cup and smashes it into his opponent’s face, but the Man of Liberty shakes it off and punches his opponent again. Dark Spyder knocks over a vender who drops his tray and Kingston steps over, grabs the tray and breaks it over Dark’s face.

He reels back near an edge above several tables. The fans start getting louder and louder as Damien tries to flip his opponent over the railing. But Spyder resists and fights back by hitting his opponent with several vicious knees strikes to his head. The New York Loudmouth backs away, Dark Spyder jumps on top of him and attempts a German Suplex on the stairs but his opponent spins around him, locks in a Half Nelson Release Suplex, pulls him back, and throws him over the railing!

Dark Spyder goes over and falls several feet and crashes through a pair of tables! The fans are going crazy as they cannot believe what they have just witnessed. Even Damien Kingston cannot believe what he just did and is shocked at what just happened. Several EMTs run out and check on Dark Spyder to ensure he’s okay to continue the match!

Jeremy Piven: Holy fucking shit! “The Man of Liberty” Damien Kingston has just murdered The Dark Spyder IV on national television! I don’t believe this! This is beyond a shadow of the doubt the most awesome fucking thing I’ve seen all year!

Joe Aiello: That’s it! This match is over! How can any man survive all like that and still want to continue?! If The Dark Spyder somehow finds way to continue, he’ll be a braver and much better man than I.

Dark Spyder is on a stretch with Damien Kingston stand victoriously on the railing. However, the Spyder starts stirring and gets off the stretcher. He pushes away the EMTs as the crowd starts to go crazy, supporting their Dark Hero. The New York Loudmouth smiles as he sees his opponent standing up, suddenly Damien jumps off the railing and attempts an Implant DDT but at the last possible moment, Spyder counters with Dropsault!

Damien lands hard, holding his abdominal area as Spyder knocks the wind out of himself. The referee begins counting as he stands over both men and the crowd explodes!

Joe Aiello: I don’t believe this! Not only is Spyder able to continue, but he’s still bringing the fight to The Man of Liberty, Damien Kingston!

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Spyder is the first one up, using fan chairs to help himself up.

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Damien Kingston grabs braces his knees as he starts to stand up. The two men turn around and Dark Spyder attempts an Exploder Suplex but Damien counters it with a vicious head butt and follows up with a Tiger Suplex but he too is countered and both men take each other out with a Side Russian Leg Sweep.

Jeremy Piven: This is great! Neither one of these men are backing down to the other. Whoever wins will get a huge jump up on the ladder of success.

Damien Kingston gets up first, he takes a hold of a nearby Fire Extinguisher, turns around to see Dark Spyder on his feet. Once Spyder turns around, Damien quickly hits him in his face. Spyder hits the wall, he stumbles back groggy but The New York Loudmouth smacks the taste out of Syder’s mouth with the Come At Me, the fans try getting solidly behind Spyder but Kingston hits him with the Falling From The Empire!!!

[/b] Right on the concrete floor! Arrogantly, Kingston stands up and puts a foot on his opponents chest and flexes his muscles as the referee counts…[/i]

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The referee calls for the bell as Damien’s arm is raise in the air!

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, “The Man of Liberty” DAMIEN KINGSTON!

Jeremy Piven: There we go! The Man of Liberty liberates us from that clown The Dark Syder IV! What a vicious match this was!

Joe Aiello: After a Falling From The Empire on the cold hard ground, I don’t blame Dark Spyder but this was one Hell of a match! This will be remembered by both men and I wouldn’t be surprised if they met again soon!

As Aiello and Piven are talking about the amazing main event, the X-Tron flares up, and we cut to the backstage area where we see Anger Management, Shadow Man and Jay Cee, and Joey Orsome and Ashton Daniels in a heated debate.

Jay Cee: Joey, I know you know who attacked us, so stop dicking around and tell us!

Shadow Man: It's worth 5 grand you know . . .

Orsome laughs out loud.

Orsome: I've already told you that I don't know, and to be honest, I don't fucking care, now get out of my face, before I make you get out of my face.

Anger Management steps in between them.

MadDawg: Hold on now guys. B has told us to come and make sure that this stupid little child's play doesn't get out of hand, so keep it nice.

Brock Whitworth: Shady, come on man, you are one of my idols, so please don't mmake this get nasty.

Shadow Man: Yeah, or what?

Ashton Daniels: Typical barbaric and immature antics from the, ahem, "legendary" Shadow Man!

Shadow Man: Really? Ash, I kind of like you, so don't give me your attitude, understand?

Orsome: Don't fucking threaten him like that!

With that, Orsome pushes Shadow Man. Jay Cee pushes Orsome, to which Shadow Man pushes Jay Cee.

Shadow Man: I can fight my own battles, so keep out of it Jay. Now Joey, I believe you and I have business to sort, so be a man, and let's do this.

Joey Orsome: I guess Rumble in the Bronx starts early Ash!

Ash gets out of the way while Orsome, Jay Cee, Shadow Man and Anger Management start beating the crap out of each other. This goes on for ages, when suddenly BDC comes charging in, screaming at them. Tears are streaming down his face, which causes everyone to stop what they are doing. He grabs Orsome by the scruff and pins him up against he wall.

BDC: YOU FUCKING TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHO DID IT TO HIM, TELL ME JOEY, OR I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR FUCKING THROAT OUT!!!!

Anger Management grabs BDC and drag him away, while Jay Cee and Shadow Man stop Orsome from attacking him.

Orsome: You're dead old man, fucking dead . . . DO YOU HEAR ME!!!

BDC screams back.

BDC: DO YOU THINK I CARE? DO I THINK DEATH SCARES ME NOW?

Shadow Man: B, you need to calm down. What the hell has happened.

Jay Cee: Come on mate, tell us . . . oh God, it's not Xander is it, what happened?

BDC drops to his knees and is unable to talk. Bel Biggz walks in on the scene, a sombre and haunted look on his face.

Bel Biggz: We just heard from the hospital. They couldn't save his leg.

Everyone goes quiet as Brawl goes off the air.



Mike beat Bel Biggz
Anger Management beat Joey Orsome & Sah'ta Thor
Sean "The Man" Ferguson beat Oliver Bailey by DQ
Aaron Matthews beat Dennis Anderson & V.I.P.
Tommy Spears & Christian Robbins ended in Double Count Out
Damien Kingston beat The Dark Spyder IV