MNB #413 - WINNIPEG

[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 413



^{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 Winnipeg, Manitoba

EWC BRAWL
February 9th 2015
Live From the EWC Stadium in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

"Coming Home" by Diddy - Dirty Money - ft. Skylar Grey blasts in the Stadium.

The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night Brawls Eighteen year history. From episode 001 all the way down to episode 412.

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.

A video package of the last Rumble in the Bronx pay-per-view plays showing all the highlights including two title changes, somebody being locked inside a flaming casket and for the first time in history two men walking out of the Rumble match as the winners.

The video continues to go on and shows President Mac, Xplode, Hirsh Valentine, Michael Saint and BDC all in Staff roles.

There is a pause as the video package splits in half, one half dedicated to Memphis Reigns & the other half dedicated to MadDawg with the final wording ..

"In Loving Memory ... We will never forget"


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.

We can see signs of "Cotton Candy Lovers Club", "A Storm is Coming", "I Heart Wellings", "KingstonStrong", "New Sheriff in Town", "TACO TACO TACO" and a "Mac & Madison Forever" banner

A chant begins of

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

Aiello: Hello and welcome to the four hundred and thirteenth edition of Monday Night Brawl. I can't even believe I'm uttering those words right now. Damn it's good to be back and to be where it all began here in Winnipeg. 

Piven: Joe, I never thought I'd be sitting next to you ever again and yet here we are.. over a year later, and it feels like we never even left. It's hard to not get emotional right now, this return is something the fans only dreamed and wished for. And here it is.. a reality.

Aiello: The EWC to me is something so very special. Think about it Jeremy, there is eighteen years of history behind this federation. Eighteen years of excitement and turmoil. Good and bad. The EWC has always done it's own thing, the way they felt they should do it.. and it's worked. For eighteen years it has worked. 

Piven: It's true Joe. There are some naysayers out there.. some complete nut jobs on twitter who have gone on to lay a beat down of words on the EWC and on President Mac. Is it deserved though? With President Mac leaving us in 2013.. he had to have known that some backlash would be expected right?

Aiello: For sure. Look.. President Mac is not a stupid man. In 2013 he left the EWC and the EWC closed shortly after. Did he look like a jerk? Yes.. but did he own up to it? Yes. So while some backlash was expected, the twitter hate from one single handler in the entire universe means very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very little to anyone inside this building

Piven: So are you saying.. that one single twitter handler.. the ONLY person in the entire world to have a public beef with the EWC and President Mac.. was wrong in what he said and did? 

Aiello: If he is over the age of thirteen years... then yes. The his rant was about as ridiculous as Shadow Man's sick obsession with Taco's. Mac opened his heart to the roster and the public, he gave out every single answer we asked of him, and we all collectively forgave him and boom.. here we are

Piven: Yes, here we are. The episode Four Hundred and Thirteen baby! ... but JUST in case.. June 5th.. come see me in the all new Entourage Movie!

Aiello: Always looking to plug something aren't you?

Piven: ...like your hair?

The lights dim.

Aiello: What's this? Looks like we are getting som...

Piven: Damn it.. are we shutting down again already? .. JUNE 5th ENTOU..

The TitanTron flickers on.

The letters P R E S I D E N T M A C flash across the screen.

The thousands in attendance jump to there feet in excitement and start pounding there feet on the ground and clapping there hands creating the sound:

BoomBoom CLAP!
BoomBoom CLAP!
BoomBoom CLAP!

Coming Undone by Korn now begins to blast over the P.A

Pyros explode up and down the entrance Ramp and all around the entrance stage. Once the smoke begins to settle an old-style movie curtain parts at the top of the ramp. Two roving spotlights pan and fix on center. There, President Mac stands, head bowed in his signature sun glasses, arms out-stretched with clenched fists. And as the lyrics kick in, and the fans sing along, Mac clap-clap-stomps toward the ring, slapping hands.

At ringside, he takes off his "specs" and gives them to a young fan.

Mac pauses in front of the ring and stares out at the capacity crowed chanting his name, he smiles, soaking it all in.

Then he hops the top rope and stands half way up the turnbuckle,posing for the thousands of camera flashes all over the arena. Jessica Stroup who is ringside, tosses President Mac a mic

Mac: Hello Winnipeg

The cheers get even louder as the fans applaud and chant for there hometown hero

Mac: It's great to be back home.. it's great to be back in the ring.. and it sure as hell is great to be back in the E-W-C!

Fireworks go off from all four corners of the ring and the fans are at a fever pitch now

Mac: You know.. many people said the E-W-C was dead

Fans: FUCK THEM

Mac: Many .. well.. one person told me to go to hell

Fans: FUCK HIM

Mac: ...lets get real for a second though. In twenty-thirteen... I walked away from my job. I walked away from my employees. I walked away from my sponsors. And I walked away from each and every one of you. So from the bottom of my heart.. I am sorry.

The fans start to cheer as Mac is clearly getting emotional

Mac: When I look back over my year away from the EWC, nothing about my life was good. It was impossible for anything in my life to go right. Because when you commit a serious wrong doing.. when you screw over people.. when you leave a trail of shit behind you.. you can't properly move forward. You can't enjoy life. Friends.. that's what I did. I left you all behind.

Mac pauses, clearly struggling

Mac: I fucked up.. I really did. I thought at the time, in my irrational immature brain.. that the best thing for me to do.. was to walk away. I was an idiot. An absolute idiot. Who the hell just leaves? Who just abandons ship like that? Well.. sadly.. the man who started this company, the man who bleed this companies colours.. he left. I just up and fucking left. Like a coward. Like a stupid coward.

Mac drops his head down and wipes his eyes

Mac: I never meant to let down my employees. I never meant to upset my friends in that locker room. I never meant to piss off our sponsors .. and I sure as hell didn't mean to hurt all of you. I am here right now with a vow. It's the mother of all promises. For as long as I have a beating heart.. I will NEVER.. EVER.. EVER

The fans are back to screaming

Mac: ...EVER... leave you again. EVER! Because once you are E-W-C.. you are..

Fans: E-W-C FOR LIFE!!!!!

Mac: So once again, to all of you here in-front of me, to all the men and women in the locker room and to all the millions of fans watching this on tv or streaming this feed... I am very sorry, and it will never ever happen again. I love ALL of you very much. And from the bottom of my heart.. thank you for accepting me and the EWC back into your lives and homes.

The fans scream and chant again as President Mac wipes his eyes and waves to his adoring fans

Aiello: I don't think there is a dry eye in the house after that...

Piven: ...we will be right back after this

[President Mac]

Aiello: Welcome back.. so as we cut to commercial, there was some footage Jeremy and I saw of the EWC underground parking lot. And a small girl with dark hair, covered in tattoos emerged from a rental car and running towards the entrance. 

Piven: I believe that is one of our newest Superstars, Shelley Silver. It's not so good that she's late to her first show

Red, green and white neon lights flicker throughout the arena and "Fallout" by Alter Bridge blasts from the PA system. The crowd go wild as the Welsh Dragon BDC walks from behind the curtain area and towards the ring. He looks healthier than ever and there is purpose in his stride. He is dressed to the nines in a black Armani suit and is perfectly groomed. He climbs under the middle rope, a lot more agile than he's been for a very long time, beckons for a microphone and addresses the EWC crowd.

BDC: EWC . . . WE'RE BAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!!!!

The crowd go berserk and a loud "BDC" chant starts.

BDC: Thank you, thank you, thank you! Ok, you are already at fever pitch here in Winnipeg . . .

The crowd acknowledge the cheap pop.

BDC: . . . and I'm not out here to bore you all because let's face it, actions speak louder than words. So, for the first time in my life, I'm going to be brief and to the point. As you all know we lost a young rising star here in the EWC not that long ago, and I am petitioning to the amazing fans of the EWC to support my cause in regard to having Maddawg inducted into the EWC Hall of Fame later this year!

There is an insanely loud "THANK YOU MADDAWG" chant around the arena. "Here Without You" by Three Doors Down plays and a video montage showing Maddawg's EWC achievements plays on the EWC-Tron. When the video stops, the crowd continue chanting "THANK YOU MADDAWG" for ages. BDC eventually continues.

BDC: You are all the reason that he busted his ass day in and day out. He lived and breathed this business and we have all lost an amazing friend, performer and human being. He will never be forgotten so ladies and gentlemen, I want you to give everything you have for the show tonight. I want you to cheer, boo; whatever it is you normally do but ten times louder. Do it for Maddawg, 'cause that's what he would want. Peace and love to you all!

The crowd keeps chanting as BDC leaves the ring and Brawl goes to commercial.

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BACKSTAGE

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The feed returns as the viewer gains a close look of the general manager’s office. In the distance, the fans can be heard cheering as Xplode sits at his desk, his feet kicked up and his hands behind his head. A monitor is playing before him, showing a past television taping of Monday Night Brawl. Xplode chews on a large piece of gum and laughs a moment as his office door suddenly swings open.

Turning to face his new guest, Xplode smiles as his former manager, Terry Jones approaches him. Noticing his old friend, Xplode stands up and walks around the desk, and the two shake hands firmly.

Terry Jones: Jaden.. it’s been a long time.

Xplode: Yes it has. Life seems to be treating you well.

Glancing around the office, Terry Jones smiles as he responds to his former client and protege.

Terry Jones: I could say the same thing about you, Son! You know, when I first heard about the EWC re-opening, I assumed that I would be receiving a phone call from you. We have a lot of unfinished business here, you know? The last thing I remember, before this company shut it’s doors, you were the number one contender for the EWC World Championship. Is that not a goal anymore?

Xplode smiles and rubs his chin. Looking towards the monitor once again, he says nothing for a time before responding.

Xplode: The World Championship was our goal… yes. You know, Terry, I am not getting any younger these days and neither are you. It’s time that the two of us began to think on a.. larger scale.

Terry Jones: I am not sure that I follow you, kid. What’s larger than the World Championship? This is what we do, X. The EWC Title has to happen.. it belongs to you. It's your damn legacy!

Xplode: I agree.

Xplode walks over to the office door and shuts it, making sure that the two of them are unable to be heard by others.

Xplode: Winning a World Title is nothing to scoff at, Terry, but eventually a man loses that strap. It’s just how this business is. Bones are broken in that ring and scars half way heal. I should know, I am covered in them. I am tired of thinking small time. I plan on ruling the wrestling industry, one way or another. As a general manager, I have that ability. I have never been closer to to the EWC Championship than I am now. I decide who gets a shot at it and how long they wear it around their damn waist! Do you see where I am going with this?

Terry Jones: You are a genius, Son.

Xplode: You bet your ass I am. From my point of view, my name will always be on top of that card without ever breaking a damn sweat! I can let those goons in the locker room break their bones and overcome concussions now while I enjoy the good life from my skybox seats. While I am there, I will orchestrate a renaissance never before seen in the history of this company! In one year’s time, the EWC will be the talk of the industry once again. In three years.. the nation will be all about us!

Terry Jones: …and in 5 years?

Xplode pauses a moment as he looks his old friend directly in the eyes.

Xplode: In 5 years.. the EWC will be the entire world's number one promotion. We will be the very standard of excellence around the damn globe!

Terry Jones hops in place with excitement upon hearing those words. Smiling, he runs his fingers through his hair.

Terry Jones: I have never been more proud of you, Son. Do you understand me? You aren’t just thinking like a World Champion anymore. You are far beyond that. You are simply.. amazing.

Xplode heads back over to his desk and finds a seat. He smiles once more time at his old friend before leaning back in his chair once more.

Xplode: That is where you are wrong. I am simply thinking.. like me. Now if you will excuse me, I have a show to run. Feel free to set up shop in the VIP section and enjoy the action. Tonight is going to be historic.

Terry Jones nods and leaves the room. Xplode remains silent for a time before speaking out loud on final time..

Xplode: Let the games begin….

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SHOW OPENER

BLADE ALEXANDER Vs JC STYLES

Match Writer: @xplode

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The crowd continues to cheer and stomp their feet in unison as the energy in the building proves to be hi-octane. Signs are waved as the camera feed pans around, giving air time to the many in attendance. As the camera stops to a halt in front of a young couple in love, the male leans forward and grabs what looks to be his girlfriend, planting a large kissing on her cheek. She laughs as the feed pans to ringside, and we now see the commentators for the evening, Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven. Behind them, some fans lean forward and fight over the chance to make it on live television.

Joe Aiello: Listen to these fans! This is absolutely amazing!

Jeremy Piven: Agreed. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to Monday Night Brawl! I am Jeremy Piven and my partner in crime next to me is Joe Aiello! Joe, it’s good to be back in business!

Joe Aiello: Absolutely. The time is now and history is about to be made. We are looking at our very first match of the evening for a show that frankly.. I never thought possible. Tonight, Blade Alexander will square off against the ever dangerous.. JC Styles. When we last saw Styles, he was preparing for Stranglemania and a shot at the EWC World Championship. Tonight.. that quest begins again.

Jeremy Piven: I am pumped, Joe. This crowd is ready.. let’s get to the Act- (Interrupted)

The lights suddenly dim down as the fans stand up and cheer loudly! As all of the eyes turn to ringside, “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack begins to play as the building absolutely shakes due to the fan response!

Joe Aiello: DO YOU SEE THIS!

Jeremy Piven: I DO! THAT CAN ONLY MEAN ONE THING!!

Stepping out into the stage now as camera flashes pelt him, the EWC General Manager, Xplode is shown. Wearing a dark grey suit, he walks out with a sly smirk upon his face as he immediately heads down the rampway. He then ascends the metal steps and stops before entering the ring, looking around him at the amazing fan response! As the music continues to play, Xplode enters the ring and accepts a microphone.

Joe Aiello: What will the GM say?

Jeremy Piven: Anything is possible. This IS the EWC after all and Xplode is known the world over for saying exactly what is on his mind…

Xplode paces the ring as the fans continue to show their support. After a time, he gestures for a moment to speak as the music dies down. Satisfied, Xplode leans on the ring ropes before him and speaks.

Xplode: Can you believe this?!

The fans cheer once again, causing even the television feed to shake due to the loud decibles.

Xplode: The EWC… is back. Like the ever savage warrior that the company is, from the depths of despair and certain death, is returns in all of it’s full glory.. we me as General Manager of course.

The fans begin to chant “EWC.. EWC… EWC”

Xplode: You should be chanting that, damn it! You know, I had planned on sitting in the back and watching all of the action from the safety of my office but I just could not help myself. I had to come out here and be a part of history. This next match is special to me. You are about to see two men head on out here and give all that they have in the hopes of returning this company to the greatness that it deserves. In my opinion, this match may be the most vital on the card, and so I aim to keep it that way. I am appointing myself the special referee for this match.

Xplode glares at the referee behind him and frowns.

Xplode: So.. get the hell out of my ring!

The fans cheer as the referee complies in fear. Xplode watches him for a time before glancing at the ring announcer, Jessica Stroup.

Xplode: Alright, Jessica. Do your thing. Ladies and Gentlemen.. the EWC.. has returned.

The lights dim down and the fans cheer once again! Jessica Stroup smiles as she bring the microphone to her lips..

Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first… BLADE ALEXANDER!!!

The fans boo loudly now as Blade Alexander steps into view. "Heavy" by the Glorious Sons plays loudly on the arena sound system as Alexander looks forward, his eyes focused on the ring before him in the distance. Heading down the rampway, Blade rolls under the bottom rope and ascends a nearby turnbuckle. The fans continue to yell and jeer him as he does so.

Joe Aiello: Alexander looks down right deadly tonight.

Jeremy Piven: He will need to be to stand a chance against his opponent..

Jessica Stroup: Coming to the ring next.. JC STYLES!!!!

Unstable" by Krizz Kaliko hits the pa system as smoke fills the stage as JC Styles comes walking out taunting the fans as he gets to the ring and slides in.

Jeremy Piven: These two men are ready to wage war tonight. You know, Styles is the type of competitor who will alway offer you 200%. I dare say he has yet to even peak at this point in his career.

Joe Aiello: Entirely possible. The EWC could not have picked a better way to start the show.

Xplode looks at both men as the fans continue to cheer and offer their support. Pointing to ringside, the bell is rung and Xplode backs away.. and the match has begun.

Styles and Alexander steps towards one another, and Alexander offers a feint right off the bat. Styles is not easily fooled by the feint as he takes a step back only minimally. Alexander smiles and the two circle the ring the ring. They lock up. Styles is quick to overcome Alexander and bring him in to a side headlock. Alexander pats his shoulder and pulls his head out, countering the hold with an armlock! Styles grunts in pain before rolling forward, pulling Alexander with him. Alexander rolls up to his feet but receives a drop kick to the chest by Styles!

Jeremy Piven: And here we go! These match has begun and right away, Styles has asserted himself.

Joe Aiello: Blade Alexander has an extensive knowledge of technical wrestling. I have a feeling that he is just sizing Styles up.

Jeremy Piven: Wasn’t Alexander’s father a former in ring competitor?

Joe Aiello: Yes he was.. and quite a successful one too.

Back in the ring, Xplode shouts at both competitors and orders them to lock up again. Styles glares at Xplode before lunging forward an blocking up with Alexander. Styles goes for a hip toss but is countered now as Alexander twists about, moving into position for a half nelson backbreaker! Styles hits the mat hard but is quick to get up once again! Alexander follows this up with an arm drag into an arm lock, applying pressure on to JC Style’s shoulder region! Xplode leans over the two men and checks on Styles’s welfare as Styles shakes his head and pushes Xplode away.

Planting a heavy boot into the mat, Styles wills himself back into the fight as he slowly stands up and breaks free of the submission hold. Alexander sees this and releases him, only to nail a European uppercut! Style’s head whips back due to the impact. Alexander then hooks the arm and lifts Styles into the air, performing a text book Northern Lights Suplex! Alexander then attempts the pin..

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Styles kicks out!

Jeremy Piven: Alexander has really surprised us here tonight! JC Styles has been taken off of his game and I don’t know if he can recover here!

Joe Aiello: Don’t count JC out yet. That man has a good amount of fortitude.

Alexander pounds the mat and then hooks the leg for another pin attempt. Styles is quick to kick out this time though as both men roll away. Alexander is up first as he heads to press the attack. Styles recovers though and shoves him away. Styles then punches Alexander in the jaw! As the fans really get into the action, Styles presses on, launching various punches and kicks, not wanting to fall back on defense anytime soon. Adrenaline begins to surge through Styles now as he hooks the arm and performs a snap suplex! Alexander hits the mat hard, only to rise into a seated position, holding his back in agony! Styles sees this and runs to the ropes, using them for momentum and returning with a baseball slide drop kick to the back of the head! The fans rally behind him as he gets back up.. only to find himself face to face with Xplode who is warning him. Both men glare at one another until Alexander suddenly grabs Styles and rolls him backwards into a pin attempt!

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Styles kicks out!

Joe Aiello: The EWC takes head injuries very seriously. Xplode is just laying down the law.

Both men rush to their feet. Alexander rises slower as he grimaces, holding the back of his head. Styles rushes him and hops into the air, nailing a picture perfect fameasser!

Jeremy Piven: HOLY HELL! STYLES IS ON FIRE!!!

Feeling the energy, Styles stalks his opponent now. Alexander rolls over to his side, spitting. His chest heaves as he holds the back of his head in agony. Styles sees this.. and begins to plan for the inevitable.

The crowd begins to scream with anticipation as Alexander slowly rises to his feet. His eyes look glossed over as he stumbles forward now, his body threatening to topple at any minute. Styles sees his opening and he kicks Alexander behind the legs, bringing him back down to the mat. Styles then kicks him in the back of the head, successfully completing his finisher.. "The Knock Out Kick". Alexander goes down hard as Styles hooks the leg for the pin attempt..

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THREE! 

Jessica Stroup: The winner is this match.. JC STYLES!!!



Jeremy Piven: What a hell of a way to start the show tonight! This match was amazing!



Joey Aiello: Agreed! To think.. we are just getting started!



The fans continue to support the EWC as JC Styles is shown walking around the ring, celebrating a hard fought victory.

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BACKSTAGE

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Madison Mitchell is looking in the mirror in her dressing room, getting a final glance at her makeup moments before her debut match against Mark Storm. The usual peppy diva has a look of determination on her face as there's a knock at her dressing room door.

Madison: Who is it?

Mac: It's Mac, baby. Can I come in?

Madison: Just one sec.

Madison does one last look over her makeup and fluffs her hair before walking over and opening her dressing room door, allowing her boyfriend, President Mac to enter the dressing room. He shuts the door behind him.

Mac admires his girlfriend who puts on a smile but Mac is able to see through it, seeing how nervous she is.

Mac: Hey baby, I can see it in your body language, you're nervous. Don't be.

Madison: Don't be? How can I not be? I drank a ton of cherry 7-up earlier, luckily no caffeine but Mac, this is the biggest moment of my career. You only get one chance to make a first impression. There are screaming fans out there that are waiting to see me. Can you believe I saw Madison Mitchell signs when I walked into the building today? Is it me or is that totes cray cray?

Mac chuckles before responding.

Mac: No its not crazy, you're likeable. People have gotten to know you through social media, your photoshoots, those public appearances and they see you for who you are, a genuine person. Not only that, but an incredibly beautiful woman. Who doesn't want to see a likeable, beautiful woman?

Mac smiles, slowly running his hand along Madison's cheek.

Mac: Tell you what, tonight you go out there and give your best. Win or lose, no one will be upset. The important thing is you don't defeat yourself before the match. Mark? That guy is nuts. He's got a screw loose, you already have him beat in that department. Now go out there and show him what you've been learning with all of the time we've put into your training.

Madison inhales a deep breath, exhaling and forcing a smile on her face.

Madison: Okey dokey, that's what I'll do. 110 percent for the fans who want to see me, or see me get my butt kicked, or laugh when they see me kicking his butt.

The couple chuckle together before Madison grabs Mac's hands.

Madison: Will you be at ringside to watch? Please?

Mac: Of course. Front row and center. Wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, remember what you learned these last few weeks. You got this.

Mac turns to leave, ready to head towards the ringside area and grab a seat. As he exits the dressing room, Madison rubs her hands together nervously.

Madison: I've got this. I really think I've got this...do I have this?

The diva questions herself as the camera fades back to the ring.

[President Mac]

The lights go dark as an unknown man walks out onto the stage and slowly sits down in the middle of it with his legs crossed.



"Have you ever been afraid of your past, has it ever haunted you? Has your past ever made you feel like everything in life has been your fault? It's exactly what it has done to me and I don't like it. I don't like being looked at, being blamed for things that weren't my fault! That is why I will take things out on everyone here in the EWC. That's why I, Axle Aomori, am here to stay."



The lights come back up as Axle has disappeared as you can hear rumblings in the crowd about what Axle said actually meant.

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MATCH TWO
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE

KENNETH WILLIAMS Vs ERIC STEEL
Match Writer: Hirsh Valentine Jon "Gold" Wilder

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The lights cut completely in the arena as a white spot light begins to circle around the audience. "The Language" by Drake plays throughout the arena and the crowd hits their feet. The spotlight starts swaying around the arena before focusing on the top of the ramp as the vocals begin to kick in.

I don't know why they been lying but yo shit is not that inspiring,
Bank account statements just look like I'm ready for early retirement,
Fuck any N---- that's talkin' that shit just to get a reaction,
Fuck going platinum, I looked at my wrist and it's already platinum,
I am the kid with the motor mouth,
I am the one that you should worry about,
I don't know who you're referring to, who is this N---- you heard about?,

Kenneth Williams steps out from behind the curtain to a screaming crowd with a wide grin. He taunts the crowd as he stands in front of the entrance ramp and raises three fingers in the air doin his trademarked "HiiiPower" pose as fireworks begin to shoot from the ramp.

Jessica Stroup: The follow contest is Falls Count Anywhere match in which you can score pin fall anywhere in the building and there is no disqualification. This match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way first to the ring, standing six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at 242 pounds, from Huston, Texas, he is KENNETH WILLIAMS!

Someone just talking that bullshit, someone just gave you the run-around,
Niggas downplaying the money but that's what you do when the money down,
I don't waste time putting money down,
I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash,
Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour and you gotta fly in first class,
This has been years in the making, it's all for the city,
You know I come right every summer, Cash Money Records forever,
I'm always big timing, bitch, I came up right under Stunna, you know it,

Ken makes his way down the ramp giving a few fans high fives and hand daps before reaching the bottom of the ramp. He takes a head start and springs onto the apron and hopping onto the turnbuckle and doing his trademarked "HiiiPower" Pose again then slaps his chest a few times before hopping over the rope.

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell,
I will never understand that but oh well,
Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you,
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that's all that we do",
Okay, now you're talking my language, now you're talking my language,
Now you're talking my language, now you're talking my language,
Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you,
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that's all that we do",

Kenneth runs to the opposite turnbuckle and jumps on and taunts the crowd again receiving a huge pop. He then sits on the turnbuckle and awaits his opponent.

Joe Aiello: All right folks, time for one of our biggest matches tonight! We have new comer Kenneth Williams taking on EWC Veteran, Eric Steel.

Jeremy Piven: I cannot wait for Eric Steel to destroy the new guy. This match is going to be bloody and fun.

And his opponent, standing 6’2” tall and weighing in at 223 lbs, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is “The Lone Soldier” ERIC STEEL!

”Say I Won't" plays throughout the pa system as boos shower down Eric Steel comes out through the curtains as he walks down the ramp. A smirk crawls on his face as he trahs talks the fans. He raises his arm as he continues to walk down the ramp. He walks up the stairs, entering the ring momentarily. He proceeds to raise his arm again as the boos begin to grow. He steps aside as he waits patiently for stares down Kenneth Williams.

Jeremy Piven: And here comes the host of The Bottomline! I cannot wait to see the EWC veteran destroy Ken Williams.

Joe Aiello: Always the optimist for violence, eh? I’m going to root against you on this one, Eric Steel might be a veteran but he doesn’t know how the new Kenneth Williams is going to react.

The moment the bell rings, Kenneth runs at Eric Steel. The Lone Soldier brings a knee up into his face, then pushes him against the ropes, delivers a low blow and spills him over top rope. The crowd boos as Eric uses cheap tactics from the start. The two get out the ring, and Eric looks under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He swings it down on his opponent but the referee allows it. But he resists the blow and lows a stiff shooter kick to Eric’s mid-section. He drops the steel chair on the ground.

He crawls over to ring side and uses the table that Jeremy Piven and Joe Aiello are announcing from as a crutch. Steel recovers and walks over, grabbing his opponent by his arm but as Eric turns Ken around, Kenneth Williams grabs Joe Aiello’s pitcher of water and smashes it in his face. With blood squirting out of a cut on his cheek, Eric backs away and Kenneth takes him over the barricade with a Spear and begins punching his face, bloodying his knuckles and making the gash worst.

Jeremy Piven: Now that’s fucking Extreme! First match in and Kenneth Williams already has blood on his hands!

Joe Aiello: That’s not a small feet to accomplish, he’s already possibly given a scar to the host of The Bottomline. Great way to get noticed quickly in EWC.

The two roll up several steps and take the fighting to a staging area. Fans pat on their shoulders, some of them getting bloody by touching Eric Steel’s face. Williams kicks Steel hard from his side, goes causing his opponent to stun and attempts at Bulldog but The Golden Prophecy counters by pushing his opponent into the wall. With that push, Ken bites his lip getting a minor cut but Eric Steel nails a German Suplex on the hard cement and he bridges into a pin!


ONE!...


TWO!...


Kick out by Ken Williams, Eric argues with the referee saying that’s three and the match should be over. With Yours Truly, Kenneth Williams down, Eric Steel argues the match should be over so his face isn’t ruined for Bottomline. The referee tells the Lone Ranger to shut up and do his job. Steel picks up his opponent and throws several fists into his gut and follows up with a Vertical Suplex on the cement. With him down, Eric pushes past a few fans into a sound area and pulls out a Steel Pipe, he lifts it up and smashes it down on his opponent several times.

Joe Aiello: My God, this Falls Count Anywhere match is becoming a Street Mugging match. But these fans are loving every moment of it.

Jeremy Piven: I’m telling you, by the end of this match, both these guys are going to be bleeding!

Wanting to finish his opponent off, Eric grabs a Steel Chair, lays it down and nails the Steel Cutter on his opponent! Ken rolls over on the ground unresponsive. He goes for a cover!


ONE!...




TWO!....




THRE-


KICK OUT BY KENNETH WILLIAMS!

Eric Steel gets livid arguing it should have been three! But the referee keeps telling Eric, it was only two! Once more, Eric Steel lifts his opponent back to his feet and for the second time, hits the Steel Cutter on Kenneth Williams! Once more, Eric goes for the pin and scoops a leg while holding his tights.




ONE!...





TWO!....





THREE!!!

The bell rings as the referee lifts up a bloodied arm of Eric Steel. The crowd boos as Eric puts a foot over his defeated enemies chest.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, ERIC STEEL!

Joe Aiello: Kenneth Williams tried as hard as he could, but ultimately the Lone Soldier, Eric Steel was too much for him. It was a great fight though.

Jeremy Piven: I don’t think, we’re done here yet!

Not finished with his opponent, Eric Steel sets up the steel chair in the sitting position. The referee tries to stop him, but The Golden Prophecy just hits a standing Shining Wizard on the referee and knocks him out. He grabs Kenneth Williams, stands up and hits another Steel Cutter this time, Kenneth Williams is busted open.

Security comes in and pulls Eric Steel away as he laughs about busting up Kenneth Williams and we go to commercial.

[President Mac]

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BACKSTAGE

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As the feed returns, we see a glimpse of the EWC locker room. Seated upon a wooden bench is Ruthann Park, her hands clasped together as she enjoys a moments peace. The cheers of the fans are heard in the distance as she looks up, a display of determination upon her face. Tossing aside a white towel, she suddenly stands up, only to find herself face to face with the EWC General Manager... Xplode.

Ruthann does not back down, and the expression on her face instantly shows that these two have a prior history. Dressed in a sharp suit, Xplode smirks as he offers her a bottle of water. Ruthann does not accept the offering however.

Xplode: Come on, Ruth. Is that any way to greet your General Manager?

Ruthann Park: Go to hell. What do you want?

Xplode: Why the hostilities? If I recall correctly, we used to get along pretty damn well. So well in fact that I had you begging for-

Ruthann Park suddenly raises a hand and attempts to slap Xplode in a ragem but Xplode simply catches the hand and smiles instead.

Xplode: I love that anger.. it's what makes you hot. There is no need for it though. I am actually here for business reasons this time around. So if I were you.. I would sit down.

Ruthann glares at Xplode defiantly for a time before doing as requested. Xplode then paces the room before her as he explains his game plan.

Xplode: Tonight.. I have no doubt that you will be your wonderful self and draw blood in that ring.... MY ring. What I need from you is a bit more though. I am looking for Chaos.. for destruction... for RATINGS!

Ruthann Park: I don't remember ever asking what you wanted, X.

Xplode: Indeed.. but I know what YOU want. You see, I have the means to make you a very rich and powerful woman. I know how much family means to you. That boy of yours will one day grow up to be a champion in his own right. Sadly, with things the way they are for you, that future may never happen. I can give you those things, but in return, I need an inside person. Since we know each other so well, and we both know what we are cable of... this is a no brainer.

Ruthann Park: And if I decide to say no?

Xplode suddenly kneels down so that Ruthann and he are face to face. He then leans in and kisses her forehead before looking into her eyes with a fiery hatred.

Xplode: No one tells me no.

Xplode then stands back up and adjusts his suit. He heads back out of the locker room, stopping in the doorway.

Xplode: Remmeber.. Chaos... Destruction.. Ratings..

Ruthann watches him as he exits the locker room, repeating these words over and over as the scene fades out.

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MATCH THREE

RUTHLESS AGGRESSION Vs NATHIN DOE
Match Writer: @steel1

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Aiello: What a match that was…. with matches like that, Im glad to be in EWC!

Piven: I’ll be glad when you leave EWC… Jokes of course…

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is for one fall! Introducing first… From Brooklyn, New York… RUTHLESS AGGRESSION!

The lights go out as it pitch black in the arena the lights start to flash red around the arena and a voice over come out boom “Ruthless Aggression.” as Last Resort start to blasting in the arena. The lights going off and no like at a rock concert. The crowd is singing the song every word out comes Ruthless Aggression with a bit of a smirk on her face. As she stand on the top of the ramp taking in the crowd. She bang her head to the music as she walked down the ramp as she stop and take it all in once before jumping on the apron looking around at the crowd singing the song with them. She climb inside of the ring and walked over to the top turnbuckle sinking it all in as she take off her leather jacket and throw it out toward the crowd. She jump down from the turnbuckle ready to fight.

Jessica Stroup: And her opponent… from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… weighing in at 223 pounds… NATHAN DOE!

As the music drowns out the screaming fans the arena slowly darkens. Gold and Purple mood lights take over and Nathan step out from behind the curtain. He is wearing an old EWC shirt that's torn. He walks casually to the ring revealing his sledgehammer wrapped in barbed wire was behind his back. He drags it behind as he steps into the ring. The mass of the hammer loudly colliding in each of the steel steps. Once in the center of the ring he raises his hammer and screams.

Aiello: Both competitors are in the ring, now it’s time to get started with this interesting Inter-gender contest.

Piven: Interesting? Nathan Doe is stronger and a hell of a lot tougher than she is. There is no way this woman can beat this man.

Aiello: Never say never.... you may be surprised.

The bell rings as Ruthless attempts to lock up with Doe. Doe shoves her off with full strength and power. Doe rushes at Ruthless, hitting a knee towards her mouth. Doe grabs her for a military press slam, throwing her halfway across the ring, showcasing his strength and how apparently he’s the better species. Nathan Doe picks Ruthless up as Ruthless stomps on Nathan’s foot as hard as she could. She slaps him hard in the face, almost slapping the taste out of his mouth. Ruthless manages to hit a snap suplex on Doe, using the will and her fight to make the attempt. Ruthless rebounds off of the ropes, hitting a leg drop to add insult to injury.

Aiello: What action in the early going! Ruthless was just thrown around like a ragdoll but now she seems to have gotten the upper hand!

Piven: She’s fighting off of her senses right now! There’s no certainty into which she’ll be able to keep this going!

Ruthless grabs Nathan Doe to his feet. Ruthless kicks him in the stomach as she backs up with ease. Ruthless hits a massive lariat, almost turning Nathan inside out s the fans makes some noise, obviously surprised by the action that transpired. Ruthless makes a cover.

1…


2… KICKOUT!

Ruthless gets Nathan up above his feet but Nathan being as smart as he seems to be kicks at her injured knee. Nathan puts her on her back as he grabs Ruthless’s knee. Nathan hits an elbow drop upon the knee as Ruthless screams in pain. Nathan gets Ruthless to her feet as he hits a swinging neckbreaker, forcing the issue as much as he could. Nathan then picks up her limp body, throwing her to the outside. Nathan rushes to the ropes as he dives on the outside, hitting a diving reverse elbow to the heart of Ruthless, taking her down in the process.

Aiello: What a turnaround for Nathan Doe! He took advantage of Ruthless’s well known ACL Tear and has been dominating accordingly since.

Piven: I haven’t seen this much intelligence since my days on Entourage and that’s saying something!

Nathan grabs Ruthless, rolling her inside of the ring Nathan gets her up on her feet as he hits an STO, flowing into a cover as he hooks both legs.

1…


2…

KICKOUT!

Nathan grabs Ruthless as she slips out. Ruthless kicks Nathan in the stomach as hard as she could. She then follows it up with a swift bulldog, having Nathan bounce off the mat. She’s feeling energized as she gets Nathan up. She bounces off of the rope but Nathan halts her with a tilt-a-whirl powerbomb with brute force, laying her out.

Aiello: It looks like the end is near for one of these two competitors! Which one will be victorious?


Nathan goes to grab Ruthless but she surprises everyone with a roll up in a schoolgirl position.

1…


2…


3!!!

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner.... RUTHLESS AGGRESSION!

[President Mac]

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BACKSTAGE

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Ace Heart: Ace Heart here backstage hoping to have a conversation with this young lady here... um if I could have a moment of your time, would you like to tell everybody out there just who you are?

Shelley runs her fingers through her dark locks, as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder.

Shelley: The name is Shelley Silver. Or as my future victims will soon be referring to me as... their Worst Nightmare.

She flashes an evil smirk, winking at the camera before gently bumping Ace with her shoulder and disappearing into the locker room.

Ace Heart: Well that was rude. Back to you guys at ringside


Aiello: That certainly was... wait a second.. now what's the meaning of this?

Piven: I don't know Joe but it sure looks to be interesting...

Aiello: Indeed it does Jeremy.

As Aiello says that the EWC tron comes to life to show the letters "T"_"R"_"A"_"D"_"I"_"T"_"I"_"O"_"N" in gold old English lettering as the letters flash across the screen one after another before eventually flashing all together at once to spell out the word "Tradition" as the word "Tradition is seen a small definition of the word flashes seconds afterwards.



As the definition appears on the screen of the EWC Tron it slowly vanishes and another word begins to be spelled out onto the screen, as its spelled out onto the screen the word reads "Mat Wrestling" shortly afterwards a small definition of "Mat Wrestling" can be seen being displayed onto the screen in the same old English gold lettering at the previous word of "Tradition" was seen in.



The two words of "Mat Wrestling" and the definition slowly vanish before showing various clips of a unknown individual with a shaved head and various tattoos covering both his arms, the individual can be seen delivering various blows to those who are seen to be that of the "LUCHA LIBRE" caliber as the video continues to play the individual catches one of the "High Flyers and delivers what looks to be that of a over the shoulder belly-to-back piledriver.



As the pildriver connects with the ring mat the video switches to yet another style of professional wrestling, that style being the famously known and favored "HARDOCORE" wrestling.



Aiello: This guy looks like he could be a force to be reckoned with.

Piven: That he does Joe.

Aiello: Who ever he is he surely means business...



Aiello says ass the same individual with the shaved head and tattoos rushes the ring in the video that's being played this time attacking those using weapons. He delivers what looks to be a devastating blow before applying a half nelson choke with bodyscissors onto one of the individuals what was seen using a weapon.



As he connects with the half nelson choke with bodyscissors the screen flashes to black and the words "ONLY"_"NATURAL"_"WRESTLING"_"MATTERS" before slowly vanishing as a second set of words comes flashing onto the EWC tron. As Aiello and Piven continue looking on.



Aiello: This isn't...

Piven: It is...



As the two continue to watch on just as the EWC audiance does. The encrypted message continues on as them words being "NOT"_"THIS"_"GARBAGE"_"YOU"_"CONSIDER"_"PROFESSIONAL"_ "WRESTLING" can be seen flashing across the screen, as the second set of words begin to disappear a few more clips are shown of the tattooed, shaved head individual before words "WRESTLING"_"IS"_"ABOUT"_"TO"_"BE"_"SAVED..."



Aiello: Garbage our beloved EWC isn't garbage nor is its superstars!

Piven: Who ever this is meant for he's coming and believes our sport needs to be saved Joe!

Aiello: Saved, it doesn't need to be saved, its just fine just the way it is!.



As the words of "Wrestling is about to be saved..." are seen flashing across the screen before vanishing. The letters of "T"_"H"_"A"_"D"_"D"_"E"_"U"_"S"__"S"_"T"_"O"_"N"_"E" flash onto the screen spelling out the name of EWC's newest signee "The Natural" Thaddeus Stone. As the letters are seen, they slowly disappear off the screen before a date is displayed onto the screen with the words "IS COMING..." as the EWC tron fades back out.



Aiello: Thaddeus Stone who?

Piven: You know that guy who's been hyped up as being the king of old school wrestling...

Aiello: Who?

Piven: You'll just have to wait and see I guess Joe when he debuts.

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MATCH FOUR

STORM Vs MADISON MITCHELL
Match Writer: Johnny Raike

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Okay, here we go.


Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and nine pounds MARK! STOOOOOOORM!

The slow melody of "Far From Any Road" begins to play through the sound system, as the crazed fans begin to quiet down as the lights in the arena begin to dim. All eyes divert to the top of the entrance ramp - where smoke begins to rise from the stage, a few pyrotechnics erupting before quieting.

From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows

Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote.

As the lyrics from The Handsome Families hit song plays through the arena, emerging from the tunnel is the self-proclaimed "Reckoning", Mark Storm - his eyes vacant as he fixated his eyes on the ring, his arms by his side and his feet shoulder width apart as he stood, motionless on the top of the ramp whilst the audience watch wearily.

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun,

And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood

He begins to walk down the entrance ramp, dressed in his usual wrestling attire of black tights with his surname "Storm" on the right side of his tights, whilst "save" on the other - and of course in his black laced boots & biker gloves. In addition, he wore a long black leather coat, unbuttoned from the middle.

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,

I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.

A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced.

I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.

At this point Storm had reached the outside of the four sided ring, his eyes still vacant, his face remaining emotionless as he leaps onto the ring apron entering the ring. With the audience applauding him he walks over towards the center of the ring, turning three sixty with his arms out wide, his emotionless face finally showing some emotion as a grin appears on his face, his teeth glistening. He then stops turning and reaches for the heavens, whilst doing so another pyrotechnic erupts.

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold,

Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones.

And rise with me forever across the silent sand,

And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands

He takes off his leather coat, passing it over to the ring crew before moving over to his designated corner.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at one-hundered and thirty-one pounds, MADISON MITCHEL!

"Push it" begins to thump over the p.a. as the girl from PA makes her way down to the ring, grooving out to the music and interacting with the fans, getting a good reaction for a newbie to the sport. She slides into the ring and poses in the corner, completely ignoring Storm for the moment. She hops down and nods to Paul Turner, who calls for the bell.

Joe Aiello: And here we go, Mark Storm versus Madison Mitchell.

Piven: President Mac is watching this one close, I'm sure.

The bell rings as the two grapplers begin to circle, until a small cotton candy chant breaks out. Madison smiles and waves to the fans, but Storm just rolls his eyes.

Joe Aeillo: Guess they saw the pictures from AP2015.

Jeremy Piven: The whole world saw those pictures.

Storm sounds Madison around and lands a solid right hand, drawing boos from the crowd. He shows no sign of caring, and whips her into the ropes, launches a spinning heel kick, but quick as a hiccup Mitchell ducks, rebounds, and his a drop kick to the knee. Storm staggers but stays on his feet as Madison back rolls to her feet and shoots in with a punch, blocked by Storm, who goes into an arm wringer. Madison contorts in pain, pulls together to roll through, releasing the pressure and getting her arm free. The two combatants take a moment to stare at one another as the crowd claps for the quick display of athletics. Storm offers a small smile and a handshake, which Madison accepts.

Jeremy Piven: Great display of respect. I'd have popped her one in the jaw.

Joe Aiello: Oh, come on man, that's despicable.

Jeremy Piven: That's pro wrestling

Storm shoots in and goes behind on Madison, but the smaller wrestler drops down to escape, sweeps the leg, and moves for seated headlock. Storm folds himself nearly in half to kick Madison, forcing the release, and taking her over with his own headlock, flipping her to the ground, then pulling her up and sending Madison to the ropes. As she rebounds Mark pulls her over his head with an arm drag, but Mitchell cartwheels out, hits the opposite side, and bounces back with a big flying elbow. Storm takes the force of the blow and bails, taking a moment to get his breath and break Madison's pace. The crowd keys him know their displeasure with his tactics, and Storm spends a moment spewing abuse at the front row before the refs count brings him back in.

The action resumes with Storm going for a lockup, quickly transitioning into a side headlock, bodily picking his smaller opponent tossing her forward and driving a knee into her gut. Madison tumbles to the mat, catching her breath as Storm his the ropes to build up a head of steam and delivers a big pair of boots to the head. He holds the leg for the cover.

1

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Kickout!

Storm seems disappointed, but keeps his focus, pulling Madison up by the hair, drawing a rebuke from the referee, and earning a few punches to the gut from Mitchell. A knee to the head puts a stop to that, and Storm launches Madison to the corner, before following up with a big corner
elbow. Madison stumbles out of the corner holding her head, open to attack, but Storm is having a conversation with the space near the turnbuckle.

Joe Aiello: What is he doing?

Jeremy Piven: Talking to his manager.

Joe Aiello: He doesn't have a manager.

Jeremy Piven: I know.

Madison shakes off the cobwebs and hits the ropes, nailing a cross body as Mark turns around. She rolls Storm into a pinning predicament!

1

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He rolls through!

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2

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Kickout!

Madison escapes the pin and makes the ropes, giving herself a moment of space while Storm argues with the ref. Angrily Storm pushes past the ref to continue the fight, kicking Madison in the midsection, but getting stopped from going further by the ref, instructing him to let Madison out of the ropes. Storm's face is a picture of ire now, and the things he says about the officials mother can't possibly be true, though the referee is spared the need to respond by Madison bulldoging Storm to the mat. Full of her second wind and spurred on by the cheering crowd Mitchell pops back to her feet, finds the second rope executes a lionsault, but is met with knees!

Joe Aiello: Storm a step ahead on that one.

Jeremy Piven: He's a smart fighter to be sure. Needs to watch that temper.

Both wrestlers are down, and official Paul Turner begins the double count, getting to three before either really moves, advancing to five before Storm gets back to his feet and pulls Madison the rest of the way, goes behind, and launches Mitchell with a huge German suplex. With determination he ascends to the top rope and nails a flying headbutt.

Madison seems dazed, eyes unfocused as Storm brings her back to a vertical base. The much larger fighter wraps Madison up in his arms, pivots and plants her with a big belly to belly, driving all his weight on top of her. Storm gets on top and drives a knee into Mitchell’s spine, pulling back on the pretty little head of Madison Mitchell, causing her to scream and grimace in pain.

Jeremy Piven: Good use of his size, keep Madison down and control her

Joe Aiello: That is is, but she’s not done fighting yet, look at her clawing to the ropes.

With agonizing slowness Mitchell uses her arms and legs to push herself forward, fighting for every inch and finally grabs the rope for the break. Storm breaks at three, backing off with his hands up, then shoots forward with a quick punch, launching Mitchell to the rope and crushing her with a big leg lariat. He covers…

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2

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Thr-kickout!

Joe Aiello: Close as it gets!

Jeremy Piven: Certainly can tell the vet in this match.

Storm doesn't agree with the count, frustrated at Madison's ability to weather his series of big moves. Madison uses the time to get back to her feet and launch a punch to Storm's back, following up with a kick when he stumbles. Mark gets himself turned around and throws a punch of his own, staggering Madison back, but she pulls together to throw her own punch, catching Storm across the jaw. Storm responds in kind, sending Madison stumbling into the ropes, but then blasting out with a huge headscissors, sending Mark crashing to the mat. The crowd pops big, and Madison takes a moment to bask

They like her, they really like her! But she better keep her focus. Storm has made it back to his feet and is stalking Mitchell, delivering a huge boot to the gut, tossing Mitchell onto his shoulders and dropping her face hard across his knee. He covers.

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3

Storm raises up, looking pleased with himself for the win, relishing having his hand raised before reaching down to help Madison up, who takes the offer.


Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner.... STORM

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MATCH FIVE
CAGE MATCH

PAT GORDON JR Vs BROCK WHITWORTH
The Match that never happened in 2013, will happen tonight!
Match Writer: Jon "Gold" Wilder

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BRAWL returns from commercial break, and the Steel Cage is lowered around the ring.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Cage Match! The first person to escape the cage or score pin fall will be declared the winner. Already in the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at 245 lbs, standing in at 5’11 inches tall, he is “The Boston Bruiser” PAT GORDON, JR!

The crowd cheers loudly as Pat climbs up on the ropes and they embrace him. Suddenly things change. She got down on hands and knees one ear against the ground holding her breath to hear something but the dirt made not a sound....

TONIGHT

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

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

Brock makes his way down to the ring, ignoring some fans, but saying hi to others on the way there. He hops up onto the apron, climbs through the ropes and scrambles up a turnbuckle, and waves at the crowd, to mixed reactions. Brock pays no mind to this and heads to the center of the ring, where he hops up and down and stares down Pat Gordon Jr.

Jeremy Piven: This is it! A match that waited since King of the Cage 2013 is finally here! This is the real main event tonight!

Joe Aiello: It very well could be! These two have had two years to train, two years to get angry, two years to hone their skills and now they’re FINALLY meeting in a steel cage! Anything can happen between these two men! This is the first time we’ve seen two men not signed to EWC fight one on one in an EWC ring!

The two get into each other’s face and smile widely. Neither one trash speaks the other and instead off the other his hand. Brock is the first to grasp on his opponent’s hand and shakes. Likewise, Pat Gordon does the same and shakes his opponent’s hand. The crowd cheer’s loudly as they show each other respect. After the two shake several times, they break apart and go to a separate corner. The referee calls for the bell and it sounds out.

The two circle around several times then lung out, grasping the other man’s shoulders tightly. They push hard into each other and Brock wins the exchange get Pat to start leaning back. The two start leaning back, with Brock hover over Pat Gordon Jr. They groan and shout as the crowd is restless and excited, a few people start chanting “GORDON!” and it causes The Southern Scrapper to fight back! He pushes back against The Pride of Brisbane and even gets him to bend backwards; however instead of getting his head to the mat, Pat knees Brock in the gut.

Pat quickly hits an Armdrag, then follows up with and Arm Lock. The Pride of Brisbane yells as the Southern Scrapper cranks up the pressure. However, Brock fights back and manages to trip Jr. with a leg sweep, locks his hands around his opponent’s waist and nails a German Suplex so powerful; PGJR hits the cage and bounces off. He stumbles towards Brock and is hit with a Powerslam. With his opponent down, Brock gets on top of the nearest turnbuckle and leans against the cage. Pat lays out, signaling for Brock to fly however Gordon rolls towards his opponent when he attempts an elbow drop.

Joe Aiello: These men are going all out tonight! Both men are about the same size and giving it their all. But neither one can really capitalize on their opponent.

Jeremy Piven: They’re both chumps trying to prove the other is a chump! I use to see chumps all the time during my days on Entourage and I’m glad things don’t change. They need to stop trying to be so flash because they’re not Jay Garrick and Barry Allen. They’re more like Color Boy and Booster Gold at this point.

Pat Gorden Jr. stays low and runs up on Brock Whitworth as his back is facing him, then delivers a Back Drop. Whitworth yells out in pain and lands on the cage. Seeing his opponent stalled, The Southern Scrapper runs into his opponent’s back and smashes him into the cage. The unforgiving cage doesn’t give and crushes Brock’s ribs from the front and spine from behind. With Brock stumbling towards Pat, The Boston Bruise quickly hits a Powerslam. With Brock laid out, PGJR quickly goes to a corner, stands on the top rope and readies himself. As Brock rolls towards Pat, The Boston Bruiser waits until Brock stops moving and comes off with a top rope leg drop across Whitworth’s back. The two react painfully but PGJR clearly comes off easier while Brock really babies his back.

Taking his opportunity, Pat Gordon Jr. gets up slowly and starts to climb the cage. Slowly and confidently, Pat takes his time in climbing up the cage. The crowd cheers loudly getting behind him or getting behind the former EWC Tag Team Champion. Brock takes a few extra moments to climb on the ropes near PGJR. As Pat nears top, Brock stands up and climbs after him quickly. One leg goes over the top!

Joe Aiello: It’s close to being over! All Pat Gordon has to do get that other leg over and drop! Arguably the biggest match of the night is so close to ending!

Jeremy Piven: He’s so close to winning! He can bring home the bacon! But the former Tag Team Chump is hot on his heels!

However, before The Boston Bruise can get his leg over, Brock clubs him hard from behind. The Pride of Brisbane climbs up and continuously clubs him several times until they’re next to each other. Wrapping one leg around his opponent’s, Brock throws himself back and nails a Side Russian Leg Sweep. The two are flattened on the ground as the crowd cheers loudly. The crowd is split 50/50 on who to cheer for. Half chant “We Want Whitworth!” while the other half chants in between “We Want Gordon!”

After a minute, the start stirring and Brock is the first to recover. He kicks his opponent in the face, lifts him up and hits a Scoop Slam. Without out much pause, Brock bounces off the rope and lands a fist drop, then gets up, repeats and hits a leg drop across his opponent’s chest. Slowly, Brock takes his time to get up on his feet and start climbing the cage himself. The crowd gets very loud as Brock makes an attempt at winning the match.

Joe Aiello: Now Brock is on his way up the cage! Can this young superstar win this here and now?

Jeremy Piven: Of course there’s a chance! Brock has the heart of a champion despite the brain of a mouse. He can easily win this match if he doesn't screw up!

However, Pat Gordon Jn. manages to recover in a short amount of time. He see’s Brock nearing the top and gives chase. The two swung punches and kicks at each other as they scale the cage. However before Pat could slam him off, Brock jumped off the cage and onto the canvas. Seizing the opportunity, The Boston Bruiser jumps off the wall and missile drop kicks him and flattens both men.

With some energy left, Pat starts crawling for the cage door. He points to the referee who opens it from the outside. The crowd starts cheering loudly as The Southern Scrapper begins to near the door. Brock Whitworth quickly stirs and crawls after his opponent and grabs his ankles. He pulls his opponent away from the door, but PGJR doesn’t give up! He swings his foot back several times, kicking him in his face. Brock doesn't let up and crawls up and over his Pat.


The Pride of Brisebane flips over his opponent, but Pat Gordon grabs his opponent’s forehead and just starts pounding away hard! He hits four hard strikes, connecting with the Boston Charlie Horse on his opponents face!

Gordon puts a foot onto his opponent’s chest, and pushes him off! Pat quickly turns around and scurries while his opponent was recovering from the severe facial beating and makes a match winning dive out the door!

The referee grabs his arm and raises it high for the crowd to see

Jessica Stroup: Here is the winner of the match, PAT GORDON, JR!

Jeremy Piven: And I knew it the whole time! The Southern Scrapper lived up to that name, and fought for this victory with everything in his scrawny little body!

Joe Aiello: No you didn’t! You sir are a liar! But nevertheless, we have winner after a rough cage match thanks to a particularly brutal move called the Boston Charlie Horse that was performed on his opponents face. Ladies and gentlemen, don’t disappear on us. We still have one last match for you tonight!

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene cuts backstage in the men’s locker room. The camera stands right in front of the shower stall as steam comes floating out from behind the curtain. The water suddenly turns off and a hand comes out from behind the curtain and grabs a nearby towel that’s hanging from a hook. A few seconds pass until a smiling new comer to EWC makes his way out to the camera view. Soaking wet, the towel hangs around his waist as to not cover up his perfect six packs.



Kurt Newman: “Hey Friendos! Kurt Newman here! World renown wrestling super star and spokes-wrestler for Old Spice. Now after a long day of working out this chiseled physique, hooking up with every chick that wants to ride Kurt Jr……..”

Kurt leans in and whispers into the camera.

Kurt Newman: “If you don’t know who I am and never heard that reference before, that’s what I call my penis…….and there’s nothing Jr. about him ladies.”


Kurt winks into the camera before leaning back and talking normally once again.

Kurt Newman: “…….and beating any competitor that crosses my path, I sweat and I sweat a lot. So when I refresh myself. I don’t use anything else accept Old Spice.”

Suddenly an Eagle comes flying across the screen and drops a deodorant stick of Old Spice into Kurt’s hand.

Kurt Newman: “Why do I love Old Spice so much? Because with every swipe I place under my armpit, whatever I want just magically pops up. Like say if I was in the mood for a good looking blonde……”

Uncapping the stick, Kurt swipes it once under his right armpit. With a poof of smoke, a hot blonde in a blue bikini appears in the bathroom standing next to Kurt. At first she’s surprised and wondering what’s going on. As soon as she sees Kurt, though, she gets a huge smile on her face and wraps herself around Kurt’s arm.

Kurt Newman: “…….Or maybe if I’m in the mood for a brunet…….”

Kurt places another swipe under his arm and POOF! A brunet with glasses appears in the bathroom. She gives Kurt a sexy grin as she lowers her glasses and bites her lips.

Kurt Newman: “…….and let’s not forget about a red head!”

Another swipe and POOF! A red head appears wrapped around Kurt’s waste and begins to kiss his neck and comb’s her hands through his hair. Kurt doesn’t even notice as he continues his conversation with the camera.

Kurt Newman: “Or if you’re interested in a smooth talker……..”

Kurt puts on another layer and POOF! None other than El Gringo Loco appears. El Gringo looks super confused as he looks around and wonders what the hell just happen.

El Gringo Loco: “What the hell?”

Kurt Newman: “Ah! It’s none other than El Gringo Loco from Efed Guerillas! You can hear him and his fellow cast on Fridays at 9PM, Saturday at 10PM, and Monday at 6PM.”

El Gringo Loco: “I was just doing my radio show a second ago and now I’m here in……..in……well the hell is here?”

Kurt Newman: “Look them up on Twitter @efedguerillas. Now you’re just the person that I wanted to see. Now, can you say something soothing?”

El Gringo Loco: “Man fuck you. You want to hear something soothing? How about the sound of my dick entering your ear hole! Now stop using that red head as a condom and let me hit that!”

Kurt Newman: “Hmmmmm, sounds like an angel singing in me ear. So if you want your deepest fantasy to come true, buy some Old Spice and just lay it all over you to smell and be……truly awesome. And if you don’t like Old Spice……well then fuck you.”

Kurt holds up the Old Spice and everyone smiles into the camera. As the screen turns to black, you can hear El Gringo Loco say something to Kurt.

El Gringo Loco: “Ok seriously, I need to go back to the studio. That radio show is shit without me.”

[President Mac]

Aiello: Well then, that was a hell of a ‘bout we just had. 

Piven: Was it more intense than that ‘bout you had with Crabs? 

Aiello: No Jackoff, nothing will ever be that intense. Except maybe that brawl you had with a Peruvian prostitute last Summer. 

Piven: Easy there Joe, we’re trying to keep things a bit PC remember? Anyways, we’ve apparently got something going on backstage. 

The camera cuts to a shot deriving from the backstage area, Derek Wellings in frame. Wellings, dripping beads of sweat, peddles away on a stationary bike. The bike was just one of the several bikes provided by President Mac for the EWC’s new traveling gym. Wellings wipes the sweat from his brow with the white towel draped around his neck. From off camera, commotion can be heard. 

Man: Get out of here! 

Man #2: I’d suggest you remove that finger from my chest , youngster. 

Man: Who the hell are you calling youngster? 

Man #2: I certainly only see your scrawny ass in front of me, right? 

Wellings quits his pedaling, and hops off the stationary bike. 

Wellings: Hey, what’s going on? 

As Wellings questions the participants in the conversation, a body flies directly towards him. Wellings, in one swift motion, catches the body and sends it back in the direction it came from. A loud thud can be heard off camera. 

Man #2: Woah. 

Stepping out of the shadows and in to the frame comes Man #2, better known as Floyd “ Sheriff” Shooter. Floyd glances behind him, in the direction the body had flown, and then back at Wellings. 

Floyd: Nice toss, buddy. 

Wellings: Not a bad throw yourself. Why would you pick on a freshman like that though? 

Floyd: Everyone needs to know their place, no? We can’t just have false lawmakers walking around here, spouting off. 

Wellings gives Floyd a once over, surveying him and his intentions. 

Wellings: Maybe you’ve got a point there, Cowboy. 

Floyd: Maybe I do soldier, maybe I do. 

Wellings, keeping his eyes on Floyd, walks out of the traveling gym. Floyd smirks, a bit smugly, at Wellings as he leaves. 

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
'WIN BY PIN-FALL OR SUBMISSION'
Match Writer: @xplode

DAMIEN KINGSTON
Vs
CHARLIE FEIGEL
Vs
DEREK WELLINGS

The crowd cheers loudly as the camera feed zips around the arena. Fans are shown smiling and pointing at the viewer as the feed finds it’s way around each corner of the stadium. A loud chant begins to echo around the arena now, at first only a slight rumble, until the chant is a ful blown scream. The camera feed returns to ringside now as we see Joey Aiello and Jeremy Piven once more..

Jeremy Piven: Listen to these fans, Joe. Tonight, they have turned out in force! You know, who would have thought that we would be sitting here, getting ready to host the main event of yet another historic EWC telecast. I literally have chills down the back of my arms.

Joey Aiello: For the first time in my career around you, I am going to say that you are right on the money. This crowd is here in FORCE tonight. This main event that we have coming next, will certainly not disappoint either. Next, we have a triple threat match. Damien Kingston will step in the ring against two hungry competitors in Charlie Feigel.. and Derek Wellings.

Jeremy Piven: Absolutely. Any of these three men could walk out of this match with their arms held over their heads That would put them right in the limelight in the EWC.. right from the start. This is an excellent opportunity for these three men. I can’t wait to get this started.

Joey Aiello: Judging from what is happening in the ring, it looks like that time.. is now!

The camera feed switches to the ring now as we see Jessica Stroup smiling. Holding a microphone, she looks around the arena as the packed house of fans response with thunderous applause. Nodding once, she begins to speak as the fans calm down.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing at this time. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. The Man of Liberty, DAMIEN KINGSTON!

The arena was anything but quiet. Thousands of fans were in attendance. All of which were on the edge of their seats waiting for the next bit of action to take place. About that time the arena lights found themselves dimming down a bit. Just as a guitar riff to kick off "World Divided" by Downstait could be heard hitting the speakers inside the arena. Right away the fans were able to put two and two together. Lots of mixed reactions could be heard. It was like the fans were split right down the middle. Cheers and Boos could be heard clear as day.

After a few more seconds the curtain could be seen being pushed aside. Stepping out through the curtain at that particular moment was none other than the man himself. He was commonly referred to as the "Man of Liberty" Damien Kingston. Kingston had his zip up hoodie on and the hood was up covering his face. As he made his way to the center of the ramp. Dropping down to his knees with a bit of a smirk spread across his face. He nodded his head to the music a bit before reaching up and pulling the hood back. As he did that Kingston tilted his head backwards and stretched his arms out to either side of him.

He looked right up at the sky with that smirk seemingly growing. The fans seemed to still be torn. The boos got louder at the same time the cheers got louder. He was only in that position for a couple of seconds. Kingston pushed himself up to his feet and grabbed a hold of the front of his jacket starting unzip in while talking down to the ring with an attitude in each step he made.

Kingston was already approaching the ringside area. That smirk still featured across his very lips. He took his hoodie off his body and just laid it there in the corner of the ring before he grabbed one of the ring ropes pulling himself up on the apron. He turned his back towards the ropes and looked out over the crowd with that smirk. Nodding his head at their reactions. Not seeming to care which way they went. They could boo him, he thrived off hate. They could cheer him, it gave him that extra boost. Soon enough he turned himself around on the apron to face the ring.

He placed one leg over the middle rope and then ducked down getting into the ring. Upon being inside the ring Kingston went to the nearest turnbuckle he could find. Getting to the second turnbuckle. He peered out over the mixed crowd. Before he proceeded to raise his hands into the air and then sticking them out to the side followed by lifting his head back. Literally the same exact taunt that he had done before on the ramp. Not much had changed with their reaction. After a few seconds Kingston leaped down from the turnbuckle as he music started to fade. He faced the middle of the ring waiting for the next course of action to take place.

Joey Aiello: Kingston is an assassin out there. He looks to be in prime shape and ready for war. Very impressive.

Jeremy Piven: Do you want me to ask him for his phone number later for you too? Just keep your eyes above the tights..

Joey Aiello: I didn’t mean.. I mean..

Jessica Stroup: Next, please welcome.. Charlie Feigel!!!

"Step Up" by Drowning Pool hits, "The HardKore Ikon" Charles Feigel steps out from the back with his trusty kendo stick and roll of barbed wire. The legend walks straight to the ring, slides his trusty tools under the ring for safekeeping and slides into the ring. Peering up the ramp as if seeing his opponent waiting to make his entrance. The crafty veteran stretches and awaits the guy he is about to try and dismantle before the capacity crowd.

The fans cheer loudly as Charlie bounces from ring rope to ring rope! He then nods at the fans as he raises one arm, signaling that he is ready for the match.

Jeremy Piven: Charlie Feigel is a man who could take over a match at any time. He will play a huge role in how this match plays out. Don’t you agree?

Joey Aiello: Sure…

Jessica Stroup: And last but not least, please welcome.. Derek Wellings!!

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

The fans are louder than ever as all three men are patted down in the ring by the referee. Charlie Fiegel nods at the ref after his knee pads are inspected, before suddenly rushing at Derek Wellings to begin the match! With the bell rung repeatedly, Wellings is driven into the corner repeatedly with heavy stomps. Charlie backs up a few steps to admire his handwork, only to be spun around and his with an elbow now by Damian Kingston!! Feigel holds his jaw but quickly rebounds, driving a boot into the gut of Kingston before nailing a snap DDT! Feigel has the match firmly in hand as he looks at the fans, a smirk upon his face.

Joey Aiello: Fiegel has really come to play tonight. Despite the odds, he has gone on the offense and asserted himself early.

Jeremy Piven: Kingston seems a bit worse for wear due to that DDT too. His past history with neck injuries may catch up to him here.

Feigel helps Kingston to his feet only to Irish Whip him across the ring. Feigel follows this up with with a stiff clothesline. Kingston hits the mat hard, bouncing once before holding his neck feverishly. Feigel does not have a chance to continue the attack however as Wellings is on him now, nailing him repeatedly with a flurry of punches and hard chops!

Wellings ducks under a counter punch from Feigel now and uses the momentum to lift him in the air, planting Feigel hard into the mat with a suplex. The fans begin to rally now as Wellings stomps Feigel repeatedly. He then drops a hard elbow unto his opponent, only to hook the leg for a pin attempt.

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Fiegel kicks out!

Joey Aiello: Derek Wellings is back in the fight in a big way, Jeremy. If I had to describe this man, I would say that he is the wildcard of the bunch. I like his odds here.

Jeremy Piven: Ladies and Gentlemen, these three men are really ripping into one another. If you have just joined us, we have a slobberknocker on our hands here and its anyone’s game at this point. Derek Wellings has turned the tide at this point, but Charlie Feigel has truly stood out amongst the pack. It’s safe to say that… WOW…

The commentary is cut short as we see Damien Kingston back in the fight now. With repeated chops, he drives Derek Wellings back. Derek finally regroups and counters with an arm takedown, only to have Kingston drag him to the mat as well! Both men rush to their feet but Kingston is slightly quicker! Kingston nails a missile dropkick.. on Feigel!! Wellings manages to duck out of the way in time to send the kick at Feigel instead! He then scoops up Kingston and plants him with a body slam!

With the fans screaming with excitement, Wellings runs to the ropes and uses them for momentum. He then drops an elbow.. and misses his target.. as Kingston rolls away. Kingston then kicks up to his feet and catches Wellings on the uptake. Kingston then spins him around and lists Wellings in to the air, planting him with a german suplex. Wellings hits the mat hard. Kingston turns around to find his other opponent only to catch Feigel in mid air!! Feigel had been waiting for the right time to strike as he sat on the top turnbuckle! Kingston walks across the ring before flipping Feigel over his head! Feigel lands hard as the fans cheer loudly!

Wellings is back now, exhaustion starting to set in. He catches Kingston off guard an docks in a sleeper hold! The fans cheer louder than ever as Wellings clamps it on tightly! Kingston flails his free arm as he does his best to stay awake! As Kingston’s arms begin to droop, both men are now driven into the mat by Feigel as he perform a double running face buster!!! The fans stand up and cheer as all three men remain on the mat, their chests heaving with exhaustion!

Joey Aiello: We are watching a classic here tonight, fans! All three men are giving their very hearts tonight. This seems like a test of stamina.

Jeremy Piven: It’s going to come down to who wants it more. Who is willing to go past their normal standard of competition?

Both Wellings and Fiegel slowly rise to their feet now. They see one another and instantly lunge! Locking up, they brawl towards the ring ropes until they are locked in each others grasp, neither man wanting to let go. Kingston sees this and rushes these men, and clothesline’s them both over the top rope and to ringside!! Derek Wellings lands on his side and Charlie Feigel ends up on his back at ringside now, neither man moving at all! Damien Kingston is now seen wiping the sweat from his brow as he takes a moment to collect himself.

Joey Aiello: OH MY GAWD! Look at the carnage!! The war has spilled out of the ring!

Jeremy Piven: Good.. now this gets interesting. It’s like I said.. who wants it more?

Kingston rolls under the bottom rope now and exits the ring. Grabbing Wellings, he punches him once in the face., sending the competitor back down to the concrete. Kingston walks over to Feigel and kicks him hard in the back just as Feigel sits up. This sends Feigel back down as well. Kingston is shown smiling, as he turns around.. is planted in the face by a flying forearm by Derek Wellings! The fans scream with approval as Kingston hits the mat hard! Both men crash into the mat with Wellings the better for it. Wellings rolls away and rises to his feet now. He grabs Feigel and rolls him into the ring!

Following Feigel, Wellings stalks his prey…

Joey Aiello: THIS COULD BE IT!!!

Feigel gets up to one knee and is helped the rest of the way by Wellings. Wellings then lifts Fiegel with a scoop slam.. only to transition in to a reverse DDT! The fans scream as Welling stomps around the ring, ready to perform his finisher! He grabs Feigel by the head and brings him to his feet…

Jeremy Piven: FIEGEL REVERSE THE ATTEMPT!!

In a last ditch effort, Feigel catches Wellings off guard and nails the “2nd Degree”, a spinning pedigree! Wellings hits the mat as Feigel lands upon him, covering for the pin..

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Fiegel is yanked off of Wellings and pulled out of the ring now by Damian Kingston!

Kingston unleashes a barrage of punches upon Feigel before falling backward and performing a slingshot that sends Feigel face first into the crowd barrier! Feigel lands hard, turning over to reveal a large gash upon his forehead! The fans begin to chant:

Fans: HOLY SHIT… HOLY SHIT!!!

Sliding into the ring now, Kingston knows what he has to do. The fans begin to rally behind him as he stalks his prey, waiting for the moment to strike! Wellings, unaware of what is about to happen to him, slowly rises to his feet, only to be spun around and kicked in the gut by Kingston! The fans stand up and cheer in excitement!!

Joey Aiello: HERE IT IS!!

Out of no where, Feigel rolls under the bottom rope and launches to his feet, blood running down the bridge of his nose! His injury causes him to be a tad bit too slow, however, as Wellings grabs Feigel and yanks him in front of him! Feigel yanks himself free, but is instantly grabbed by Kingston who plants then successfully plants him into the mat with his finisher... "Falling from the Empire"! As the crowd cheers like crazy, Kingston begins to get back up just as Wellings rushes him! Kingston reacts quickly and pulls down upon the nearby top rope, causing Wellings to go over him and out to the ringside area! Kingston then covers for the pin..

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Jessica Stroup: The winner of tonight's main event... DAMIEN KINGSTON!!!

The crowd gets behind Kingston as he rolls out of the ring without celebrating. Staring at Wellings, he makes his way up the rampway and towards the stage, looking over his shoulder only once before exiting to the backstage area. Wellings returns the glance until he notices that Feigel has begun to rises to his feet once more..

Jeremy Piven: OH NO... THESE TWO HAVE A HISTORY OF BAD BOOD!!

Wellings nods his head as the fans cheer for him to enter the ring. He agrees and does just that, only to find himself face to face with a well bloodied Feigel! The crowd chants loudly and then both men... explode upon one another once again!!!

Jeremy Piven: THIS ISN'T OVER!!! OH WOW!

Wellings begins to drive Feigel into the corner of the ring with thunderous fists! Feigel suddenly head butts Wellings, sending him stumbling backwards! The crowd begins to boo as Feigel digs into his right boot.. only to pull out what looks to be a set of brass knuckles! Wellings turns to attack once more, now fully alert.. only to have the knuckles planted dead center into his forehead!!! Wellings hits the mat hard, blood rushing out of his nose as Feigel repeatedly stomps him! Referees rush down the rampway and into the ring but Feigel fends them off like a savage each time, only to continue the onslaught upon Wellings!!

Joey Aiello: It's totally chaos out here, ladies and gentlemen!! This is completely uncalled for!!!!!

Feigel continues the assault until suddenly.. FLOYD SHOOTER RACES OUT DOWN TOWARDS THE RING!! The fans cheer loudly as Shooter slides into the ring just as Feigel exits, a large smile upon his bloodied face! Shooter checks on Wellings and glances at Feigel a few times as Feigel makes his way back up the rampway!

Jeremy Piven: This has become very personal. All of the men in this ring have history, and that history has not been forgotten! Could we be seeing the making of a new alliance here?!!

We now see Feigel laughing and causally pointing in the direction of the ring. Another figure emerges from the entrance area beside him.. and it is the General Manager.. Xplode! Xplode grabs Feigel's hand and raises it in victory before applauding with a smirk on his face. The fans boo loudly as we see Wellings and Shooter leaning on the ropes, begging Feigel to return to the ring.

Joey Aiello: Is this the sort of thing that our new General Manager will condone?!! This isn't the EWC way of doing things!!

Jeremy Piven: I don't like where this is heading, Joey.. not at all.

SEE YOU IN PHILADELPHIA 

© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2015

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