MNB #414 - PHILADELPHIA

[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 414



^{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 Philadelphia, Pennslyvania

EWC BRAWL
February 16th 2015
Live From the EWC Stadium in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

"Follow" by Breaking Benjamin 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 last weeks episode 413.

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 video continues to go on and shows President Mac, Xplode, Jon Goldberg, 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 68,000+ 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 hundreds of signs with "Madi-Friends" written on them, "A Storm is Coming", KingstonStrong", "New Sheriff in Town", "TACO TACO TACO" and a "Newman for Vice President" banner

A chant begins of

MNB

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Aiello: Hello and welcome to the four hundred and fourteenth edition of Monday Night Brawl.  

Piven: Things are crazy here in Philly, the hometown of Madison Mitchell

Aiello: Madison's fans are in full force here tonight. We saw some earlier footage of Madison's parents talking with our very own President Mac, and they appear to be ringside for tonight's festivities. 

Piven: Things got off to a rocking start here tonight with a match that you folks at home didn't get to see. We had a TRIPLE THREAT
match between JACOB QUINN. CHANCE KELLY and ALEX ANDERSON. It was quite the battle, especially between Quinn and Anderson who traded the majority of blows and teamed up many times against Chance Kelly

Aiello: In the end, it was Jacob Quinn who pulled off the incredible victory, by pinning Chance Kelly while Alex Anderson just missed out on getting the win himself. 

Piven: Next week we will be heading to New York, which promises to be a very big show. I have it on good authority that next weeks opening match will be one for the ages. It will be.. somewhat of a battle. 

Aiello: SPOILER ALERT Jeremy! Anyways, lets focus on tonight where we have an excellent show in store for you all. 

Piven: One of the things I love happening right now in the EWC, something you don't see happen anywhere else.. is the Main Event. The Main Event is almost like a championship in it's own right

Aiello: That's true Jer, the way Mac has been booking the Main Event so far.. is that if you win the Main Event, you have earned the right... to STAY in the Main Event. So the question tonight is.. can Kingston keep the streak going?

Piven: The fact he has been able to perform and perform the way he has, is nothing short of amazing. Mac took a major chance on Kingston and it's paid off big time so far. Lets hope nothing bad happens to that neck of his tonight in what should be a very brutal match

Aiello: We also have some debuts tonight, which is always good.

Piven: I'm looking forward to seeing what Newman and Shooter bring to the table tonight. Both guys have been making a name for themselves behind the scenes.. I wonder what will happen when they finally step into the ring. 

Aiello: We also have Shelley Silver making her debut tonight and she looks very promising. Madison will have her hands full tonight infront of her home crowd. 

Piven: Home crowd means everything though. In any kind of sport, it's always an advantage. I'm also very impressed with Wellings, Storm and JC Styles, I expect to see them continue to impress here tonight and perhaps proving to be contenders moving forward. 

The fans cheer loudly as the camera feed pans about, letting the fans in attendance gain a bit of treasured air time. Signs are waved and shirts are displayed, as the fans in attendance scream and show their support for the EWC. The upper deck of the arena is displayed now as thousands of fists pump in unison… and the lights suddenly dim down.

“I Stand Alone” by Godsmack begins to play now, causing the fans to stand to their feet and emit a chorus of jeers!

Joey Aiello: We know what that song means. Here comes the EWC General Manager.. Xplode. Last week, he really made his presence known.

Jeremy Piven: Agreed. Xplode instituted a more harsh brand of entertainment right from the start, and it was evident in the brutality of the matches for the entire night under his watch. Still, no one could argue with the results as the EWC would enjoy it’s highest rated show in years! Xplode truly is a man of his word and his presence as a GM is undeniable.

Joey Aiello: Let’s just hope that the company is able to survive his thirst for carnage!

Stepping unto the stage area, Xplode glances around the arena. He is dressed in a sharp grey suit. Nodding his head, he smiles as the fans really let him have it, tossing trash in his direction as they boo him loudly. He then makes his way down the ramp way and towards the ring, stopping just short of entering. Accepting a microphone, he ascends the metal steps and enters the ring, as his theme song continues to play.

Trash continues to be hurled in his direction, but Xplode continues to ignore it. Smiling, he taunts the fans by blowing a kissing their direction as the theme song fades out. The crowd response slowly fades out.. and Xplode speaks:

Xplode: Hell of a welcome tonight. I am impressed. It’s been a long time since I have been to Philly. I have to admit, I missed the atmosphere here. I mean, where in the world can you find a larger fan base that is SO used to failure?! I mean.. look at the Eagles. Are they not the biggest ball busters in the NFL?!

The fans begin to shout obscenities in his direction as Xplode laughs.

Xplode: Let’s not even get into the fact that your biggest claim to fame is an imaginary boxer who was more known for being punch drunk.. then for his in-ring talent. Rocky Balboa, fun stuff. I didn’t come out here to trade jabs with you all though. If you folks would shut your mouths for a second, I actually have important stuff to say..

The fans shout at him even louder now, displaying their displeasure!

Xplode: Okay, now that we have that out of that way, let’s continue. When I walked out to this ring last week, I promised that as the General Manager of the EWC, I would take this place to new heights. Like always, I have kept my word. Brawl brought in record ratings like never before under my leadership, and this week looks to be more of the same. Promotions around the globe have noticed us again.. and they should. You see, the EWC is back. We are back, and the world is on notice from this day on. We WILL be the top promotion in the industry once again.. THE VERY STANDARD FOR OTHERS TO LOOK TOWARDS! MAKE NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT…. THIS IS THE DAMN GOLDEN AGE OF WRESTLING ONCE MORE!!!

The fans now shift to a hail of cheers as Xplode paces the ring, his posture leaning to a more aggressive tone.

Xplode: Now, there are people in the locker room who aren’t quite aboard with my way of doing business.. and that is okay. They will come around, or they will find themselves unemployed. The first order of business for me is to establish Brawl is as the premier show for the company, and with that being said, I am suspending all future HCW programming for the foreseeable future. Brawl is where the big boys will play… for now.

The fans begin to chant: “HCW! HCW! HCW!”

Xplode: That’s cute. Moving forward, as some of you have noticed last week, I had a hand in who won the main event. There was a message that was meant to be sent by my actions in doing that. That message was not that I gave a crap about whether Charlie Feigel wins or not.. regardless of the rumors. I have read the things that are being said on the internet about why I got involved and none of them are true. I am not a man of mystery.. so let me spell it out to you all. I walked out there to simply show that I will reward ANY EWC superstar who is willing to cross the line to achieve greatness in that ring. Any person in that locker room who will sacrifice it all in the name of being great will be rewarded. Charlie Feigel pushed the envelope and showed his brutal tendencies.. and the ratings poured in due to it. THAT.. is how we run a show around here. THAT… is a future champion.

The crowd boos once more.

Xplode: Make no mistake about. We will be doing business my way. We WILL be number one in the world once again and to get there, we will have to push the boundaries of this sport. So this message goes out to the locker room. Make your presence known and do it loudly. Impress me.. and you will be rewarded. That’s it.. plain and simple. The Era of the X.. is here.

Xplode’s theme song begins to play loudly as he tosses the microphone over his shoulder. Exiting the ring, he makes his way up the ramp way as the fans boo loudly.

Joey Aiello: The GM has spoken.

Jeremy Piven: I like how he does business. He achieves results.. you can’t argue with that.

Joey Aiello: Still.. at what cost?

Xplode exits to the backstage area.. as the feed fades out.

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene begins with the camera looking down a very long hallway. You wonder why the image starts there until he can see a figure making his way down the hall. As the figure gets closer, you can start to make out that it’s none other than Kurt Newman. As Kurt gets closer, you can see that he’s in a panic and scared out of his mind. You quickly see why as a large pack of angry midgets follow Kurt. Kurt runs up to the camera and pulls it into a nearby room. Kurt quickly slams the door shut and barricades himself against the door as Kurt breathes in deeply. Suddenly, the sounds of tiny fist banging against the door can be heard. Catching his breath, Kurt looks into the camera with a slight smile on his face.

Kurt Newman: “Little buggers have been running after me now for an hour straight. I’ve been trying to lose them but they’re so close to the ground I think they’ve smelled my scent, just like a dog. But it’s so cute how they run with those stubby little legs.”

(Off Screen) Chris Constantine: “What the hell Kurt!”

~The camera pans over so that it can get an image of Kurt and Chris Constantine. Chris looks at Kurt with disbelief as he sits behind a desk.

Kurt Newman: “Hey kiddies! It’s Chris Constantine! Manager for Kurt Newman and all around swell guy! How’s it going man?”

Chris Constantine: “I was doing just fine until you barged in. Who the hell is behind the door?”

Kurt Newman: “Nothing.”

Kurt loses control for a minute as the door opens up wide enough that a small hand can be seen coming into the room. Kurt quickly bends over and bites the hand. The arm quickly disappears behind the door, giving Kurt the opportunity to slam it shut. Still barricading it with his body, Kurt looks back at Chris who’s not to happy.

Kurt Newman: “So you know that midget convention that was going on across the street at that hotel? Well I went over because…..you know……midgets make me laugh. Well I got a little bit too excited as I walked in and declared myself the King Of The Lollipop Guild. Then I started to toss some of the girl midgets to find myself a Queen……because that’s how the King Of The Lollipop finds his Queen……anyways one of them didn’t like that too much and she bit me. By the way, can you get AIDS from midget bights?”

Chris looks stupefied by now as he slowly replies to Kurt.

Chris Constantine: “No.”

Kurt Newman: “That’s what I thought. Anyways, I superkicked that chick in the face. Well the rest of the midgets didn’t like that too much, so they ran after me. So here I am.”

Chris rubs his eyes and looks super annoyed as he evaluates the situation at hand.

Chris Constantine: “This is a PR nightmare Kurt.”

Kurt Newman: “Oh come on! You’ve handled worse than this. Remember that one time in Hong Kong when I tried to get through customs with that rare bird up my ass?”

Chris Constantine: “That bird never was able to look you in the face after that.”

Kurt Newman: “Yeah, I miss Johnny Clash also. Oh hey! Since I got you, I want to start a tag team here in EWC!”

Chris Constantine: “What! Why? I thought you wanted a shot at the World Title.”

Kurt Newman: “Yeah, so does everyone else here in EWC. I’ve won plenty of titles in my wrestling career but I haven’t won Tag Team Gold for a very long time and there’s a huge market in EWC for a tag team. I mean the Tag Team Titles are just dangling there just waiting to be picked up!”

Chris Constantine: “Ok……so you want me to call up one of the boys from Chicago? I’m sure Jack Tillman or Andrew Wilkow would be more than happy to team with you.”

Kurt Newman: “Nah, EWC has enough talent at the moment. Try to get one of the guys on the roster to team up with me.”

Chris Constantine: “Alright, well give me a week and I’ll try to wrangle up some people.”

Kurt Newman: “Sounds good. Now I have to get ready for my match. I need to get rid of these midgets though. You have a squirt bottle of some sort?”

Chris Constantine: “Ummmm, yeah sure. Give me a second.”

Chris opens up a drawer and goes through it until he finds a squirt bottle.

Kurt Newman: “Perfect! Now toss it here!”

Chris obliges and tosses the squirt bottle over to Kurt who catches it. With the squirt bottle in hand, Kurt quickly opens up the door and begins to squirt all the midgets with it. The midgets hiss and scream as the water lands on them. Out of fear, the entire pack runs away down the hall and out of site. With a cocky grin on his face, Kurt twirls the squirt gun in his hand and watches with joy as the midgets run away.

Kurt Newman: “I do the same thing with my dog when he humps a chick’s leg.”

Kurt tosses the water bottle back to Chris. Kurt quickly makes his way over to his locker room to get ready for his match. The camera slowly pans over to Chris who has his hands covering his head.

Chris Constantine: “You get used to it after a while.”

[President Mac]

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SHOW OPENER
CHRIS MAVERICK Vs JOHN JONES
Match Writer: Jon "Gold" Wilder

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California standing at 6’2”, weighing in at 209 lbs, making his debut match, he is CHRIS MAVERICK!

Seven Nation Army by "The White Stripes" plays as Chris Maverick walks to the ring in a black leather jacket with a angry face as he tags the fans while walking down the ramp and then he points his fist up with a big pop with the fans pointing up their fist as Chris rolls in the ring and gets on the top rope and does another point the fist up pop with the fans then gets off the top rope and takes off his jacket and throws it in the crowd.

Joe Aiello: What a great night to be a young new, superstar in EWC! Chris Maverick is going against returning EWC Super Star, John Jones!

Jeremy Piven: You are right buddy; we need more great nights like this one. Whereas you have hope for the young, new star in Chris Maverick, I am thinking the returning veteran has this match.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada standing in at 6’3” tall and weighing 245 lbs, making his return is JON JONES!

The TitanTron lights up with a countdown from 10…

Fans join in with the countdown…4..3..2..1...The arena goes dark, the fans go wild…

“THE CHAMP IS HERE…THE CHAMP IS HERE…THE CHAMP IS HERE…” plays out over the PA system, echoing through the arena and the lights explode in a bright golden hew before dimming.

The TitonTron begins to show short clips of John P. Jones wrestling and dressing in expensive suits, riding limos and destroying competition. As a single spotlight lights up on the stage, Jones walks out into it. After a moment with his head down, he lifts his head, points to the ring then raises his fists up high and begins to scream, setting off gold pyro down the ramp. The arena lights come up and Jones begins walking to the ring, acknowledging the fans. Upon entering the ring, he paces around until the bell rings…

Jeremy Piven: I am rooting for this young man; he made a small splash last time. But I really think he’ll make waves here tonight.

Joe Aiello: You’re very optimistic, but I’m not counting him out. Either way, the fans are in for a great surprise tonight and a great start for a hot night of Extreme Wrestling Corporation action!

The bell rings and right off the bat, Jon Jones comes out strong and really lets a right hook shoot across his Chris Maverick’s face. He’s stunned and leaning on the ropes, allowing Jon to get up on him and bring several knees to his opponent’s midsection. Jones grabs his head, pulling him from the ring and lifts him up into a Stalling Vertical Suplex, showing off his great strength he leaves him suspended and finally drops back. While Maverick recovers, Showtime drops several elbows over his opponent’s neck and chest. And goes for an early cover!

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C-Mav gets a shoulder up! It’s a little too early to try for a win, but John doesn’t let up and drives several knees into his opponent’s chest. But Chris fights back and trips his opponent out of the ring. The two venture out and start fighting outside with Maverick getting the upperhand.

Jeremy Piven: Don’t take that lying down! Get him back in the ring, Jones!

Joe Aiello: you’re supposed to be impartial!

Jeremy Piven: I’m also supposed to be sober, but I had a white wine spritzer before the show.


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Chris and John just proceed to punch each other roughly. Neither man willing to back down, welts swell around their eyes and head.


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Chris gets the upper hand and manages to get a knee in his opponents gut. With John Jones reeling form that attack, C-Mav backs up and delivers a vicious Superkick into Perfection’s face!




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But John Jones gets up, and tackles Chris Maverick. Resisting the force of his bigger opponent, Chris leans into the attack and downs him. He drivers several knees into his opponent’s shoulders, causing great pain in John Jones and temporarily subduing him.

Jeremy Piven: It’s getting a little late there men! Better get back in the ring!

Joe Aiello: You’re right, there pal. They’re getting closer and closer to that time limit.

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EIGHT!....



With time wearingly low, Chris quickly lifts John Jones into position and his him with Canada’s Finest, completely flooring him.




NINE!...




Chris Maverick quickly rolls into the ring as John Jones takes his time to get back up and in the ring…





TEN!

The referee calls for the bell as John is standing on the outside in surprise. Several fans are angered and booing by the results, even Chris Maverick is disappointed and in shock.

Jessica Stroup: Referee Barry Alan has ruled that John Jones was unable to get into the ring by the time he reached the time limit allowed. Therefore, winner by count out! CHRIS MAVERICK!

Joe Aiello: Oh wow, these fans are HATING this!

Jeremy Piven: I haven’t heard so many people angered and disgusted since Entourage ended! Folks, we’ll be right back after these messages.

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BACKSTAGE

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The feed pans to the General Manager's office. We see Xplode behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his feet crossed upon he desk. The office door swings open before him, only to reveal former Wrestling great.. "Rowdy" Roddy Piper.

Xplode: Look at this! No one told me that it would be Senior Citizen's day at the arena! I would have made sure to cancel that...

Smirking, Piper slides a chair towards the desk and sits across from Xplode.

Roddy Piper: Still the asshole... That's good to see.

Xplode: I know why you are here, old man. Save your breath. My intentions with Ruthann are purely of a business nature. She fits a need that this company lacks, and I aim to help her to become something more than you or any of your little band of idiots every thought to achieve.. or could.

Piper: Ruthann is special to me, Jaden. You should understand that. You know, I remember when you were just a kid. Back when your father used to compete. He was so proud of you, the way he carried you around like a prize. He was sure that you would one day run a promotion.. but not before becoming the greatest talent in the world.

Xplode: And that's exactly what I am doing. What is your point?

Piper leans back and chews upon a large piece of gum. Neither man says anything for a time until Piper speaks.

Piper: Your father took care of you, like I do with Ruthann. She has gone through a lot in her career, in her life even. Why must you make it even more difficult? Let her focus on her career and become the champion that she was meant to be. Don't turn her into your tool of destruction. She is better than that. Your father would agree with me.

Xplode glares at Piper for a time before standing up to full height. His sharp suit is wrinkled as his blazer parts open, revealing a massive chest. Placing both hands upon the desk, he leans forward until both men are eye to eye. Piper does not back down at all or show any signs of fear.

Xplode: Do you really think that you could walk into MY office.. on MY show.. and lay some guilt trip about my father on me?! I am Xplode... the damn DESTROYER of worlds! I do what I want.. when I want. How I run my business... IS my business! Do you understand me?!

Roddy: The day that woman walked inside of my gym at the age of 17 asking me to train her, She became my business! I actually came to warn you but you know what.

Xplode just laughs shaking his head as he cut him off giving him a stare that could kill someone right on the spot.

Xplode: Warn me?! You have iron balls, old man. I have to admit, I needed a bit of comedy tonight. I am going to let that little joke pass and allow you to gather your shit.. and leave. I would take me up on that offer.

Standing up, Piper eyeballs Xplode and then heads towards the office door. Stopping just short of the door, Piper spins around and speaks..

Piper: Remember this... Jaden. If she gets hurt in any way because of you, the world that you know will become vastly different. You aren't just screwing with Ruthann's life here... there is her family as well.

Xplode: That means what to me?

Piper: That means.. everything.

Roddy twists the doorknob now and exits the room, leaving Xplode standing alone. Xplode says nothing for a time before picking up his cellphone. After dialing a few numbers.. he speaks.

Xplode: That son of a bitch visited me like I said he would. Get your ass over here! I have a job for you to do..

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MATCH TWO

KURT NEWMAN Vs AXLE AOMORI

Match Writer: @xplode

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Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first… please welcome, Kurt Newman!

The arena erupts with cheers as Voodoo Child by Stevie Ray Vaughn begins to play throughout the arena. Kurt makes his way out with a cocky smile on his face as billions of flashes from cameras from the fans cover him. The Awesome Title is wrapped around his waist as it shines in all its glory as the camera gets a good look at it. Kurt grabs the camera and brings it up to his face so that you can see his million dollar smile. 

Kurt flips into the ring and makes his way over to one of the ring post as streamers of different colors fill the ring. Kurt claps his hands in celebration as he jumps off the ring post and walks over to a nearby ring post and places the Awesome Title next to it.

Joey Aiello: We have a new man… in Newman.

Jeremy Piven: You are so witty.

The crowd dies back down as Jessica speaks once more.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent… Axle Aomori!

Dance with the Devil blares through the sound system as the lights go to a blood red color. Axle slowly walks out from the back to a storm of boos and into a cloud of smoke that has come up from the bottom of the stage. He looks around at the crowd with a smirk on his face as he runs his hand through his hair. As he finishes he begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring slowly ignoring any fans that try to reach out to touch him. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he sees a fan that has a sign that reads "Axle Sucks," Axle rips the sign out of the fans hand and rips the sign which he throws back into the fans face. Axle walks the final bit of the ramp to reach the floor which he then makes a sharp left towards the steps heading up to the ring, as he reaches them he slowly walks up them step by step, when he finally gets to the apron of the ring he climbs through the top and middle ropes, after he has gotten into the ring he walks towards the ropes and yells different words out into the crowd and smirks, as he finishes yelling into the crowd he heads towards his corner and slides down it into a sitting position.

The bell is rung repeatedly but Axle does not wait to begin the match regardless. Axle rushes Newman, unleashing a barrage of fists. Catching Newman one last time with a stiff hook, Axle performs a European uppercut that sends him back stumbling. Not allowing his opponent to recover, Axle then hooks the arm and performs a snap duplex that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Axle rises and drops an elbow next.. and then another.

Jeremy Piven: Amazing debut effort by Aomori tonight. Impressive.

Joey Aiello: Agreed. Newman will have his work cut out for him tonight if he is to win this match.

Axle continues the onslaught, as he heads to the turnbuckle. He launches into the air and lands a body splash unto Newman, hooking the leg for the pin.

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Kick Out!

Axle is quick to recover as he spins around and yanks Newman to center ring by the legs. He then begins to lock in a sharpshooter but is kicked away! Axle, now frustrated, stomps Newman and locks in the Sharpshooter this time. Newman holds on, his hand raised as if he is about to tap out any second!

Joey Aiello: This could be it! Can Newman recover here?!

As the fans cheer, Newman reaches out.. and begins to inch towards the ropes despite the hold on him. In a display of power, Newman reaches the ropes and takes hold of the bottom one, breaking up the hold. Axle is beyond enraged now, and releases the hold. He backs away to regain his footing but is quickly scooped up by Newman into a small package!!

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Both men rush to their feet! Axle attacks first with a drop kick but Newman simply sidesteps the attack! As Axle fights to regain himself, Newman takes advantage of his moment of weakness. Newman grabs Axle and unleashes a hellish German Suplex! Axle shakes it off easily and rushes to his feet! Newman uses a Northern Lights Suplex this time, shaking the very ring as Axle comes comes slamming down hard!

Jeremy Piven: Newman has now shown his own display of ring expertise as the offense has swung in his favor!

Joey Aiello: Who will pull out this match, Ladies and Gentlemen! This is EWC greatness with two young stars to display their prowess!

The crowd begins to rally behind Newman as he pumps his fist now, rallying the fans to motivate him. Axle slowly rises as Newman plants his feet. Axle is now upright, unaware of what is about to take place. Turning around, he has no time to react as Newman unleashes a hellish finisher.. the "OMFG"!! (Brainbuster) Newman hooks the leg for the pin as the crowd holds their breath collectively.

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(Axle plops his foot on the bottom rope but the referee does not see it!)

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THREE!

Newman rolls away, a large smile upon his face! The fans release a mixture of cheers and boos as Newman celebrates in the ring! Axle turns over on his side and glares at the referee and then at Newman, rage building up within him.

Joey Aiello: WAIT A MINUTE HERE!!! HIS FOOT WAS ON THE ROPES!!!

Jeremy Piven: The ref didn't see it. That's how it goes.

Joey Aiello: We need an official to restart this match.. Axle was screwed over here!!!

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match.. Kurt Newman!!

The fans continue to be a mixed house of cheers and jeers as Axle rises to his feet. He approaches Newman and shouts at him, until he suddenly turns around and lays out the referee!!! The fans begin to boo loudly as he repeatedly stomps the injured referee now. Newman watches the onslaught for a time until he can't handle it anymore. Grabbing Axle, he yanks him away from the referee only to be clotheslined hard to the mat instead!!! The fans continue to boo loudly as Axle drops elbow after elbow unto Newman who is shown blocking the attacks as best as possible!

Joey Aiello: This is getting out of hand...

Multiple EWC officials and security rush down the rampway now and slide into the ring, only to break up the fight! Newman is back to his feet and neither man can reach one another, due to a sea of officials standing between them. The camera feed now switches to the rampway as we see Xplode standing, microphone in hand!

Xplode: Now THAT is entertainment. Ruthless agression.. determination. Axle Aomori, you have just earned my good will. This fight will happen again. We will talk of this.. next week.

The crowd continues to boo loudly as we see Axle Aomori being pushed against the ropes, his attention remaining on Newman. Newman is now shown smiling only to raise his fist in victory. And the feed slowly fades out..

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BACKSTAGE

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A camera is turned on backstage to show Shelley Silver in a locker room, sitting down on a yoga mat, already in her ring attire. She is doing a few stretches, keeping a cool, calm, and collected look on her face. After a few beats, a knock is heard on the door. Shelley looks up with an eyebrow raised, part of her hoping that Eric Steel was coming to visit her for a little "pre-match warm up". She looked to the door, calling out to whomever was on the other side.


Shelley Silver: Come in...


As Shelley looks up, she sees not the presence of her new... whatever he was, she wasn't sure yet, but instead, it was President Mac. Shelley sighed, shaking her head as she continued her stretches.

Shelley Silver: Hey boss, is there something I can help you with?


Mac shook his head with a slight chuckle before addressing his new talent.


President Mac: I know that this is your first official match, Shelley. I just wanted to wish you luck, and...


Shelley scoffed, rolling her eyes as she turned away, starting another position.


Shelley Silver: And you don't want me hurting your precious little girlfriend?


Mac scowled, expecting such a reaction from the rookie. He knelt down in front of Shelley, reaching out to gently turn her face, so that she could look him in the eye.


President Mac: I have complete faith in Madison. But I know you enough to give you this advice, Shelley. Don't do anything stupid. I know that you are looking to prove yourself, as well as impress Eric, but don't let that get the better of you. I hired you for a reason, Shelley. I see a lot of potential in you. Don't squander it.

Shelley sighed with a nod. She knew that Mac was right, but she didn't want to let it show too much.


Shelley Silver: I won't be stupid. I will win, because I am a fighter. I just can't promise to not break her pretty little face.


Mac nodded, knowing that this was was the best he was going to get out of the rookie. He excused himself as he exited the room. Shelley then let out a heavy sigh, the look of nervousness quickly replaced by an evil smirk. The evil plans already beginning to form in her mind.

It a countdown clock appears up on the tron above the ramp. All the fans turn to it watching closely as a clock appears on it. It start a countdown as the crowd countdown along with it. 

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A loud boom goes off as X-Ecutioners feat. Mike Shinoda & Mr. Hahn - It´s Going Down came blasting on the screen. 

There were images of Hunter, Jun Yao and Sara Yao overseas in matches with some actions of their training inside of Ruthless Aggression School. It came to a stop as you see Hunter sitting in a chair behind a desk. He had some cards in his hands like he was a reporter with a hood on. On his right side sitting on the couch was Jun Yao wearing the same thing with Sara Yao wearing a skirt with a EWC shirt on.Hunter looked up at the camera as he just grins.  

Hunter: Welcome to the first edition of HTH TV here at EWC. If you don’t know who we are. You have been living under a rock. You are looking at a tag team that will be taking this company by storm. On my right side of me we have here one of the best high flyers in the world and the sexist man alive. Jun Yao.  

Jun Yao gives a winks to the camera as you could hear the girls in the crowd just scream. As Hunter smirks a bit. 

Hunter: :I think some panties just drop. Anyway, the woman that in his lap is the .. one of the best woman valet Sara Yao.  

Sara stood up as she flash her big sweet smile towards the crowd as you could hear the guys whispers for her. . Hunter smirks as he smiled.  

Hunter: Now.. how should I introduce myself... 

Jun spoke up with a grin.  

Jun Yao: How about this.. ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages... 

Sara cut off Jun with a slap beside the head as she shook her head.  

Sara Yao: You can’t do that.. that someone else catchphrase.  

Jun thought about it as he looked over at Hunter. 

Jun Yao: Well... then I can’t help you there. 

Hunter just shook his head as he look at them a bit upset.   

Hunter: I believe Hunter is just fine. 

Jun Yao and Sara both make a face as they move their head to the side looking at him.  

Sara and Jun: That is very boring. 

They both say at the same time looking at each other as Hunter just mutter something under his breath. He looked back at the camera.  

Hunter: Back to what I was saying here...  

He glares at them as they both just shrug it off.  

Hunter: We are Hometown Heroes! 

He turn around to a small sound box that was next to him as he play. They stood up and start to dance to the music. The music came to a stop as they stop dancing sitting back into their chair. Hunter fix himself with a grin.  

Hunter: We want you to know Hometown Heroes isn't a boring tag team. We three love to have fun. We love to party and did I mention we love to have fun. 

He grins and winks.  

Hunter: When you watch our matches you will be sitting at the edge of your chairs wondering what we will do next. You will be getting your money worth every time when we are in that ring. Our motto We outshine everyone no matter we win or lose or draw!. It just what we do! 

Jun lean back a bit as he rub his hands together with a grin.  

Jun Yao: You see you are looking at two people who are different in a way but learn how to master those two different into something magical. We love to go out there and just place our heart and soul in the ring.  

Sara smirks a bit as she stood up walking over to the desk as she play with the pen that sitting there.  

Sara Yao: There are rumors around the company about other tag teams. I believe if HTH haven’t came here that wouldn’t be happening. You see HTH is known for making things happening. For this to happening it have to show we will be the team to beat. It have to show that HTH is one of the best trendsetters around here. You all can bring it! We will bring it you! “  

Hunter and Jun stand behind Sara as they have a serious look on their face.Hunter spoke up.   

Hunter:: We can be all about fun but we also know how to be serious. As a message out to everyone out there that believe you can take us on. Bring it! Bring everything you have because GET READY TO BE OUT SHINE! 

Jun Yao smirks about that.  

Jun Yao: You can bet your bottom line that is FACT! 

All three place their fist out towards the camera as on the fists read ”HTH”s.

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MATCH THREE

MADISON MITCHELL Vs SHELLEY SILVER
Match Writer: @xplode

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Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first… please welcome, Madison Mitchell!

'Push It' is heard as Madison Mitchell makes her way to the top of the entrance way moving to the music enthusiastically. She begins her march to the ring, pumping the fans up on the way as she takes the time to greet them and point at some of the signs being held up to support her. She jogs up the ring steps and steps under the middle rope, jogging to the middle of the ring and jumping up and down a few times to get herself ready for action.

Joey Aiello: Madison is a dangerous woman. Look for her to achieve big things here in the EWC!

Jeremy Piven: She is achieving big things right now!

Joey Aiello: Don’t let President Mac hear you say that. You would be as good as unemployed.

The crowd dies back down as Jessica speaks once more.

Jessica Stroup: And her opponent… Shelley Silver!

The lights go down as “The Devil Within” begins to play. Shelley slowly makes her way onto the stage, taunting the crowd during the haunting words are sung during the first verse. Then when the music picks up, she runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring. She continues taunting the crowd until the chorus is finished and the lights go up.

The fans begin to chant “SILVER… SILVER… SILVER!!”

Both fighters nod at one another and then at the referee. The ref then signals for the bell as the fans prepare for war! Silver quickly feints a lunge but backs away, smiling. Mitchell shakes her head and smiles in return, only to lunge herself, this time causing both fighters to lock up! The fans cheer in anticipation as both women lean into one another! Madison is first to overcome the struggle as she performing an arm takedown! Madison holds on to the hold as Silver struggles! Silver slowly rises to her feet now only to grab a handful of Madison’s hair!

Madison yanks her head away, but Silver kicks her in the gut anyway! Silver then performs a stiff DDT and then backs away. Madison looks up at Silver who is smiling in return. Silver then raises her hand and displays a handful of Madison’s hair! Silver blows the hair and then blows a kiss in the direction of Madison!

Jeremy Piven: I LIKE THAT GIRL! Silver is vicious!

Joey Aiello: I will admit, she is downright scary.

Madison uses the ropes to rise back up. Silver attacks her quickly but is kicked in the gut in return. Madison then hooks the arm and lifts her into the air! Silver breaks free though and lands behind her, perform an inverted neckbreaker! Madison hits the mat hard and Silver hooks the leg for the pin!

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Jeremy Piven: That was close!

Silver and Madison race to their feet! They lock up and Silver gets the better this time. Silver brings Madison in for a side headlock! Madison displays her strength though as she lifts Silver into the air, performing a backdrop! Madison then rolls away and drops an elbow on to Silver!

Grabbing Silver by the legs, Madison yanks her to center ring. Silver kicks her away and then kicks up to her feet! She grabs Madison and yanks her in, performing her finisher.. “The Silver Sunset”! The crowd cheers with respect as Silver attempts the pin!

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Silver helps Madison to her feet. Draping an arm over her, Silver attempts a duplex but is countered by Madison instead! Madison twists about and then brings Silver into place for a piledriver! Silver slams into the mat and both women remain on their backs, breathing heavily due to exhaustion! The referee begins to count as neither competitor moves at all. Finally, Madison responds as the crowd cheers loudly! She turns over and begins to use the ropes for leverage!

Silver is now sitting up, her breathing heavily labored. Both women struggle to their feet. Silver is first to strike, punching Madison in the jaw. Silver punches again.. and again, each time backing Madison up. Silver reaches back big this time and swings..

Madison suddenly shoves Silver against the ropes, and then nails her finisher.. the "push it real good"! The crowd cheers as Madison lands on top of Silver, exhausted..

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Jessica Stroup: Your winner... Madison Mitchell!!

The fans explode as their hometown hero Madison rolls over, a smile on her face. She is shown breathing heavily as she struggles to her feet. Leaning against the ropes, she regroups herself as she raises a fist in victory. The feed fades out as we see her pointing at her family in the audience, her mother swelling up with tears of joy. We then see a quick shot of President Mac cheering loudly for his girlfriend.

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BACKSTAGE

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Chris Maverick is seen in the interview area with Interviewer for EWC Ace Steel.

Ace Steel: Hello Chris Maverick, as most of us know you have recently signed with EWC and now your on Monday Night Brawl. Is there any thing you'd like to say?


Chris Maverick grabs the mic as the camera gets a little closer to Chris's face.


Chris Maverick: Yes, there is something i'd like to say and that one thing i'd like to say is that EWC is scared because i'm the future and i'm the man to be the next EWC Champion.


Chris Maverick: And that I am the future and yes I will become the next EWC Champion becaus-


Ace Steel grabs another mic he was gaven and interupts Chris with a question of his own.


Ace Steel: Listen Chris, I know your saying the future and all but what do you have to say that your the future of EWC and your not even booked. We haven't seen you fight and we got guys who could be waaa-


Chris Maverick: You wanna go on about something that I told you. The EWC is scared that i'd outshine everybody on my debut thats why their keeping me away from the main event and not having me fight on MNB well you have another thing coming and thats me breaking your neck, and listen "old" man your just a interviewer. Your not a actual wrestler so your saying theres guys waaay better then me? Well how about you scout the talent your gonna interview instead of just saying some untrue stuff about them? I can make sure you don't interview EVER again.

Ace Steel backs away from Chris a bit getting threatened by him.

Ace Steel: Well i'm sorry si-


Chris Maverick: Sorry isn't gonna work, this company need's to give me the respect I deserve.

Chris Maverick puts the mic to Ace's chest and walks away.

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BACKSTAGE

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Floyd Shooter is doing some stretching in preparation for his match with Thaddeus Stone. The Airborne Ranger, Derek Wellings is watching him from above eating an apple. He bites and chews loudly which eventually catches the attention of the Sheriff and he looks up as he continues warming up.

*** Derek Wellings ***
ewph safet gee do-

*** Floyd Shooter ***
I wonder what the news is, not the weather. You're covering me in apples there, Derek.

He swallows the apple, and tosses the core into a trashcan near Floyd.

*** Derek Wellings ***
You saved me last week, I just wanted to show I'm humble and say "Thank you" and next time that things go sour, I got your back.

*** Floyd Shooter ***
You're welcome, just remember who the Sheriff is okay?

*** Derek Wellings ***
Just like I have love in my heart.

Sheriff realizes he needs to go now and leaves.

*** Floyd Shooter ***
That's something a child says, not an adult!

*** Derek Wellings ***
But I've been saying it for years! It works for me!

*** Floyd Shooter ***
No it doesn't!

*** Derek Wellings ***
Good luck, Sheriff Shooter!

*** Floyd Shooter ***
You too.




The EWC Titantron roars into life, "No Ones Iller" blares through the stadium surround sound and the fans look in anticipation to see who emerges from the bnlack curtain. There is an unnerving and unsettling feeling among the fans. Before a large black man storms through the black curtain almost ripping it from it's end. His face scrunched into a ball, stands out before you notice his expensive looking jet black loafers, rest on the bottom of some grey colored suit trousers, a matching tie and jacket completes his intimidating attire. His black custom made Ray Bans conceal his eyes which presumably are consumed with fury if the facial expression is anything to go by. He reaches the top of the ramp and already the crowd had made there mind up about him.


The Titantron explodes with fireworks which whistle into the air as the words "KANE SICKO" are displayed on the large screens. Video packages from MMA and Professional Kick Boxing are shown on the big screens but the fans are not impressed, as they meet the whistle of the fireworks with a chorus of boos and taunts. Kane Sicko reaches the bottom of the ramp, adjusting the sleeves of his suit and revealing a diamond studded gold watch wrapped around his wrist. He leaps to the apron and walks across it before wiping his loafers on the outside of the ring and leaping through the second rope. The fans begin to simmer down as he's handed a microphone from ringside.


The video package remains playing as the gangsta rap music fades out. The boos continue but Kane grins revealing a few completely golden teeth. He moves his shades down so his eyes look into the camera and then moves them back up again. He points at the screen and applauds himself. He moves the microphone to his mouth as the crowd taunt him.


Kane Sicko: "Ladies and Gentlemen, you should all have known that you might be lucky enough to see me tonight!.. See, I'm the MVP, the VIP, whatever you want to call it, I'm the top freakin' dog in this company now. A lot of people will have a lot to say about it but I couldn't give a damn.. Frankly.. I don't like any of you and you clearly aren't fond of me and you know what.. I almost feel SORRY for you.. Sorry that you can't recognise greatness when its stood before you, LOOK AT THAT! I was a Mixed Martial Arts master by the age of 22. I destroyed professional kick boxing to the point where I was bored and you know your lucky I decided to sign for this stupid little company. I had offers from everywhere but I wanted to win in one of the places it really meant something. This has just returned and I want to make it my own.. I want this company to be infected with my Virus.."

Sicko Sucks! chants ring out around the stadium much to the distaste of the 'Illness.' His eyes fill with fury very suddenly and loses his cool very easily.

Kane Sicko "SHUT UP! You damn people are as bad as the management in this little pig sty. You have me, with no match.. are they crazy? The one person who is sure fire to put bums in seats and pay our pay cheques.. Well you know what if any one thinks there big enough, come down now.. if anyone wants a match you know where to find me.. I am KANE SICKO. I am THE VIRUS. You will be INFECTED... whether you like it or not.. I'm the present and future of this company and you.. all of you in the locker room, just a thing of the past, just someone to warm up the audience for the real show stoppers like me. It won't be long until your all chanting my name as your World Heavyweight Champion.. Mark my words.. Remember my name.... KANE..... SICKO."

An infuriated Kane Sicko drops the microphone and "No One Iller" by Marshall Mathers and Fuzzy. He storms out of the ring much to the dismay of the fans. He walks down the ramp and reaches the end his suit pulsing with his muscles. He grins revealing his tooth and again almost rips the black curtain as the screen cuts to black.

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MATCH FOUR

FLOYD SHOOTER Vs THADDEUS STONE
Match Writer: Elijah Cross

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We return to BRAWL as the initial guitar riff of "I Walk The Line" by Johnny Cash begins to play over the Arena's PA system, as red and orange lights stream down throughout the crowd. Small clouds of smoke waft up around the entrance way, while several tumbleweeds roll across the top of the ramp. Scenes of Cowboys, riding atop galloping horses in to the sunset, play on the EWC Jumbotron.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: from Huston, Texas, standing at 6’3” and weighing in at 196 lbs, he is FLOYD “SHERIFF” SHOOTER!

At the entrance way, through the rising smoke, steps Floyd "Sheriff" Shooter with his gaze to the floor and a Cattleman Stetson on top of his head. Floyd lifts his gaze as a smirk spreads across his face. As the crowd erupts, Floyd begins his stroll to the ring. He gives some eager fans high-fives on his way, before rolling underneath the bottom rope on to the canvas.

Floyd grabs his Stetson and slings it in to the crowd, then begins to run the rope

Jeremy Piven: I hate cowboys and I hate sheriffs. I cannot wait until for this guy to lose so hard!

Joe Aiello: I have to disagree with you. I’m actually excited about Floyd Shooter tonight. Last week, we saw him save “The Airborne Ranger” from a beat down by long standing enemy, “The Hardkore Ikon” Charlie Feigel.

The lights dim simultaneously on out in the Extreme Wrestling Corporation arena as it plunges into darkness as "A Victim, A Target" By Misery Signals begins to blare on out of the sound system across the arena. As it does a gold strobe light flickers on and can be seen throughout the arena as if on cue, out of nowhere “The Natural” Thaddeus Stone appears and can be seen swinging around to face the fans.

Stone paces the entrance isle, left to right as he does the fans of EWC can be heard booing Stone, various chants of "You can’t Wrestle" can be heard along with various jeers, and remarks of disdain, before finally retaking center stage.

Jessica Stroup: ”Coming from Nashville, Tennessee by way of Los Vegas, Nevada he weighs in tonight at Two-hundred and Thirty-Five pounds and stands approximately Six’ foot and Three” inches... He is “THE NATURAL”... THHHHHADDEUS STTTTTONE!!!”

Thaddeus slowly walks down the entrance isle, as he does he stands in the center of the isle , the gold strobe lights flicker back to a solid white light, as it does the white piercing light comes shinning down upon him and illuminating his figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as they stands in the entrance isle looking out into the darkness that surrounds them for a few seconds.

As Stone does he can be seen wearing a his sleeveless knee length jacket, and sunglasses which can be seen being lit up under the white light, Thaddeus soaks in the boos, and jeers, and chants of despise from the fans. His eyes burn with intensity and hatred towards those booing him, his body pounding with adrenaline with blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring.

Stone slowly walks on down the isle, once at ringside Thaddeus walks around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up, before entering the ring finally. Once inside the ring Stone climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out his arms ((Viva Randy Orton)) as he continues to soak in the jeers, and disdain from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him as he waits for his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.

Joe Aiello: Last week, Thaddeus Stone made a huge debut last week on Brawl’s season premier. Tonight is our chance to see what this young man has to offer to EWC.

Jeremy Piven: Now this is what I like! A guy who is full of himself and clearly looks like he can back it up without any trouble, I cannot to his arms raised victoriously.

The two look at each other and Thaddeus strikes first, but Floyd catches his arm and strikes back. The Sheriff delivers several fists to Thaddeus’ face and pushes him to the ropes, Floyd whips him across the rip, Thaddeus bounces back and is knocked down with a Spinning Heel Kick, then a Somersault Leg Drop over his opponent’s chest.

Getting onto one knee, Floyd brings several fists on his opponent’s face and the referee begins to count. Before he can get to five, Floyd lets go, backs up and bounces off the ropes to deliver a Dropkick to his opponent’s chest as he sits up. Then quickly goes for a cover…


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Thaddeus gets his shoulder up!

Jeremy Piven: Looks like our Sheriff has a long way ahead of him. Any man with “Stone” in the name is going to be a tough bastard.

Joe Aiello: I agree with you. It’s foolish to think a great start and instant win are the same thing.

Sheriff Shooter pulls his opponent to the feet and tries to Irish Whip him, but Natural counters his whip with one of his own and tosses him ropes, Floyd comes back and lifted up. Thaddeus presses him up and down several times before hitting a Military Press Slam. Floyd bounces up and is caught in the chest with a magnificent Dropkick to his chest.

With his opponent down, The Savior puts his opponent into a Headlock but Floyd fights back by putting his leg onto a rope. He holds on until the count of four and the crowd boos loudly, he lets go but waits only a few seconds before pushing the referee aside and puts a knee into Sheriff Shooter’s gut then hits a Piledriver. Grabbing a leg, Thaddeus Stone goes for a pin…



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Shooter gets his shoulder up much to the pleasure of the crowd. He starts arguing with the referee.

Joe Aiello: And the Savior of Professional Wrestling is furious he didn’t get a pin fall either. It’s the debut match of both these men, and they want the leave the winner. Can you blame them, Jeremy?

Jeremy Piven: Both these men want to win; they want to have that little golden badge of winning their first match here. But unfortunately, we both know that the self-proclaimed Savior of Wrestling will come out on top.

He argues with the referee claiming to have the three, which gives his opponent time to recover. Mr. Wrestling Himself is getting dangerously close to getting himself disqualified but quickly gives up as Floyd hits a Side Russian Leg Sweep and downs both men. After a small pop from the crowd, Floyd gets on top of Thaddeus and punches him. However the Old School Stone rolls over and gets a dominant position over Shooter and starts punching him back.

The two roll around, punching each other but after several minutes, they break apart and Floyd runs over and attempts a Clothesline but Thaddeus ducks the attack and pushes him into the ropes. He runs back and ducks under a Lariat, then jumps over The Natural, falls back and hits another Spinning Wheel Kick while he’s taken out by a Dropkick from Thaddeus.

The two stay down for several moments and slowly get back up. Each get up slowly and start trading blows, the crowd cheering when Floyd strikes but when Thaddeus strikes, the crowd boos him. The two keep trading blows with Floyd eventually getting the upper hand attempts a Tiger Suplex but Thaddeus slips out, knees his opponent’s gut and goes for a Gory Special but Floyd gets out, turns around and is hit with Dangerous DDT.

With his opponent laid out, Thaddeus goes to a turnbuckle and unties the top then tosses it at the referee’s feet. Thaddeus undoes gets Floyd up and hits him with a low blow while the referee is distracted and the crowd loudly discourages him. The Natural sets Shooter up over his shoulder ready for a Back to the Stone Age, however the crowd pops loudly as Derek Wellings runs as fast as he can down to the ring. The Airborne Ranger gets in the ring and slaps his hand around the neck of Thaddeus Stone who drops Floyd Shooter, and hits a Chokeslam. Luckily the referee is still busy, Derek quickly lifts him up and hits a Lungblower and rolls out the ring.

Jeremy Piven: That Redneck Hero! He’s ruining a great match! Get him the Hell out of here security! He practically won the match for Thaddeus Stone!

Joe Aiello: He definitely put some punishing moves in on The Savior of Wrestling but is it enough to give Sheriff Shooter the victory?


Floyd gets ups using the ropes, he hears Derek banging on the mat trying to help Floyd recover. Thaddeus gets up very groggily, and suddenly is hit with the Texas Two-Step from the Sheriff but he follows up with The Six Shooter. The crowd cheers loudly as with Derek as the referee makes the count!




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The referee raises his hand victoriously as Derek slides in and raises Floyds other arm. After as short celebration, the two leave the ring. While Floyd returns up the ramp, Derek makes his escape through the audience. Each are about to leave as they look at each other and give the other a thumbs up.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, Floyd “Sheriff” Shooter!

Joe Aiello: I don’t believe it! Are seeing the formation of a new team tonight? What a great way to start a career! Floyd Shooter picks up a huge win and possibly starts a union with former World Tag Team Champion, Derek Wellings.

Jeremy Piven: That stupid redneck hero! He ruined a great match by putting his nose in where it doesn’t belong. Damn that idiot for running a great match! I need a drink! Folks be be back after these messages.

[President Mac]

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BACKSTAGE

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The feed returns as we see Xplode walking into the locker room area of the arena. Peering about to see who is inside, Xplode calls out to his intended employee with a gruff voice as he adjusts his tie;

Xplode: Ruth... Are you here? 

Stepping around the wall is Ruthann Park. Wearing a long coat, she smiles as she gingerly walks towards Xplode.

Ruthann: I sure am, baby. I was just putting something together for you.

Ruthann starts to play with the belt of her coat a bit as she approaches the General Manager. Xplode smiles with a half smirk and begins to help her with the belt only to have his hands pushed aside. Raising a slender leg, she pushes Xplode into a waiting chair with her foot. She then walks behind him as she runs her hands up and down on his chest, playing with his tie, as she move his head to the side softly. Looking up at Ruthann, Xplode smiles.

Xplode: You know it was fun catching up with you like good old times earlier this week, but I still need to know your answer to my question...

Ruthann stands up as she move her hair to the side. She walks around him and stops in front of him as she opens her coat. Wearing a sexy baseball outfit, she grins softly as she walks over to her bag, pulling out a bat. She poses with it for a time, standing in front of him seductively as Xplode glances at her. Swinging her bat back and forth in front of her, she walks over to him slowly, displaying her curvy figure. 

Xplode: Am I going to be able to get to second base? 

Ruthann just grins over at him as she move her head to the side, letting the smile just drop off her face. Xplode understands that look instantly as he pushes back on the chair, just dodging the bat at the last possible second as she swings it right at his head, missing by a inch. He jump out of the chair now as she points her bat right at him and growls, glaring right at him.  

Ruthann: You fucking think I am that same old little girl from back then that will drop to her knees for you! You have to realize that Ruth is gone and a new one is here! You talk about how you want chaos! You want ratings! You want blood? If you ever threaten me again.. I will give you all of that.

Xplode holds his open hands out before him and slowly backs away. Ruthann continues to address him as he does so..

Ruthann: No one EVER threats me and gets away with it. You know this well because you once taught me how to make sure no one does just that yourself! You're looking at a bitch who isn’t scared of shit. I am the bitch that could fake her death and get away with it! So go ahead and test me. So help me, even though I care for you, I will make you regret ever fucking with me! You and I both know, when I have this bat in my hand, I never miss! Thats my warning to you! You want to play! You want to try to use me in your little sick plan! You want to play with my fucking heart like you did before?! You have another thing coming! So Fuck you and your offer. You now have your answer. 

Ruthann glares right at Xplode as he returns the glare. Stepping forward, he snatches the bat right out of her hand before she can respond and then grabs a handful of the collar on her coat! Yanking her closer to him, he looks her up and down slowly and speaks:

Xplode: I hate to break the news to you, Ruth.  If you didn't just notice, your record of never missing with that bat.. is over. That was a horrible swing. I, on the other hand, still have my record intact..

Xplode raises the bat with his free hand and threatens to bring it down upon Ruthann. Smirking, he tosses it aside and releases her, heading back in the direction of the locker room door. He stops short of the door and responds one last time. 

Xplode: You always were too stupid to see when you had a good thing in your life. It's good to see that some things never change. The offer is still on the table.. I expect your full compliance in the morning. That would be best.. for your career here in the EWC.

Xplode leaves Ruthann alone in the room.

Ruthann: ..we will see about that.

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MATCH FIVE
STORM Vs DEREK WELLINGS
Match Writer: Floyd "Sheriff" Shooter

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Joe Aiello: And now, as if the Shooter versus Stone match wasn’t enough, we have what could arguably be the best match of the night. It’s not even the main event of the night either!

Jeremy Piven: This really has been an absolutely nut busting night so far!

Aiello: Nut busting? Is that what you’ve been doing over there?

Piven: Is that really any of your business? Mark Storm versus Derek Wellings coming at you!

Jessica Stroup: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 209 lbs...MARK STORM!

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 centre 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.

Piven: I’m not even sure what to think of this guy, Joe. If I’m being honest, he creeps me the hell out.

Aiello: For once we might agree on something. He had a really strong showing last week at the return show.

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 announcer before moving over to his designated corner.

The guitar riff of “This Fire” by Killswitch Engage erupts from the sound system throughout the arena.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, weighing in at 280 lbs...DEREK WELLINGS!







Derek Wellings 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 referee to ring the bell.

Aiello: Ladies and gentleman, buckle up. This one is going to be a doozy.

The ring bell chimes out, and Mark Storm immediately sprints across the ring at Derek Wellings. Storm leaps from halfway across the ring and connects with a flying elbow smash, square in Wellings’ face. He scrambles to mount Wellings, and begins to connect with a furious flurry of left and right hooks.

Piven: Good lord, Joe! Storm has come out like a rabid animal here.

Aiello: He’s caught Wellings completely off guard to start this match.

Wellings blocks a wild right hook from Storm and then connects with his own elbow to Storm’s face. The strike wobbles Storm, and Wellings connects with one more elbow to the face. Wellings uses his brute strength to push storm off of him, sending him flying towards the far ropes. Storm leans against the ropes for a moment, catching his breath after his initial outburst. Meanwhile Wellings uses the time to get back to his feet, before noticing Storm on the ropes. Wellings gains momentum and, with a running start, clotheslines Storm to the outside of the ring. The momentum sends Wellings to the outside as well, leaving both men in a bit of a heap on the floor.

Aiello: Didn’t we tell you this one would be a doozy. It feels like the bell just rang, and both men have already come out with haymakers.

Wellings is the first to his feet, and grabs Storm by his hair to bring him to his feet as well. Wellings connects with a heavy right uppercut to Storm’s chin, sending him bounding in to the crowd barrier. Wellings walks over to Storm, grabs him by his hair once more, and smashes the face of Storm in to an exposed portion of the barrier.

Piven: Damn! That was not the soft part of that barrier, I’m thinking Wellings may have done that purposely.

Aiello: Keen eye, Jeremy, keen eye.

Wellings lifts his right leg, and connects with a hard stomp to Storm’s midsection. Storm, as he languishes on the ground, grasps at his forehead, and peers down at the blood on his fingers.

Aiello: Yup that shot on the barrier definitely opened him up, Jeremy.

Piven: What is it they say about an animal and its own blood?

Derek Wellings saunters over to Storm and grasps him by his hair once more. Storm swats away the hand of Wellings though, and then connects with a swift right kick to the knee of Wellings. Storm nips to his feet and connects with an even swifter left kick to the other knee of Wellings, which sends Wellings down to one knee. Storm then connects with a spinning roundhouse kick square on the cranium of Wellings, and Wellings collapses to the ground in a heap.

Aiello: Storm is like Tasmanian Devil out there tonight, his attacks are absolute rapid fire!

Storm stomps his foot on the ground and pumps his fist by his side, riling himself up. Storm leans over and connects with a right, and then left, and then right to the face of Wellings. Storm then grabs Wellings, picks him up, and hurls him in to the ring under the bottom rope. Storm hops up on to the apron of the ring, swiftly climbs the ropes, and leaps high in to the air. With all his body weight, Storm lands a Flying Moonsault square on Wellings’ chest.

Piven: What move by Storm!

Aiello: I barely even saw it happen!

Storm hooks Wellings' leg, and the referee drops to the mat.

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Storm rolls away from Wellings, clutching at his own forehead. Meanwhile, Wellings writhes around in pain as he clutches at his mid-section. Storm shakes his head furiously, and wipes away a bit of blood that head spread across his forehead. Wellings situates himself on top of the bottom rope, as he attempts to regain composure. Before he has a moment to do so, Mark Storm soars across the ring and lands a dropkick to Wellings’ face. Storm quickly gets back to his feet and grabs Wellings under his shoulders. Storm tosses the much larger Wellings in to the nearest corner. Storm hops, gains momentum with a sprint forward, and then circles back towards Wellings at a full sprint.

Aiello: Oh we’ve seen this one before.

Storm connects with a step-up high knee, which sends Wellings stumbling in away from the corner. Storm then spins, grasps the head of Wellings and connects with a Bulldog.

Piven: That’s what he calls Rick’s Reckoning. Again, he named that move after his imaginary friend. How sweet.

Aiello: Don’t be an ass, Jeremy.

With Wellings in a heap on the ground, Storm stands over him with a grin on his face. Storm wipes at his forehead, which smears the blood across it.

Piven: Right, but that’s not creepy at all!

Storm lifts up Wellings and sends him in to the ropes. As Wellings bounces off the ropes, and comes back in Storm’s direction, Storm grabs him and lifts him on to his shoulders in to a Fireman’s Carry position. Storm begins to grin, managing to throw his opponent up into the air, but Wellings slips out of Storm’s grasp.

Aiello: Uh oh, reversal here!

Wellings spins Storm around and kicks him square in the midsection. Wellings then grabs Storm and lifts him up on to his shoulders for a Power Bomb. Wellings begins to sprint and them slams Storm down with all his force.

Aiello: Holy, he hit the Army Strong! When it looked like Storm had his match sewn up! That’s got to be all she wrote!

Piven: Did you notice that neither one of these guys has even tried to pin each other up to this point? They’re both clearly hell bent on doing serious damage to the other.

Wellings rolls up Storm in the same position that he finished the “Army Strong”. The referee drops to the mat:


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Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match….DEREK WELLINGS!


Wellings pushes Storm’s legs off of him and rolls away toward the ropes. The referee walks over to Wellings and raises his arm, just as Wellings pulls himself to his feet.

Aiello: What a match!

Piven: And we still have the main event!

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ANYTHING GOES / NO DQ MATCH

Match Writer: Jon "Gold" Wilder

DAMIEN KINGSTON
Vs
JC STYLES

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentle, the follow match is you Main Event! It is a No Disqualification, Anything Goes Match! The winner is declared when one person scores pin fall and pin fall counts anywhere! Making his way first to the ring, from New York City, New York, standing 6’1” tall and weighing in at 238 lbs, he is ”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.

Joe Aiello: The Man of Liberty, Damien Kingston returned to EWC last week when he faced Derek Wellings and Charlie Feigel in the Main Event and came out victorious when he pinned Charlie Feigel. This week has to go up against JC Styles.

Jeremy Piven: This is going to be a short and sweet match, unlike last week where Damien had to face off against two other men, there’s only one person and this match can be wrapped up nice and quickly.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, standing 6’3” tall and weighing in at 238 lbs, from Madison, Wisconsin, he is “The Phenomenal King” JC STYLES!

”Unstable" by Krizz Kaliko hits the pa system as smoke fills the stage as JC Styles comes walking out taunting the fans. They boo and his him loudly with every step he takes towards the ring. Arrogantly, gets to the ring and slides in. Then proceeds to mock Damien Kingston.

Jeremy Piven: Now that’s what I like to see. JC Styles came off a major victory off of Blade Alexander last week, and now he looks to add Damien Kingston’s name to that list. These people hate the Phenomenal King but there isn’t jack they can do about it.

Joe Aiello: These men have earned the right to be in the Main Event tonight. With this being a No DQ, FCA this match will definitely be a great way to end the night.

Damien Kingston and JC Styles meet in the center of the ring, with the Man of Liberty offering his hand to shake, as they’re about to shake hands, JC Style punches Damien in the face. The referee calls for the bell as JC gives several punches then kicks his opponent’s face. Kingston falls back on the ropes. JC attempts to Clothesline his opponent over the top rope but The Man of Liberty low bridges him with JC barely hanging on to the top rope. As JC gets up, Damien runs against the opposite ropes and hits his opponent with a Suicide Dive.

Before JC can get up, Damien goes to the rip and pulls out a trash can full of weapons and dumps it all over his opponent. Several street signs, a brick and an iron fall out. Grabbing a handicap sign, JC swing’s hard in his opponent’s leg. Buckling from the attack, the New York Loudmouth falls on his knees then Phenomenal Unstable smashes the sign in his face.

Jeremy Piven: Damn! That was a Hell of hit; these two already aren’t going to taking things easy tonight. It’s like they owe the other one serious month.

Joe Aiello: It’s not like there’s serious bad blood, but clearly these men want the other to leave here tonight in an ambulance.

Grabbing his opponent’s head, JC Styles deliver’s several fists on Damien’s head. After several shots, he’s pressed against the barricade but JC backs up and attempts a Crossbody but Damien Kingston ducks the attack and Styles lands on the stairs. Stepping up onto the barricade and waits, once the Phenomenal King was on his feet, The Man of Liberty jumps off and hits him with a Guillotine Leg Drop. Although it connects, Damien lands hard on his tailbone.

But the fans cheering and patting him on his shoulders invigorates The Man of Liberty. Once up, he helps up JC and carries him up the stairs. On their way up, they grab drinks and food that the crowd offers and smashes it into the other person. Once near the entrance to the concession area, JC Styles elbows Damien in the ribs then smashes his face into a nearby wall and follows up with a Step Up Enzuigiri causing Damien to stumble into a sales counter. The female cashier screams as the fight ends up in front of them.

Joe Aiello: This match is getting out of control! We thought last week match between Eric Steel and Kenneth Williams was vicious! Where else can this fight go?

Jeremy Piven: It’s only a matter of time before both this guys are bleeding. They’re going to become the physical embodiment of extreme, here in Extreme Wrestling Corporation! The blood is coming and so is the future!

Grabbing his opponent by his neck, JC tosses Damien over a counter. The cashier jumps over him and runs away, but JC walks around to get to him. Grabbing a case of ketchup, JC raises high over his head but Damien scores a field goal, causing JC to drop it on his head. Damien quickly gets up and tackles the Phenom through the glass popcorn case. Several shards cut open JC’s back as well as Damien’s arms.

Seeing a Fire Extinguisher, Damien grabs it and uses it to wake up JC from his daze. Jumping up, JC dances around as the Man of Liberty drops the Fire Extinguisher and begins punching JC over the head. Styles, backs up towards the register and falls chest first, hard on it. But as Damien grabs his shoulder, JC grabs the register, tears it loose and smashes it into his opponent’s gut.

With a hand full of spandex, JC runs with Damien fast into a vending machine and cracks the glass. They spin around and once more JC smashes Kingston into the machine glass and this time it breaks. But Damien fights back rough and pushes Styles into the wall. Thinking quickly, he bashes his head into the Phenomenal King’s face, stunning him. Then several fists go nto Styles ribs, each blow knocking the wind out of him. With his tapped arms pressed against JC’s throat, he tries choking him out against the wall.

Jeremy Piven: This match is getting better by the minute! To Damien Kingston, it’s still a wrestling match but JC Styles, this is a street fight… too bad he’s getting choked like a woman right now.

Joe Aiello: Whoa, watch that last comment there buddy. But I have to agree, Damien Kingston wasn’t much into the hardcore motif back in 2013 and it doesn’t seem to have changed very much since there, even now. But with everything these two have done to each other, I don’t think JC styles is going to exactly lay down for his opponent.

Releasing the choke hold, Damien walks over to the refreshment table and gets a cup of water. He turns around to toss it on JC but as he launches the liquid, JC runs out Dropkicks Kingston hard. With JC Styles’ momentum, Kingston flies backwards and takes out the refreshment table spilling water, Gatorade, and coffee all over the ground. The Phenomenal Unstoppable takes a knee and catches wind again.

Even Damien takes a moment to recover his wind too. Before too long, JC gets up and helps Damien up, but the Man of Liberty counters with several elbows into his opponent’s gut and hips and delivers several Roaring Elbows to JC’s head and follows up with a Spinning Back Fist. The blow is hard enough to get Styles into the bathroom. Several guys hoot and holler as the two wrestlers barge in

Joe Aiello: This match is going everywhere! Where it ends is anyone’s guess but this these two just want to destroy the other at this point. If you didn’t know this before, you know it now. We are the only EXTREME in the world of professional wrestling.

Jeremy Piven: Damn straight, Joey. This match isn’t going to end any time soon as they’re beating each other into a pulp. Hopefully we see someone’s head in the toilet or maybe a scene from Fight Club.

Damien Kingston grabs JC Styles and smashes him into each wall. Once he hits a mirror, it shatters and is now bleeding! The blood splatters on the wall with each hit from the Man of Liberty, as they get into the urinal area JC grabs a child and uses him as a human shield. Damien stops everyone, but JC pushes the kid aside and low blows Damien,

Following up with a Fameasser, JC floors Damien and begins to slam his head repeated against the floor. Damien tries to fight back but JC drives his knees into Damien’s side causing him to temporarily stop resisting. After four smashes into the ground, JC turns Damien to see he’s bleeding and goes for a pin fall, luckily the referee has been following them the entire time…




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Kick out by The Man of Liberty! He looks at the referee and argues with him.

Joe Aiello: The Man of Liberty is still alive!

Jeremy Piven: But how much more energy does he have left? They’re both bleeding, like I called earlier, and they’re giving these people their money’s worth.

With JC distracted by arguing with the referee, Damien grabs his tights and pulls him into a urinal and bashes his bloody head. This time, The Man of Liberty gets up and hits a Double Hammerlock DDT on the cold hard floor. With his opponent down, Damien now goes for a pin himself…



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Shoulder up from JC Styles! Not giving up, The New York Loudmouth grabs his opponent and forces him on his feet. With blood drops from their heads hitting the floor, Damien helps JC out of the bathroom and gives him several elbows to the face and knees to the hips pushing him against a wall. He backs up and tries to give a One Handed Bulldog but JC counters and throws Damien Kingston into a garbage can, knocking it over.

Joe Aiello: Janitoral is going to hate us here in the EWC Stadium!

Jeremy Piven: Not only that, but I think Damien and JC will hate our bookers for putting them into this match too.

Damien crawls over to a table and uses it to help him stand up. However JC Styles attacks him from behind, pushing him onto the table. Getting onto the table, JC Styles yells out and readies a Piledriver.

But the Man of Liberty blocks the attack, elbows his opponent’s gut, grabs his head and runs up the wall holding on tight and hits the No Sleep Till Brooklyn on JC Styles. The two lay out, but the crowd cheers loudly for them to continue, causing The New York Loudmouth to get on up with JC Styles and hits him hard with the Falling From The Empire, and he goes for a pin!




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The bell rings out from ringside and the referee raises Damien’s hand high in victory.[/i]

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pin fall, DAMIEN KINGSTON!

Joe Aiello: We have a winner! The Man of Liberty is victorious again in the Main Event!

Jeremy Piven: I don’t believe this! My entire night is ruined! GAAAHHHHH!

Joe Aiello: After a bloody battle, “The Man of Liberty” Damien Kingston leaves Philadelphia with another win! Another amazing Monday Night Brawl is in the books ladies and gentleman. This season has gotten off to an amazing start. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for turning in tonight! Philadelphiathank you for being amazing hosts.. On behalf of Jeremy Piven, I’m Joe Aiello, good night & see you next week in New York City!

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