MNB #415 - NEW YORK

[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 415



^{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 New York, NY

EWC BRAWL
February 23rd 2015
Live From the EWC Stadium in New York, NY
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 back in 1997 all the way down to last weeks episode #414.

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"


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The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in the EWC Stadium is electrifying.

Spotlights circle around the arena as the 71,500+ 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, "If Ruthless Aggression loses we riot", KingstonStrong", "New Sheriff in Town", "TACO TACO TACO" and a "Newman for Vice President" banner

A chant begins of

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

The fans cheer loudly as the camera feed pans around the arena. As various attendees pump their fists and fight to be noticed, fireworks emit from each corner of the ring! The camera now pans to the announcer’s booth:

Joey Aiello: Hello and welcome to episode Four One Five of Monday Night Brawl! I am your host, Joey Aiello and beside me is the ever dangerous.. Jeremy Piven.

Jeremy Piven: You know, this place is absolutely packed tonight. Every week, the EWC has experienced a revitalization of the brand in an epic way! This week though, here in New York.. we look to be surrounded by the entire globe! I mean, there are fans as far as the eyes can see! The noise here is deafening! I think this also happens to be the largest of all the EWC Stadiums.. filled with over Seventy Thousand screaming fans

Joey Aiello: That’s right, and that’s due in part to the change of programming as of recent in my opinion. Our new General Manager has turned back the clock and brought a more classic EWC tone to the show, and I will admit I was hesitant at first to accept it.. I am starting to see the method to his madness!

Jeremy Piven: Xplode has always been a strategist. The minute that I heard that he was named General Manager of the EWC, I knew what to expect.

The lights dim down now as the fans become instantly loud! “I stand alone” by Godsmack begins to play as the fans instantly know who is about to emerge from the backstage area!

Joey Aiello: Speak of the devil! Here he comes… the destroyer of worlds himself! The general manager of EWC… XPLODE!

Jeremy Piven: This will be good.

Stepping out unto the stage area, Xplode is shown now, wearing a sharp black suit. He finds his way down the ramp way to a mixture of cheers and jeers. Stepping through the ropes, he accepts a microphone and listens to the fans as the arena literally shakes due to the feedback!

Joey Aiello: This is UNREAL! THE EWC TRULY HAS RETURNED TO GREATNESS AND IT’S BECAUSE OF THIS MAN!!

Jeremy Piven: I wouldn’t go that far President Mac has just as…

Nodding, Xplode motions for the fans to calm down. He begins to speak:

Xplode: New York.. My home away from home.

The fans pop loudly for Xplode now as he nods in respect.

Xplode: Normally I walk down to this ring and put things in perspective, making sure to point out the flaws of the cities that we are in but in this case.. I just can’t. I have always loved this city, and that won’t change.

The fans pop once more as Xplode removes his coat. He tosses it unto the mat and speaks once again.

Xplode: As most of you have noticed, the landscape has changed. The EWC has retaken it’s place as the top promotion in the business. I am sure that this is no surprise to any of you. I mean, eighteen years, eighteen glorious years and now ... now we turn things up just a little bit more, and push forward. Earlier this week, President Mac announced that we will host a battle royal tonight, and the winner will go one to main event next week's show in Detroit.. for a chance to headline Stranglemania and fight for the EWC Championship. StrangleMania will be special this year, as it will mark the culmination of the new era of the EWC. It’s the era of the X… STRANGLEMANIA X!

The fans cheer loudly as Xplode paces the ring!

Xplode: Every website is buzzing about us. The EWC is trending worldwide on Twitter even on nights we aren't on the air. Hell, all of the mainstream media outlets have had nothing but good things to say about the EWC. Speaking of media outlets, has everyone checked out this week’s Bottomline show? If you haven’t heard, I was the guest and let me tell you.. it’s some pretty damn interesting programming. So check it out. I mean, if I was you all, I would-

Suddenly, a man emerges from the stage area! The camera feed pans to the ramp as we see Damian Kingston! He looks determined as he heads in the direction of the ring!

Jeremy Piven: IT’S KINGSTON! The last few weeks, Damian Kingston has been on fire! What could he possibly hope to achieve by interrupting the GM tonight?

Stepping into the ring, Kingston accepts a microphone and glares in the direction of Xplode. Xplode returns the glare, his face looking quite irritated. Kingston begins to talk as the fans quiet down.

Kingston: Hey, X! I couldn't help but overhear your little speech tonight. I have a little problem with it though, you see, I should be the one being talked about winning a championship in the EWC. No one has been as consistent me.. period.

Xplode: I understand completely. No one has been as constipated as you. You should win an award for that. I fail to see what that has to do with a title shot?

The fans begin to laugh as Kingston glares out at them. Xplode is shown smiling as well.

Kingston: Do you think I am some sort of joke?! I want what is coming to me!!! I EARNED IT! I demand respect. Right here, right now. You talked up the Battle Royal.. but guess who that winner faces next week..? Me. So show me some respect

The fans begin to cheer loudly and gasp as Xplode looks the other way, obviously hiding his growing anger.

Kingston: I know this is a big surprise to you and all with me coming out here and making demands like I am, but I could really give a crap. I am not buying into all of stories about you and what you have done in your career. The only thing that matters to me, is that I receive what I deserve. That is-

Xplode suddenly springs to life and steps right up to Kingston as the fans cheer!

Xplode: First of all.. I would believe everything that you have heard about me. I am every bit as deadly as the rumors say I am. I am not sure if you bumped your head this morning or participated in some Drug testing clinic on your way to the arena but I am going to fill you in one something.. this isn't going to end well for you. You want respect? Well you need to show a little respect if you hope to get anywhere around here.. is that understood?

Kingston laughs as Xplode continues to speak.

Xplode: I will give you one thing though.. I have been impressed with you. As a matter of fact, I will even admit that you walking out here and getting in my face, knowing damn well that I have the ability to stuff your ass in an envelope and mail you back to whatever orphanage that you sprang out of, took some damn guts, kid. It wasn't too smart.. but it took guts. You showed me something tonight, that you are willing to do anything to be known as the best in the business.. and I recognize that. I respect it.

Kingston: Good. I am the best.. Next week I will prove it when I secure my place at StrangleMania X

Suddenly, Kurt Newman emerges from the backstage area now!! The fans cheer loudly once again as he begins to speak from the stage area!!

Newman: Woah.. wait a second here. Before Damian makes a complete fool of himself and proclaims that he is the next world champion, maybe he should try beating me first. The last time I checked, we had a date.. tonight.. in the steel cage!

Kingston: You are just another speed bump on the way to my championship, Kurt. I never forgot our match.. it just didn’t matter.

Newman: We will see about that. Hey X, don't start preparing next week's Main Event poster just yet. After I dismantle the man in that ring with you tonight, you will see things differently. I am the future of this company.. tonight I will prove it.

The fans cheer loudly as Newman stares down Kingston. Kingston returns the stare as Xplode speaks once more.

Xplode: Well it seems to me that you two have some unfinished business then. I look forward to finding out just who is ready for greatness. The man who wins this match tonight.. may just prove to be the most Hard Core wrestler we have in the locke.....

The lights in the arena slowly begin to dim as everyone in the arena quickly get's to their feet and begin to make some noise. "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper then begins to play over the Sound System as three strobe lights begin to pulse in the entrance way, fog then begins to rise from below the stage in front of the entrance.

Piven: Well this is new.. who could this be?

Aiello: I have no idea.. this is not a theme song we are used too. 

Piven: I bet whoever comes out is one sexy mamma

The X-Treme Tron lights up counting down from

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It seems as though every single person is on there feet counting down the numbers. Once it gets to 0 large letters flash

“IT'S SHOWTIME”

An enormous uproar of cheers now blends out the blasting of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"! A few moments later Shadow Man walks from behind the wall of Fog onto the stage. He stands their for a few seconds with a smirk on his face and begins to point to the fans who are screaming the loudest.

Aiello: Holy shit

Piven: HOLY SHIT

Aiello: Shadow Man is back

Piven: HOLY SHIT

Shadow then looks towards the camera with a cocky yet confident look on his face as he begins to walk down the ramp and towards the ring. On the way he makes silly faces into the camera. He is singling along loudly with the song. After waving at the fans while walking down the ramp Shadow runs and slides onto the ring apron on one knee and holding onto the middle Rope, Shadow gets to his feet and in a cocky manor steps threw the first and second Ropes.

He then gets into the ring and runs over to the corner and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle. He pats himself on the chest twice and then points to all the screaming fans. He then points to the sky and pumps his fist for Memphis Reigns! Shadow then jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around coming face to face to face with Xplode & Damien Kingston. 

Shadow Man: Helllllllllllllllooooooooooooooo Neeeeeeeeew Yoooooooork

The city that raised Shadow Man explodes even louder then before

Aiello: Jesus.. you'd think this was a One Direction concert or something

Piven: What?

Aiello: AC/DC.. I said AC/DC

Piven: No you most certainly did NOT

Shadow Man: I'm sorry.. Xplode, but I couldn't just sit backstage listening to all this jibber jabber about who is the best and who is Hard Core. Damn Young Kings Dumb and Sir Issac Fig Newton over here wouldn't know Hardcore if it jumped up, slapped them in the face and said "Hi, I'm Hardcore.. Nice to meet you, wanna hang out and play tag or something?"

The fans laugh

Shadow Man: Lets state some facts here fellas... I am a two time King of the Cage winner. Two Time. Yah. That's more then one time.

The fans laugh

Shadow Man: I am known around here as "MISTER STRANGLEMANIA". Or perhaps you've never heard of that phenomena known only as 'ShadowMania' - HashTag That Shit on Twitter - Review StrangleMania 3, Four, 5 and Six if you need some educating. More blood has been poured out of me then... a giant swimming pool... filled with blood .................... POINT is.. I don't like the title or name 'Hardcore' being thrown around unless it applies to me. The one they call Shady

Xplode: Shady.... with all due respect.... I can handle being interrupted once.. but twice.. I don't care if you are the pope.. you don't interrupt me ever ag...

Shadow Man: Again.. see.. we finish each other's sentences.. we couldn't BE more on the same page. I mean.. the book you are writing.. boy.. I'm on it. I'm the words.

Shadow puts his hand on Xplodes shoulder

Shadow Man: You and Me.. SAME SAME

Xplode shakes his head & smirks before pushing Shadow Man's hand off of him

Kingston: Shadow, what the hell are you even doing here?

Newman: You are a legend here man, we are just trying to carve out our own little piece of history

Shadow Man: I get ... NEWMAN! ... You know... from Seinfeld? Anyways.. I'm here to send a little message.. You two can play house all you want for the EWC Championship belt.. I'm here to say that StrangleMania cannot possibly be StrangleMania without the Hardcore Title being on the line.

For YEARS the Hardcore title has rivaled the EWC Championship for top billing. Shadow Man is as Hardcore as it gets. I have been stabbed, axed, got a toaster to the face, jumped off 30 foot beems, won cage match after cage match after cage match.. I am here to stake claim to what will rightfully be mine. The Hardcore Title. 

The EWC Stadium is really rocking now with cheers and chants

Shadow Man: One way or another.. I will prove that I still belong. I will earn my keep. I climb my way back to the tippy top of the Hardcore ladder.

Oh and.. Free Taco's for everyone 

Suddenly 30 - 40 men and women come running out with huge cannons. They start firing them with Tacos and shooting them into the crowd

The camera pans back to the ring and Shadow Man has vanished. Xplode, Newman and Kingston are all left standing there. Xplode drops his mic and walks to the back to the cheers of the fans. Newman and Kingston stare each other down as we fade to commercial. 

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[President Mac]

Joe Aiello: What a show we have had so far, and we haven't even gotten to the first match.

Jeremy Piven: Xplode, Shadow Man, Kingston, Newman.. all sent very clear messages tonight. They are all demanding respect. People better damn well respect the GM. 

Joe Aiello: Alright everybody, so being here in the Big Apple brings the stars out. It looks like we’ve got Actor and Director Simon Pegg backstage with Floyd Shooter and Derek Wellings. Let’s take you back there for a look.

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BACKSTAGE

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The camera cuts to the backstage area, but with no Pegg or anyone else in sight. A security guard scampers through an exit door, and the cameraman trails behind him. Fair citizens of Manhattan cross the path of the security guard, who stands and peers up and down the crowded street. Several citizens peer in the camera, several others make some inappropriate gestures in its direction. The Security Guard turns to the camera and points off down the street.

Security Guard: They went to that pub.

The camera pans right, zooms in, and reveals a pub halfway down the block called “Rudy’s Bar and Grill”. The cameraman begins to walk swiftly in the direction of the pub and then enters through the front door.





A local band, called Lewis and the Frontiers, enthusiastically plays their own rendition of “Uptown Funk” on the other side of the pub. Several patrons of the pub don’t notice the camera enter; others turn and point in confusion. Floyd Shooter, Derek Wellings, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost stand together at an open location at the bar. Frost notices the camera enter, and nudges Pegg on his shoulder.

Joe Aiello: What in the hell are these guys doing?

Jeremy Piven: I know you’ve probably never been invited out by anyone to drink Joe, but this is the sort of thing most of us do weekly.

The camera moves in on the group, and gets just within range for the camera to pick up their conversation. Frost and Pegg turn away from the camera, as if they hadn’t seen it to begin with.

Derek Wellings: Oh come on, Floyd.

Floyd Shooter: I’m telling you guys, I swore off that evil temptress.

Frost laughs at Shooter.

Nick Frost: Come on mate, evil temptress? You bloody Willy Shakespeare?

Simon Pegg (laughs) : Be fair, Nick. I thought my vocabulary was immeasurable though, but yours is quite colossal, mate.

Nick Frost: That was one of them alliterations, no?

Simon Pegg: Well, I guess technically.

Derek Wellings: Guys, come on. I thought our point was to convince Shooter of a drink.

Simon Pegg: Right, right. I mean Floyd, you said you’ve never even been to the city that never sleeps. It’s like Las Vegas tonight for you, whatever you do stays here in the time capsule of this night.

Derek Wellings: That’s right, tomorrow it never happened.

Frost, Pegg and Wellings all turn and stare at Shooter.

Simon Pegg: You know what? You don’t even get to make the decision.

Pegg turns and raises his arm to get the attention of the bartender.

Simon Pegg: Four shots of Jameson mate! Make them doubles.

The bartender nods his head and grabs the bottle of Jameson. Floyd smirks as the bartender lines up four large shot glasses on the bar top.

Floyd Shooter: Listen, one. That’s it. You need to go out there and take care of business, Derek. Remember that.

Derek Wellings: Nonsense, I’ve got this thing sewn up. That attack two weeks ago put the fury in me. Feigel is going to get what is coming to him, hell or high water. Tonight though, tonight I know exactly what I need to do.

Floyd Shooter: And while you mention Feigel, Xplode needs to get his mind straight. What in the hell was he doing, raising Feigel’s hand like he won some damn gold medal? All this reckoning, new regime, chaos theory bullshit. If he doesn’t change his ways, someone is going to have to restore order.

Nick Frost: Hell yeah!

Floyd and Wellings turn and peer oddly at Frost.

Nick Frost: I don’t know, you mates got me excited.

Simon Pegg (laughs): Alright enough chit-chat, yeah? Drinks are here.

The group turns towards the bar and spots their double Jameson shots there on the bar top. Floyd shakes his head and smirks once more.

Floyd Shooter: God damn it.

The four men each grab their glass, tilt their heads back, and throw the brown liquor down their throats. All display a different reaction to the liquid, all equally entertaining. Floyd turns toward the cameraman and tips his Stetson hat.

Floyd Shooter: Time for you to go.

Floyd smirks, and the cameraman swiftly exits the pub. The camera cuts back to ringside with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven.

Joe Aiello: Does Wellings know that his match is up next?

Jeremy Piven: I don’t know, but I wonder if Pegg and Frost need a third wheel in their next movie.

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BACKSTAGE WITH ACE HEART

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ACE HEART: “Welcome my guest at this time...Axle Aomori. Axle, you have a match tonight against Chris Maverick, but I want to get to your match last week.”

AXLE: “What about it, Ace?”

“Well...you claim that the ref saw your foot on the ropes..others think different though. Why do you think the ref saw your foot?”

“Ace, look at the replay, the ref clearly saw my foot. There is a conspiracy theory going on here and I will find out who is running it.”

“Ok...what about your match with Chris Maverick tonight?”

“I'm going to take out my frustration on Chris Maverick tonight..and after I win my match tonight, Kurt Newman better watch out in his match...because I may just make my way down to ringside to watch the match.”

Axle smirks then walks away as the camera cuts from Ace.

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MATCH ONE
12 MAN BATTLE ROYAL - NO DQ

PARTICIPANTS
ERIC STEEL
RUTHLESS AGGRESSION
JACOB QUINN
KOSMOS
NATHAN CREED
NICK WADDEN
JASON SKILLED
KANE SICKO
TERRY McGUIRE
CHRIS MOSH
SHELLEY SILVER
DEREK WELLINGS

WINNER OF THE BATTLE ROYAL WILL FACE THE WINNER OF TONIGHT'S MAIN EVENT NEXT WEEK IN DETROIT.
THE WINNER OF THAT MATCH WILL EARN THE FIRST BIRTH TO THE EWC CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AT STRANGLEMANIA X

Match Writer: Jon "Gold" Wilder

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Battle Royal. The only way to win is by eliminating all other challengers present in the ring. To score elimination, one must be thrown over the top rope and both feet MUST touch the floor. Introducing first, 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 his opponents.

Joe Aiello: What a great way to start off the night. A Battle Royal and the winner is one part of the Main Event at Stranglemania IX.

Jeremy Piven: You know everyone is willing to kill one another to get that spot. My money is on either Eric Steel or Shelly Silver. Both want this win so bad they can TASTE it.

Jessica Stroup: From New York City, New York, she is 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: From Los Angeles, California, “The Celluloid Hero” JACON QUINN!

Inside the arena the fans are pretty aped up and pretty excited to see what goes down on the show next. It was about that moment the fans were caught off guard with a rather old song started to play over the arena's speakers. That song being none other than "Celluloid Heroes" by The Kinks. Fans almost right away found themselves reacting in a positive manner. Lots of cheers and even some of the fans were singing along with the tune. Not long after that walking out from behind the curtain and onto the stage happened to be none other than Jacob Quinn. He was rocking a pretty large fur coat and sun glasses that were as dark as they come. He cracked a little smirk tilting his sun glasses down on the bridge of his nose looking out at the crowd. Hearing their cheers get a little louder and that's when he pushed the sun glasses back up before beginning to walk down the ramp.

By this point Jacob was already at the ringside area. He was about to walk up the steel steps when he noticed a young fan sitting there at ringside waving and cheering for him. Jacob let a smirk crack over his lips before he walked up to the kid removing the sun glasses of his and placing them on the child's face giving him a bit of a gift. Jacob turned and ran slightly sliding under the bottom rope. Getting to his feet as he charged across the ring and leaped onto the second rope of one of the corners. Lifting his one arm into the air taunting just a small bit got the crowd to pop loudly. He stayed like this for several seconds letting fans take pictures. Then Jacob leaped down to start removing his fur coat placing it down on the steel steps over in one of the corners. That's when his music died out and Jacob turned around to focus on the match that was set to take place.

Jessica Stroup: From Parts Unknown, he is KOSMOS!

Kosmos slowly walks out laughing and suddenly takes a dead sprint to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope.

Jessica Stroup: From Hickory, North Carolina, he is NATHAN CREED!

"Anxiety" blares in the arena; the crowd explode to their feet to take a gander at one of their favorite extremists, Nathan Creed, stepping out center stage. His golden mane draping down the shoulders of his black leather jacket and toothy grin peering through his thick beard, he paused with his hands placed on his sides looking out to all sides of the arena. He then walked a moderate pace down the ramp that was guided by a spotlight that dangled up above as green lights lit up parts of the crowd and ring. Nathan slapped five with a line of his fans that sat in the front row, then ascended up the cold steel steps. He walks the apron until he comes to a stop in it's center, raises his fist in the air with confidence, and enters through the top and middle ropes. Upon doing so, he approaches the nearest turnbuckle - climbing to the second highest level - clenches his fist and holding them high into the air to where everyone could see.

Joe Aiello: So many young, new stars in that ring. Each one thirsty for success.

Jeremy Piven: I haven’t seen this many stars since my days on Entourage.

Jessica Stroup: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is NICK WADDEN!

Nick Wadden walks out, strutting his stuff and make occasionally some gestures towards women. The ladies love it but their men hate it. He quickly runs up the steps and gets into the ring with the others.

Jessica Stroup: From Brooklyn, New York, he is “The Real Deal” JASON SKILLED!

Jason Skilled runs down the ramp confident and sporting a different robe or fur coat every time. He raises his arms up in the air in the middle of the ring and uses his hands to make a sign similar to a gun as he lowers his arms to his sides, signaling for dollar bills to shoot from the turnbuckles.

Jessica Stroup: From Hackney, London, English he is KANE SICKO!

"No One Iller" - Fuzzy, Marshall Mathers blares through the arena and the large man appears flexing his muscles and doing a hand pose which resembles a gang sign from his old area. He then punches the air, leaps onto the apron and hops over the top rope and raises his arms taunting the fans.

Jessica Stroup: From Dallas, Texas, he is TERRY McGUIRE!

"Maniac" by Kid Cudi (ft Cage) hits as the lights flicker to the beat, as soon as it gets to the first chorus, Terry McGuire emerges from behind the curtain, wearing a long burgundy colored trench coat. He slowly walks down the ramp, not stopping to notice the fans booing him and calling him all sorts of names, just sticking right to business hopping into the ring, and going straight to the middle of the ring and taking a seat, awaiting his opponent.

Jessica Stroup: From Las Vegas, Nevada, he is “The Party Boy” CHRIS MOSH!

*The music hits as pink and purple lights shine on the stage and ring as Chris Mosh comes out backwards in his purple hood with Mosh written in pink on the back of it. He spins on the top of the ramp as he walks down the ramp and slaps hands with the fans. He walks around the ring slapping hands with the fans and then when he get to the announce table he high fives the unbias one and then tries to get a high five from the bias one but then shrugs as he continues around the ring slapping hands with the fans then he gets back to the stairs and walks up them. He then jumps over the top rope as he spins into the ring. He then takes off his hoody and throws it into the crowd.

Jessica Stroup: From Seattle, Washington she is SHELLY 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.

Jessica Stroup: and finally, from Detroit, Michigan, he is “The Airborne Ranger” 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 e other end successfully. He tosses several trashcans around ringside, into the ring spilling weapons. Quickly, Derek runs in to the ring and slides in ala Edge. Pointing to the crowd, Derek pumps his fist back and forth like a pair of pistons, then cups them around his mouth for a shout out. Once the crowd is riled up from the shout out, Derek flexes his arms in a strong man pose, then crosses them over his chest and waits for the match to begin.

Joe Aiello: This is it! Everyone is now in the ring! What’s going to happen? Who’s going to win? That’s anyone’s guess. There’s no disqualification and the only way to win is by outlasting everyone else and throwing people over the top rope.

Jeremy Piven: Anyone could win this match, but I’m telling you right now: The winner will be either Shelly Silver or her man I mean fiancé Eric Steel. So I wouldn’t get my hopes up too much. Do you think anyone can break the bond in this match of future husband & future wife? I don’t think so!

The bell rings and instantly everyone begins to brawl. Each person looks around and begins to viciously attack one another. Kane Sicko delivers a flying jumping punch into the face of Jason Skilled stunning him. Taking a Handicapped Parking sign, Kane Sicko viciously smashes it several times over Jason Skilled’s face. The repeated blows are powerful enough to leave him on the ropes, with that Kane quickly grabs a leg and throws him out of the ring.

Jessica Stroup: Jason Skilled has been eliminated!

Jeremy Piven: The f***? I looked away to sneeze, did someone just get eliminated already?

Joe Aiello: Yeah, Jason Skilled is out of here.

Chris Mosh looks to see Komos running at him, but being fast on his feet Chris Mosh ducks and strikes Kosmos with a steel chair. Kosmos is stunned and with another mighty swing, Mosh takes out Kosmos and tosses the chair down triumphantly. The other ten wrestlers look at one another and don’t let up; Derek Wellings attacks Eric Steel while Shelly Silver attacks Ruthless Aggression, Nathan Creed and Nick Waden double team Jacob Quinn. Chris mosh, Kane Sicko and Terry McGuire on the other hand put each other in a triple headlock.

Jessica Stroup: Kosmos has been eliminated!

Joe Aiello: Over the rope and through the air, look floor here is Komos!

Jeremy Piven: Better luck next time, Star Gazer.

Ruthless Aggression delivers a series of knees and fists into Nick Wadden, pushing him on the ropes. Grabbing on desperately, Nice does everything he can to fight her off. However Nathan Creed saves Nick, by smashing Ruth over her back and then hits a Gutwrench Suplex. Nick follows through with a vicious elbow drop over her chest

Terry McGruire, Chris Mosh and Kane Sicko break their head lock and arm themselves with whatever they find and Kane with a trashcan lid, attacks Shelley Silver striking her from behind. Bad move from him as Eric Steel has his fiancé’s back, and kicks him in between the legs. Holding his battered cajones, Kane sinks onto his knees while Eric and Shelley come back at him with their knees smacking him in his face. The blows force Kane on the ground while the others continue to wreck one another. They take kendo sticks and start smashing sicko all over his body.

With Kane laid out, Terry McGuire and Eric Steel each grab a leg allowing Eric and Shelley to attack Jacon Quinn and Terry McGuire. They start leaning back but Kane grabs Derek Wellings’ leg. Alarmed, Derek turns to see and tries to fight him off, however Nick Wadden and Nathan Creed take turns punching and delivering Knife Edge Chops to Derek. The blows weaken him as Shelley Silver comes off the ropes with Facebuster. The three cause Derek to go face first on the canvas but wanting glory all to himself, Terry McGruire pushes Eric Steel away and ejects Kane Sicko out of the ring via slingshot.

Jessica Stroup: Kane Sicko has been eliminated!

Jeremy Piven: With Kane Sicko out of the match, we’re down to nine and since Chris Mosh thought it was a great idea to turn on Eric Steel, there will be HELL to pay.

Joe Aiello: No question, I’ve never seen Eric Steel back down from ANYTHING and that may as well have been a challenge when Terry McGuire pushed him away.

Terry McGuire celebrates his first elimination but is taken out by Nathan Creed and Nick Wadden with a Con-Chair-To. The two start beating him viciously with over the head blows with the chairs. Eric Steel sees the downed Derek Wellings and successfully scores a field goal. He takes his time picking up the Airborne Ranger, but doesn’t expect the sudden Headbutt from Derek. The blow is so vicious, that Eric has to roll outside the ring and recover. Seeing her man in trouble, Shelley also slides under the bottom rope and checks on him. The crowd boos loudly but changes their mind as they watch Chris Mosh come to save Terry McGuire from Nathan Creed and Nick Wadden.

He boots Nick Wadden first, knocking him over but Nathan Creed blocks the other kick. Chris sees an opportunity and punches him in the gut. Fighting back, Chris starts to get up as Terry McGuire brings the fight to Nick Wadden. The two attempt to Enzuigiri their opponents, but their legs are caught. Nick Wadden pushes Chris Mosh to the ropes, nails a low blow himself on Mosh then easily pushes him legs first over the top rope. Terry McGuire isn’t doing much better as Nathan Creed hits a Flying Head Scissors Takeover, causing Terry to lean hit the canvas hard and leans on the middle rope. Moving fast, Nick grabs him and starts pulling up to push over to the tope rope. Terry fights as hard as he can, but unfortunately the bigger Nathan Creed is too much forces McGuire’s hands to lose their grasp and him to fall onto floor.

Jessica Stroup: Chris Mosh and Terry McGuire have been eliminated!

Jeremy Piven: These eliminations are come faster and more! We just saw the eliminations of both Chris Mosh and Terry McGuire. The weaklings are dropping like flies and I’m loving it.

Joe Aiello: There are no weaklings in EWC, but I do agree. The ones who didn’t want it enough are out of this match. We’re down to Ruthless Aggression, Derek Wellings, Nathan Creed, Nick Wadden, Eric Steel, Shelley Silver and Jacob Quinn. This is still any body’s match!

Eric Steel and Shelley have taken enough time out of the match. Shelly reaches under the ring and pulls out several panes of glass while her fiancé pulls out a table. They set the table up between the ring and ramp, closer to the ring and also place upon it several panes of glass. They slide back into the ring, however Ruthless Aggression brings her fists down on Shelley but still she manages to get back up. Jacob Quinn rushes Eric Steel and Shelley Silver with a Fire Extinguisher but the two grab the top rope and forces Jacob Quinn to eliminate himself. Without any mercy, Ruthless Aggression attacks Shelley Silver with a trashcan and savagely beats her back down.

Jessica Stroup: Jacob Quinn has been eliminated!

Joe Aiello: The number is down by one more; Jacob Quinn takes a long walk back. Great teamwork by Eric Steel and Shelley Silver.

Jeremy Piven: Maybe he’ll have better luck not trying to be successful.

Derek Wellings, Ruthless Aggression, Eric Steel, Shelley Silver, Nathan Creed and Nick Wadden remain in the ring. Each one looking to see who takes the first attack, it is Derek who acts first trying to punch Nick Wadden but he counters his attack and punches The Airborne Ranger. Shelley and Ruthless Aggression lock up again but this time, Shelley over powers Ruth and force her into corner. Eric Steel and Nathan Creed grabs a sheet tray and begin to bash the other over the back several times.

Feeling in danger, Derek gets under Nick Wadden and drops him over the top rope. Nick hangs on tight and lays down to recover his strength. Derek runs up from behind Shelley, clubs her from behind. Ruth sees her chance and manages to throw Shelly out of the ring and on the floor.

Jessica Stroup: Shelley Silver has been eliminated!

Enraged, Eric Steel abandons the fight with Nathan to rush at Ruth but the Airborne Ranger sees him and hits a vicious spear. The crowd cheers loudly and invigorates Derek enough to lift Eric Steel up by his throat, signals a Chokeslam and does so! He lifts The Lone Ranger up, carries him towards the table and Chokeslams him through the glass and the table. Shelley crawls over to check on her man.

Jessica Stroup: Eric Steel has been eliminated!

Jeremy Piven: God damn that Redneck Hero! He’s really done it now, I’m pretty sure Eric and Shelley had that table set up for Derek Wellings.

Joe Aiello: Very likely, but he waited too long. It’s now down to the final four! Whoever wins this match will fight again next week with the winner of tonight’s main event for an instant pass into Stranglemania X. This should be vicious!

Feeling the effects of match beating down on them; Derek, Ruthless Aggression, Nathan Creed and Nick Wadden all lean into a corner. The crowd is excited and ravenous as they want the match to continue. Each participant gets up slowly and looks at one another. Nick and Nathan shoot each other a trouble stare. Hoping to strike a treaty, Derek offers a bro fist to Ruthless Aggression. Seeing the odds are not in her favor as the smallest person in the ring, she accepts and bumps fists.

Derek and Nick Wadden lock up while Nathan and Ruth do the same. Ruth is the first to get her man into a head lock, then hammerlock. She releases the hold to push him into the ropes and picks up a small fire extinguisher. Aiming at her opponents face, she turns it on blinding Creed. Unable to see, he viciously throws his balled up fists around but Ruthless Aggression tosses the fire extinguisher at his feet, picks up a vase and breaks it over his face. Nathan screams loudly as he leans back first on the ropes but realizes too late his mistake as Ruthless clotheslines him over the top rope and takes him out of the match.

Jessica Stroup: Nathan Creed has been eliminated!

Joe Aiello: THREE LEFT!

Nick Wadden gets the upperhand on Derek Wellings by driving his knee straight into his opponent’s gut. Grabbing the only weapon left in the ring, Nick takes a baseball bat in razor wire and swings for Derek’s head. Thinking quickly, Derek ducks it and drop kicks Nick Wadden’s mid-section. Dropping the bat, Wadden drops his weapon and Derek hits a clothesline. Nick stands up and gets hit with a second as Derek bounces off the ropes. Grabbing a hold of the ropes, Nick Wadden stands up but is gets a Big Boot over the top rope. The crowd explodes in excitement as Derek and Ruthless bump backs into the other. They turn around and raise a fist.

Jeremy Piven: That’s it! Derek has won this at the expense of Eric Steel and Nick Wadden. I know there will be HELL to pay for this.

Joe Aiello: Are you kidding me? You’re up set over that and we got the LAST TWO!? One of these two are only a few minutes away from taking another step towards the EWC Championship.

They circle around each other and Ruthless Aggression hits Derek with a hard fist to his face. He is stunned by her strength for her small size; she grabs a bent street sign and tries to hit Derek. He ducks it; toe kicks her, grabs the sign and hits her back viciously with the sign. Derek tosses the sign out of the ring and into the audience who fight over the sign. Grabbing Ruth by her back, he lifts her up and hits a German Suplex on Ruth but smashes his head into a trashcan, destroying it.

As Derek has taken a lot of abuse from himself, Ruth can hear the crowd cheering for her. She slowly gets up, and with a bit of strength pulls Derek up and drivers several elbows into his face. The Airborne Ranger takes a few steps back with each elbow. Seeing her opportunity as Derek is now on the ropes, Ruth runs away, bounces off the ropes, jumps onto Derek’s shoulders with a Hurricarana and while holding the top rope herself, she manages to sling The Airborne Ranger over the top and onto the ground. The referees call for the bell as “Last Resort” by Papa Roach plays out loud.

Jessica Stroup: Here is the winner of the battle royal, Ruthless Aggression!

Jeremy Piven: As long as the Redneck Hero doesn’t win, I’m a happy camper. This match was brutal and everyone took one HELL of a beating.

Joe Aiello: You’re right, every man and woman who was in this match give it their all and at the end, it was Ruthless Aggression who came out on top. She is one step closer to be seeing the main event of Stranglemania X. Ladies and gentlemen, stay tuned as this night is JUST getting started!

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene heads backstage where there's abit of comossion back at the EWC General Manager's office where Xplode has the media in witnessing the re-signing of former EWC star Jay Reynolds. Jay's sat at the desk with a pen in hand with his contract clipped to a clipboard and ready to sign as the media begin getting their snaps. Jay puts pen to paper after the rumours earlier in the week obviously turned out to be true. Xplode comes over and shakes the hand of his newest recruit as they both pose for pictures.

Media Spokesperson: Jay... Jay, can we get a few words?!

Xplode moves to the side giving the new EWC star the limelight as he takes the questions of the press.

Journalist: Jay, how happy are you to be back with the company for a third time?

Jay: I'm not going to hold back with my emotions guys, i'm absolutely thrilled! It's been well documented that i've had my struggles in the past 18 months since President Mac closed the doors of Extreme Wrestling Corportation back in 2013, but this is a fresh start for me, no more bullshit. I've kicked my addiction to gambling and this is exactly what the doctor ordered.

Journalist: Obviously in your last run with the company Jay, which was a short lived run as you came in towards the back end of EWC's re-emergence, you we're very much involved with the General Manager Monday Night Brawl at the time and a lot of people thought that you were using that as a way to take the short road to success here in the EWC and a lot of people didn't like it. Now we've seen yourself and Xplode here today, are you a changed man or are you likely to do whatever you can to be at the top?

Jay: I'm not stupid, i know what people thought of me back then, but the 2013 me wasn't the same young upstart of 2006 and those good years. I'm looking at starting again, going back to the beginning. I want to take my time and build up a reputation again for being one of the best wrestlers in the world... and of course, the best wrestler to never have won the EWC Championship.

Journalist: Is that your main objective Jay?

Jay: Of course anyone in this business has the goal of one day realizing their dream and winning the big one, but like i said, i want to take my time and enjoy my run in the company. It's a short term deal with limit dates to actually wrestle for the company so i'm not likely going to be given that shot. For me, it's all about rebuilding my career and then if in a couple months time, we'll see where i can go from there. I have to strongly state though, that i am here to thrill, to excite the fans young and old. I want the young fans to learn who i am and give my old fans a bit of what i gave them in 2006. Good matches and somebody they can really rout for. Thank you everyone.

Media Spokesperson: Thanks for that Jay and good luck.

The scene then cuts.

Everything was underway. The crowd was hyped, the talent was hot, and the atmosphere was nothing shy less of epic. It was a good time to get back into the spotlight and what better way to get back there was to have a little bit of an introduction for new signee, Troy Devereaux. As his theme "Show & Prove" by Lloyd Banks blared throughout the arena he was already in the ring with a microphone in hand. A red rug covered the ring canvas with a stool and a monitor behind it. A single spotlight shined down enough to light up the ring. Troy with a smirk on his face raised the microphone to his lips.

TROY DEVEREAUX
"Bonjour EWC World. Allow me to welcome you to Spot On, with yours truly... Me!"

There was almost little to no reaction for that. Troy raised an eyebrow. How could they not know who he was? Was he clearly forgotten about that easy and so soon? He hadn't been out of the picture that long and he had a great resume to follow him. He appreciated the few individuals who did know of him.

TROY DEVEREAUX
"I'm a little shocked. For those of you who do not know who I am. My name is Troy Devereaux. Mr. Spotlight, The Paparazzi Prince. I am your media king and all around playboy. At just the young age of 19 I made history for myself. In a revival of that very defunct WCW I became a two time Hardcore Champion, Television Champion, and the World Heavyweight Champion all in the same year in less than three months. I am kind of a big deal. Don't believe just watch and see what I do here in EWC."

They all seemed to be slightly unimpressed. Sigh. It was going to be hard and take some time to win over a new audience. Troy could do it no matter how hard they tried to pretend they didn't like this charismatic 23 year old man.

TROY DEVEREAUX
"Not impressed enough yet I see. Let's fast forward to when I became yet again a Hardcore Champion for a company called PCW. And again within a short time I captured the United States Championship. More to throw down on my list of great things. Lastly we are going to recap my latest achievements with a company known as IWC. I won my first tournament to advance to the finals to be crowned the first ever Overdrive Champion which I cashed in a month later and won the top prize there which was the North American Championship. My reign was impressive and I then faced one of my good friends merging those two championships and I became the first ever Alpha Champion. Of course the company shut down afterwards.... that's for reasons to leave for another time."

He was done with his introduction letting everyone know who he was and what he has done, but what did that matter? It didn't. No one ever cares about what you did and your legacy elsewhere. What you do in the here and now is what they notice. Troy knew this.

TROY DEVEREAUX
"You all will witness greatness from me and will all take your time to bathe in the greatness of me. Don't be fooled by the boyish but great looks that let's the camera catch every talented morsel on myself. I am going to be the guy to take this place by storm. This is my little notice to all of you and to the ones in the back. There is only room for one guy with a major spotlight and that guy is me. I'll see you all next week when I grace you with my presence again and take care of whoever will be placed in front of me."

He smiled lowering the microphone as "Show & Prove" played once again.

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MATCH TWO

CHRIS MAVERICK Vs AXLE AOMORI

Match Writer: @xplode

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Joey Aiello: Hello and welcome to our next match on the card tonight. I promise you that this will be a doozy! Tonight, we have Chris Maverick squaring off against Axle Aomori. Axle has a lot to prove based on last weeks match. The word around the locker room is that Aomori was cheated, if you know what I mean?

Jeremy Piven: Every talent feels as if they were cheated when they lose a match.

Joey Aiello: It was clear to see for anyone in the building that Aomori’s foot was on the bottom rope! I would have been livid if that happened to me!

Jeremy Piven: EWC judges are human, and they can’t see everything. Mistakes happen. Regardless if I was Axle, I would use tonight as a chance to redeem himself if you catch my drift.

Joey Aiello: Lets head to the ring where Jessica Stroup is waiting to begin the match!

The feed pans to the ring.

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

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent… let’s give a hearty New York welcome to 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.

Axle does not wait for the bell as he rushes Maverick! The ref signals for an immediate start to the match as Axle grabs Maverick by the head and drives him face first into a nearby turnbuckle! Maverick shakes it off quickly but still can not counter the attack as Axle drives him into another adjacent turnbuckle post! This time, Maverick spins around and falls into the turnbuckle, his arms draped over the top ropes!

Axle continues the onslaught, driving fists into Maverick’s chest and face! Maverick attempts to shove him away but Axle sends an elbow into his face in an effort to get back on the offense once again! Axle then takes Maverick by the head and brings him to center ring where he kicks him in the gut and unleashes a hellish DDT! Axle then covers for the pin..

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Maverick kicks out!

Joey Aiello: It’s obvious that Axle is out to prove something tonight. He is impressive to say the least.

Jeremy Piven: I will admit, he has that killer look to him. The General Manager seems to have rubbed off on him.

Axle helps Maverick to his feet, and then scoops him into the air. He plants Maverick with a stiff body slam. Axle then stomps Maverick repeatedly before dropping a knee across his throat! The crowd begins to boo loudly as Axle holds the knee on Maverick’s throat! Maverick’s face turns a shade of red as he struggles to get free. The ref orders Axle to release him and he agrees, but not before slapping Maverick across the forehead one last time.

Maverick catches his breath for a moment. Axle denies him the rest as he rushes Maverick. Maverick suddenly rolls away however, causing Axle to come up only with air under his boot! The crowd pops due to the action in the ring now! Axle spins around and grabs Maverick by the neck! Maverick counters and twists Axle into place for a DDT! Axle counters the DDT now and twists Maverick into place for a suplex!

Maverick slides out of the duplex and lands on his feet… nailing a swinging neck breaker!!

Joey Aiello: HOLY HELL!!! THAT WAS AN AMAZING COUNTER!

Axle rebounds quickly, rushing to his feet. Maverick is on him with a flurry of backhanded chops and knees to the gut! Pointing to the ropes, Maverick Irish Whips Axle across the ring, nailing an Alabama Slam on the rebound! Axle hits the mat hard as Maverick rolls over, still gaining his strength back from the start of the match.

Jeremy Piven: This match has turned into an all out war. I am shocked.

Maverick pulls Axle up by his arm and whips him into the ropes and back body drops Axle, who amazingly lands on his feet and drops kicks Maverick from behind and through the ropes to the outside. Maverick staggers to his feet as Axle winds up and launches himself through the ropes with a suicide dive knocking Maverick into the barricade. Axle stays on top of Maverick and stomps him before rolling him back into the ring. Axle connects with some vicious European uppercuts and whips Maverick into the turnbuckle and delivers some knifedge chops. He whips Maverick again across the ring, but he reverses it and follows up with a back elbow to Axle in the corner. The fans begin to chant "Come on Maverick!!! Come on Maverick" as he scoops slams Axle.

Joe Aiello: Maverick's turned things on it's head here again and looks in complete control now to the fans delight.

Maverick sets himself up, patiently waiting for Axle to get up and Maverick goes for a curb stomp, but Axle rolls out of the way and Maverick connects with a superkick directly to the chin of Axle.

Jeremy Piven: Right on the button, what a shot!

Maverick picks up Axle and sets him up for Canada's Finest, but Axle reverses and rolls up Maverick! The refs drops and counts.

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Joe Aiello: Oh my God, he got him... Axle gets the win.

'Dance with the Devil' by Breaking Benjamin hits the PA system and Axle celebrates while holding his chin.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... AXLE AOMORI!!!

Axle celebrates to a mixed reaction who most were obviously supporting Maverick, who looked in control of the match until the end.

Jeremy Piven: What a turn around here.

Joe Aiello: Axle's done brilliantly to grab the win from Maverick who looked like he was about to end it.

Axle backs on up the ramp with Maverick applauding the fans in the ring. All of a sudden out of nowhere Mark Storm comes out of the crowd and slides into the ring behind Maverick and stuns him with a low blow.

Joe Aiello: What the hell! What is the meaning of this!

Jeremy Piven: This is Mark Storm!

Joe Aiello: I know who he is, but why? He's not even scheduled for tonight!

Storms begins stomping away at Maverick and a chrous of boos ring throughout the arena. Storm sets up Maverick for the Dystopia, but 'This Fire Burns' by Killswitch Engage blasts throughout the arena and the crowd erupt as Jay Reynolds comes running out from behind the curtain with a steel chair in hand. Storm puts Maverick down and looks pissed as Jay slides into the ring. He and Storm stare down one another face to face, with Jay holding up the chair ready to strike.

Joe Aiello: Yes Jay do it, hit him!

Jeremy Piven: Shut up Joe, Jay Reynolds is sticking his nose into where it doesn't belong!

The crowd are screaming for Jay to hit Storm and as Maverick recovers, Jay turns around and smahes the steel chair over the head of Chris Maverick!

Jeremy Piven: Ha! You idiot Joe, i knew that was going to happen!

Joe Aiello: What on earth is going on here! You had no idea Jer, how can you condone this?!

Storm and Jay begin laughing and shake hands as the crowd begin chanting "YOU SOLD OUT" to Reynolds. Storm picks up Maverick and Jay nails him with a couple stiff right hands.

Joe Aiello: This is hanious!!!! This was Reynolds plan all along, all that crap backstage earlier was a show!

Referee's and officials begin running down the ramp and Storm lifts up Maverick and pushes him towards Jay... J Connection!!! Both men roll out of the ring and 'This Fire Burns' plays once again as the two men leave the arena.

Joe Aiello: I hope Maverick's ok! Those two had better watch out, Chris Maverick will wont take this lying down.

Jeremy Piven: Well so far he is!

Joe Aiello: Let's go to a commercial, let Maverick get checked over.

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BACKSTAGE

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The feed pans backstage as Kurt Newman is occupying a janitors closest to perform interviews for a future tag team partner. Surrounded by cleaning supplies, Kurt looks over a pile of papers as he sits across from an old man that’s wearing a janitor’s outfit. The janitor looks confused as he stares at Kurt who’s been talking to him before the camera started recording.

Kurt Newman: “Now Mr.……..Janitor…..is that Spanish or Latin?”

The janitor looks puzzled as he looks at Kurt.

Janitor: “No…..my name is Bob, I’m just the janitor for this section, and you’re sitting in my closet.”

Ignoring Bob’s answer, Kurt continues the interview.

Kurt Newman: “Fantastic. I know some Spanish myself. Like Taco Bell! And nacho’s! Now how long have you been wrestling?”

Janitor: “I just want my mop mister.”

Kurt Newman: “And what’s your finisher?”

Janitor: “I’m just going to grab it if that’s ok.”

Standing up, the janitor reaches behind Kurt and grabs the mop. As the janitor brings the mop over Kurt’s head, the soaking wet mop hits the back of Kurt’s head. Kurt doesn’t notice though as the janitor brings the mop next to him. Shaking his head, the janitor walks away as Kurt continues to look over his piece of paper.

Kurt Newman: “Finally, are you a briefs or tighty whitey guy?

Kurt finally looks up and notices that the janitor is gone. Leaning over the table, he looks around the area to maybe find a trace of him but no trace of him at all. Kurt leans back in his chair and shrugs his shoulders as he screams through the door.

Kurt Newman: “NEXT!”

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BACKSTAGE

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The camera opens up backstage in the dressing room of Madison Mitchell who is all dressed to compete. Interviewer Ace Heart is standing next to the beauty with a microphone in his hand.

Heart: I'm standing with EWC Newcomer and instant fan favorite Madison Mitchell. Madison is set to take on John Jones just moments from now and Madison, I'd like to get your thoughts on this match?

Madison adjusts her kneepads before standing upright and looking at the camera.

Mitchell: This is a big match for me. Just last week I had my homecoming in Philadelphia and this week I have the opportunity to wrestle in front of all my Madi-Friends in the most famous city in the world, New York. Its quite the experience.

Heart: And your opponent John Jones made a statement. That statement being that he will take you out and away from Mac for being overlooked. How does that make you feel? Are you maybe a little more nervous than you would normally be going into a match?

Mitchell: I didn't expect anyone to put a target on my back this early in my career. First it was Mr.Sicky or Sicko whatever you call him, and now John Jones. Mr.Jones, you're being a bad boy. There's no reason we can't all be friends. Me being in a relationship with Mac has no bearings on who gets what matches around here. In case you weren't paying attention, I lost my first match to Mark Storm who wasn't punished for beating me. And open your eyes muscle-man, I'm not getting an opportunity to headline Stranglemania either because I'm not in the main event or that battle royal tonight. Mac doesn't play favorites.

Madison pauses momentarily before continuing.

Mitchell: I was planning on coming here tonight and having an amazeballs match for the Madi-Friends, but you've decided to make it personal and threaten me so I guess I have to go all out tonight. In that ring, I have one plan Ace, I'm gonna push it...Push it real good!

Madison smiles as she heads out of her dressing room, heading towards the ring.

Heart: Well you heard it from Ms.Mitchell herself. She's determined and her match against John Jones is next.

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MATCH THREE

MADISON MITCHELL Vs JOHN JONES
Match Writer: Floyd "Sheriff" Shooter

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The camera joins Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven at ringside.

Joe Aiello: How great has is it been so far here in the Big Apple? I mean really…

Jeremy Piven: Well of course, Joe. I mean we started the night off with that ridiculous Battle Royal. Then Maverick and Aomori gave us a show, and now we’ve got President Mac’s new arm candy coming out here to face John Jones.

Joe Aiello: I don’t think I would let President Mac hear you call her his arm candy, don’t think you should let her hear for that matter. She would probably take you.

Jeremy Piven: Let’s not get crazy, Joe.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentleman, coming to the ring weighing in at one-hundred and thirty pounds. Standing at five feet, eight inches, and hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania….MADISON MITCHELL!!!

'Push It' is heard as Madison Mitchell makes her way to the top of the entranceway 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.

Joe Aiello: Madison has one win and one loss over the last two weeks. She’s proving she can hold her own with the men here in EWC.

Madison 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.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, but she’s got her hands full tonight with Jones.

Jessica Stroup: And now…

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.

Jessica Stroup: Standing at six feet, three inches, and weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds. Hailing from London, England….JOHN P. JONES!!!

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…

The referee points to the side of the ring and the ring bell echoes throughout the arena.

Joe Aiello: Well, here we go.

The two combatants slowly converge on each other; Madison Mitchell lobs several verbal grenades in Jones’ direction. She points at Jones, and then down at the ring in front of her. Jones chuckles back in her direction.

Joe Aiello: Mitchell seems to be letting Jones know that this is her ring.

Jeremy Piven: But that’s only because she is screwing the boss!

Jones swiftly moves in on Madison, and locks her up before he puts her in a tight headlock. Jones wrenches on the neck of Madison, as he locks in the maneuver a bit tighter. Madison flails her right arm in the air, an attempt to connect with Jones’ face, but misses. Jones loosens the grip and grasps Mitchell by the arm. Jones sends Madison in to the ropes, and connects with a clothesline as she returns in his direction.

Jeremy Piven: All Jones so far.

With Madison on the ground, Jones turns towards the crowd and begins to mock Mitchell. He holds his arms in the air, palms up, as he contorts his face to a confused, questioning expression. As Jones gestures as Mitchell, Bystanders at ringside hear him shout:

John P. Jones: What is this nonsense?

Madison, unknown to Jones, returns to her feet and sneaks up behind him. In a split second Madison grasps Jones’ trunks and rolls him up. The referee swiftly slides to the mat.



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Joe Aiello: Well that certainly would have been a defeat that Jones would regret.

Jeremy Piven: Can you blame him for wondering why he is in there with her though?

Joe Aiello: Because she should be!

Mitchell hops on top of Jones and begins to hit him in the face and mid-section with left and right strikes from her fists. She quickly hops to her feet and runs at the ropes, as Jones regains his feet. Madison bounces off the ropes, leaps through the air, and connects with a perfectly executed dropkick. Jones stumbles in to the far turnbuckle, and Mitchell follows just behind him at a sprint. She leaps and lands another perfectly executed dropkick that sends Jones to the center of the mat in a heap. Mitchell throws her arms in the air, as she attempts to get the crowd to their feet. A raucous cheer erupts around the EWC Arena as Mitchell hops to the second turnbuckle, and then turns toward the center of the ring.

Joe Aiello: Still think she shouldn’t be in that ring, Piven?

Jeremy Piven: Oh shut up, Joe.

Madison throws her hands up again, and the crowd bursts in to an even more frenzied ovation. She turns away from the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Unbeknown to most in the Arena, President Mac appears at the top of the ramp and looks on. Madison stands, gains her balance and then leaps from the turnbuckle. Madison somersaults in mid-air and lands a crisp Moonsault right on to the chest and mid-section of Jones.

Joe Aiello: Holy lord! Jeremy, are you kidding me?

Jeremy Piven: Okay fine, Joe! She belongs in there!

The crowd stands on their feet, all chanting:

MADISON! MADISON! MADISON!

President Mac pumps up the crowd from his position at the top of the entrance ramp.

Joe Aiello: And President Mac is out here, I didn't even notice!

Madison staggers towards the ropes, in pain herself from the maneuver. Meanwhile, Jones writhes on the ground in front of her and clutches at his stomach. Mitchell clutches at her own stomach, but regains her feet as she leans against the ropes.

Madison turns toward the entrance ramp and spots President Mac, as he stands there and cheers her on. She turns back to Jones, who staggers to his feet in confusion. Madison crouches, and stalks Jones as he begins to turn back towards her. The crowd begins to chant:

PUSH IT! PUSH IT! PUSH IT!

Jones turns; Madison puts both hands on his chest and pushes him back into the ropes. As Jones bounces off the ropes and return towards her she hits a jumping Hurricanrana, and holds on for the pin attempt.

Joe Aiello: That’s it!

Jeremy Piven: Didn’t I tell you, Joe? She’s a beast!

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Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match…..MADISON MITCHELL!!!!!!

Madison rolls away from Jones and gets to her feet. The referee walks over and raises her hand in the air, as she again spots Mac at the top of the entrance ramp.

Joe Aiello: What a win for Madison!

Jeremy Piven: And she got to do it in front of her man.

Madison beams from ear to ear. President Mac, as he slowly saunters to the ring, smiles back at her.

Joe Aiello: That’s true love folks, we’ll be back right after this!

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BACKSTAGE

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The feed pans back to Kurt Newman whose still interviewing people. Across from him this time is a goat who’s chewing away at a piece of paper. Looking over a piece of paper, Kurt begins to ask the goat questions.

Kurt Newman: “Now it says on your resume that you like to head butt people. I like the angle. Is that your finisher then?”

The goat is silent as he continues to chew away at the piece of paper.

Kurt Newman: “Not much of a talker huh? That’s fine; I’ll be doing most of the talking anyways. Now I’ve notice that you don’t wear any pants. Is that just to mess with your competitors heads or you just like walking around naked?”

Again, the goat just chews away at the piece of paper.

Kurt Newman: “I completely understand man. You’re just working some stuff out. I go commando myself. It’s so much freer down there. Well Mr. Goat, you look promising so far. We’ll be in contact really soon.”

Kurt leans over and pets the goat on the head before screaming out of the door way.

Kurt Newman: “NEXT!”

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MATCH FOUR

FLOYD SHOOTER Vs JC STYLES
Match Writer: @kanesicko @swift

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Jessica Stroup: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first …

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: From New Orleans, Louisiana, FLOYD “SHERIFF” SHOOTER!

Jeremy Piven: You know, anyone can go down to Bourbon Street and buy some western gear; this guy is the fakest cowboy I’ve ever seen.

Joe Aiello: Are you questioning this man’s authenticity?

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 ropes.

Jeremy Piven: Knockoff hat.

Joe Aiello: You’re a knockoff commentator.

Jeremy Piven: Excuse me?

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin …

“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: I can’t decide to cheer or boo this guy.

Joe Aiello: Show some respect, Jeremy. You don’t want to get on JC Styles’ bad side!

Jessica Stroup: JC STYLES!

Joe Aiello: All the way from Milwaukee, Wisconsin! It’s freezing up there about now.

Jeremy Piven: Are you our weather forecaster now, Joe?

Joe Aiello: Keep deflecting, Jeremy.

The bell sounds, but JC Styles and Floyd Shooter don’t seem to pay much attention as they begin to circle one another in the ring. Without wasting any time, both competitors lunge forward at each other with the intentions of locking up like two aggressive bucks looking to mark territory. A small pop rings out from the venue when Styles begins to use his physical advantage against Shooter, forcing the smaller wrestler back into the corner turnbuckle with gusto. The referee tries to break it up as both wrestlers struggle for power, but before it could get any worse, Floyd turns the tide by switching positions with JC Styles, forcing the brawler into the corner with surprising speed.

Joe Aiello: Shooter with the momentum shift! Styles had better watch out! Here comes Sheriff!

Jeremy Piven: Johnny Cash is overrated.

A huge pop chimes in around the arena as Floyd unloads a right hand into the cranial of JC Styles, rocking the man into the corner with unhinged striking ability. Another right hand lands on Styles, who takes the hit but seems to not have lost control of the opening just yet. Floyd initiates an Irish whip, sending JC Styles hurling into the opposite corner turnbuckle with tremendous force. The brawler, JC Styles, writhes in pain, and before he knows it, Floyd Shooter is within grappling distance, asserting himself in the position to perform an amazing maneuver; Sheriff sends his opponent up and over with a dazzling monkey flip, creating a thud that shakes the entire ring with force.

Joe Aiello: What agility on display by Floyd Shooter, sending JC Styles up and over with a monkey flip for the ages!

Jeremy Piven: Monkey flip for the ages! Vintage Floyd Shooter!

Joe Aiello: Really?

JC Styles flails for a moment, but manages to rise to his feet just in time to meet Sheriff with a grapple that transitions into a typical headlock, wrenching tightly, but keeping an eye on the set of ropes ahead of him. A gentle push from behind – while in the headlock – gives Shooter some momentum while sending Styles flying into the ropes, but a clothesline intended for the brawler from Milwaukee misses, ensuring the momentum could be changing real soon. Floyd Shooter turns around to meet an incoming clothesline from JC Styles this time, sending the smaller wrestler to the mat with another loud thud. A few solid boots to the midsection of the downed Shooter seems to only setup for an eventual pin attempt by Styles.

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Joe Aiello: Quick pin fall by Styles!

Jeremy Piven: I wonder if Shooter rides bulls on the weekends.

Joe Aiello: Please pay attention, Jeremy.

Floyd manages to get the shoulder up with ease, making sure JC Styles knows it’ll take much more to win this fight. The unstable brawler doesn’t let up from Floyd, merely tightening his arms around the head of Sheriff; a sleeper hold creeps in on Floyd Shooter while the tone of the match dies down slightly.

Joe Aiello: Sleeper hold intact and it doesn’t look good for Shooter!

Jeremy Piven: I’m falling asleep, too.

Floyd struggles to stay in it, but the fans start to rally with a sequence of claps. JC Styles keeps the sleeper hold on tight, but both men seem to slowly rise to their feet; Floyd shaking his fists in the sense he is gaining momentum from the fans in the arena.

Joe Aiello: The crowd is behind Shooter – oh my – it’s looking like another shift for the offensive!

Jeremy Piven: Is all this clapping necessary?

With both competitors on their feet, the crowd is fully behind Floyd Shooter, who begins to drive an elbow right into the gut of JC Styles in an effort to thwart the sleeper hold. The unstable wrestler relinquishes his grasp, clutching his gut, backpedaling, but certainly unaware, that Floyd had bounced off the ropes with the intention of regaining the offensive. JC Styles hurls a sloppy clothesline. Floyd Shooter ducks it, but halts in his pursuit of the next set of ropes to turn around, elevating himself off the canvas with elegance to deliver a standing dropkick. The crowd pops as JC Styles flies back against the mat with force!

Joe Aiello: Amazing reaction time by Shooter! Standing dropkick sends Styles down with authority!

Jeremy Piven: For a second I thought he’d just keep going; you know, just float away. That’s how high that drop kick was.

Joe Aiello: *sigh*

Without letting the Milwaukee native recoup, Floyd Shooter goes for the pin attempt with the intentions to end this quickly.

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Jeremy Piven: Hook the leg, Floyd!

JC Styles gets the shoulder up, but it only seems to piss off Floyd Shooter, as the smaller competitor regains his composure for another pin attempt. This time rubbing his elbow into the face of JC Styles for good measure.

Joe Aiello: Once more!

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JC Styles gets the shoulder up once more, causing Floyd Shooter to grab onto the locks of hair from Styles’ scalp, dragging the man up to his feet with relative ease. An Irish whip positions Floyd on the offensive, JC Styles striding back with glazed eyes; Sheriff elevates his opponent off the mat with a twirl, causing the tail end of the Milwaukee natives back to touch down upon Shooter’s knee. The crowd cringes as the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker is performed to perfection.

Joe Aiello: Oh my! What a move!

Jeremy Piven: Executed to perfection.

Joe Aiello: That’s what she said.

Jeremy Piven: What? Aha – that’s the spirit, Joe!

Another pin attempt ensues by Floyd Shooter.


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Joe Aiello: Floyd is relentless!

Jeremy Piven: It’s just not enough! No!

JC Styles, once again, kicks out with attitude. Floyd looks annoyed, which prompts Sheriff to bring his foe back to his feet with a grapple. JC Styles suddenly breaks the grips of Floyd, rocking him with a right hand that sends both men staggering towards the corner turnbuckle once again. The crowd rallies, as does JC Styles, who now backs Shooter in the corner, seems unrelenting on the assault of right hands that Sheriff looks about out of gas. Another Irish whip allows a transition of momentum, Floyd countering the momentum of JC Styles to send Styles hurling into the opposite turnbuckle corner. Sheriff follows up closely with a quick step, but JC Styles merely ascends the ropes with a two-step approach, vaulting backwards with a twist to perform a whisper in the wind onto Shooter! The crowd pops as both men come crashing down onto the canvas!

Joe Aiello: JC Styles can fly! What showmanship!

Jeremy Piven: Next thing you know this guy will start painting his hair and face, doing drugs, and buy a house in North Carolina.

Joe Aiello: What?

Jeremy Piven: Never-mind.

Both men lay upon the mat while the crowd claps with appreciation. It causes some movement, and with that, JC Styles staggers to his feet while reviewing the struggling Floyd Shooter, prompting a grapple from the Milwaukee native, but it’s countered into a small package from Sheriff!

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Joe Aiello: What a narrow escape! Small package out of nowhere!

Jeremy Piven: My heart stopped for a second!

JC Styles breaks the elusive pin attempt, prompting another pop from the crowd, but it only seems to hurl the unstable nature of Styles into an unimaginative state. The brawler rolls to his side and bum rushes Floyd, tackling him with a flurry of wild punches. The crowd goes insane as both men hit the ropes, spilling through and falling to the outside.

Joe Aiello: This is getting out of control!

Jeremy Piven: Don’t spill my drink, guys!

The referee begins a count, but neither wrestler seem to pay it any mind. JC Styles lines up an Irish whip that sends Floyd Shooter barreling into the solid steel steps, causing a crash that could be heard backstage. With a moment passing, both men catching their breath, JC Styles rolls into the ring to break the inevitable count out. He obviously reverses his roll to set foot back on the outside. It frustrates the referee.

Joe Aiello: Blatant disrespect by Styles.

Jeremy Piven: I kind of like him.

JC Styles doesn’t seem to be finished with the current environment, grabbing onto the head of Floyd, who has been attempting to recover during the entire process of reestablishing the current ten count for the referee. A swift, but deadly snap DDT creates a nasty, muffled thud onto the outside mats. The crowd reacts: OOOH! Without wasting anymore precious time, JC Styles goes for the win by forcing Floyd into the ring after getting him to his feet. Sheriff rolls in with glazed eyes, and Styles is right behind him, securing the pin attempt for a vicious victory.

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Joe Aiello: How long can this one continue?

Jeremy Piven: This is looking like it’s over soon!

Styles stumbles out of the corner as Floyd sidesteps his opponent, backing into the ropes gently to catch the turning Styles with a running clothesline. Styles hits the mat with an unmatched force, selling the hell out of the combination that gets the arena on their feet. Flopping off the mat and rising to his feet, JC Styles has a front row seat to the eventual dramatized DDT that comes his way, which creates a sickening smack against the canvas with an insane crowd response.

Floyd rolls JC Styles over for the pin attempt!

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Jessica Stroup: The winner, by pin fall, FLOYD “SHERIFF” SHOOTER!

Joe Aiello: What a finish! Floyd Shooter walks away with one hell of a win!

Jeremy Piven: That wasn’t too bad.

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BACKSTAGE

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The feed returns now as we see the General Manager’s office. Sitting at his desk is Xplode, his fingers pressed to the side of his head. Upon his desk before him as the newest issue of EWC magazine. On the cover is the General Manager himself. Shaking his head, he slides it out of the way only to look off in the distance.

Seated across from him is Ruthann Park. With her arms crossed, she arches her neck and smiles in his direction. Rising up from the chair, she walks around the desk and drops to one knee.

Ruthann Park: What is it, Jaden?

Xplode: Nothing. I am fine.

Ruthann Park: No, don’t get that way with me now. Talk to me, don’t shut me out again. This week has been nice being around you. Don’t go back to being.. Xplode… Jaden.

Xplode rises up from his chair and paces the room, stopping just short of a display case. Staring at the case, he places a finger upon it, revealing the EWC World heavyweight Championship.

Xplode: Ruth… you don’t understand. I AM Xplode.. always have been. The Jaden that you once knew is long gone.

Ruthann Park: No he is not. Jaden, I know the real you. The man I know cares about this business. The man I once loved fought tooth and nail to be the top competitor in the world! He wore championship gold with pride, and reflected the greatness of this industry. That’s the man that should lead the EWC in this new era of the company. That’s the man.. that I would stand along side and support.

Xplode: Do you know what happened to that man, Ruth?!

Xplode slams a fist on the desk before him.

Xplode: That man was screwed over time and time again. Take a look at the current locker room, Ruth!! TAKE A GOOD LOOK! There isn’t a soul in there that wouldn’t stab you in the back of the head for a chance to wear this championship belt!!! (Points at display case) In order to swim in the ocean with predators, you have to learn to be at the top of the damn food chain!!! I learned that lesson well and started thinking on a larger scale long ago, and the entire industry knelt at my feet! That is how you get ahead… and that is what the EWC will do! There is not time to be weak! I have to be a strong leader… for the good of this company! People may say a lot of crap about me but one thing they won’t say is that I don’t love the EWC! I BLEED THE EWC’S COLORS!!!! I…. AM… THE EWC!!!

Ruthann, steps away, a frown on her face.

Ruthann: And that is why I can not accept your offer, Jaden. While I want nothing more than to be a World Champion and be the face of the company, that will never happen as long as men like you run this business. I want to reach the top because I have earned it.. not because I have destroyed the careers of others before me. I am sorry.

Ruthann heads towards the front door of the office.

Ruthann: Give me a call when you remember who you are… who you TRULY are. Until then, I am going to carve my own path.

Leaving the office, Xplode is left alone. He then glances at the World Championship and smirks. Picking up the telephone, he dials a few numbers and speaks.

Xplode: Hey, it’s X. Remember that talk we had the other day? That’s right.. Piper. I want him broken and left in a damn wheelchair. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! THAT MAN NEEDS TO BE EATING THROUGH A STRAW!!!!

Slamming the phone on the desk, Xplode now stares out the window.

Xplode: Alright, Ruth. I earned my title of "Destroyer of Worlds". Now, let's see if you deserve the name.. "Ruthless Aggression".

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MATCH FIVE
FIRST BLOOD MATCH
CHARLIE FEIGEL Vs NATHIN DOE

Match Writer: @xplode

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Joey Aiello: Now we get to the next match. This one was personally sanctioned by our general manager, Xplode. It’s been a long time since we have had a first blood type of stipulation and I wonder.. are we ready for this?

Jeremy Piven: It doesn’t matter if we are, you idiot. Feigel and Doe need to ask themselves that question. Regardless though, this match is going to be a deadly one! Kids.. remember.. don’y try this at home. Or, do it.. I don’t care.

Joey Aiello: Nice. Very nice, Jeremy. Anyway, I have to admit, this match will be interesting to say the least. I have to ask.. will Feigel be fighting this war alone? Or will we see Derek Wellings interfere at all? Those two have been at each others throats thus far and I am sure that Wellings is itching for payback!

Jeremy Piven: Wellings doesn’t have the guts to come out here. Feigel has shown that he is willing to do whatever it takes to be known as the best in the business. I like that guy.

Joey Aiello: Lets head to the ring where Jessica Stroup is waiting to begin the match!

The feed pans to the ring.

Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. This will be a First Blood Match!Coming to the ring first, please welcome, 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 sledghammer 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.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent… let’s give a hearty New York welcome for…. Charlie… huh?!

Without warning, Charlie Feigel blasts out from the backstage area with a metal chain in one hand! He rushes down the ramp way and slides into the ring, lunging at Nathan Doe without hesitation! Nathan is able to duck under the chain, causing it to tumble across the ring, but he is unable to avoid the rest of the attack! Feigel is on him quickly, displaying his impressive agility as he repeatedly drives his knuckles into the forehead of Nathan Doe!

Joey Aiello: WOW!!!!

Jeremy Piven: Now this is is EWC wrestling!!!

Driving one last knuckle into Doe’s face, Feigel role away and attempts to snatch the metal chain! Doe is able to roll away and slide out of the ring in time, just as Feigel whips the chain in his direction, causing a loud thump as metal connects with the mat! Doe catches his breath at ring side as Feigel punches the mat in frustration. Feigel then wraps the chain around his fist and rushes to the turnbuckle! Ascending the buckle, he launches into there air as Doe with the metal fist held out! Doe reacts quickly and dives out of the way, causing Feigel to land face first on the crowd barrier!

The fans react with cheers and chants of “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Joey Aiello: HOLY HELL!!! FEIGEL IS DOWN!! FEIGEL IS DOWN!!!

Doe is on Feigel now as he helps him to his feet! He drives Feigel shoulder first into the exposed turnbuckle, injuring him! Doe then backs up and drives a knee into Feigel face, sending him flat on his back upon the concrete flooring! As the crowd continues to cheer, Doe seeks out a metal chair. Folding it up, he holds it over his head and stalks Feigel. Feigel sees this..

And drives his boot into the midsection of Nathan Doe!

Feigel uses his feet now to trip up Doe, causing him to stumble forward and land face first on the metal steps!! The crowd is cheering loudly once again as both men remain on the floor, panting hard. On the stage area, Derek Wellings, is shown watching with a smile on his face.

Jeremy Piven: Perhaps I was wrong? Derek Wellings is here!

Joey Aiello: This could be bad for Feigel. Can he overcome the odds here?!

Jeremy Piven: I wouldn’t count him out just yet!

Feigel sees Wellings on the stage area, and he rises to his feet. Pointing at wellings, Feigel demands that he leaves the area, and the distance between them gets shorter by the minute! As Feigel reaches Wellings, both men shout at one another… until Nathan Doe slams a metal chair into the exposed back of Charlie Feigel!

Joey Aiello: OUCH!!!

Nathan Doe repeatedly brings the metal chair down on the back of Feigel as Derek Wellings laughs. Doe then helps Feigel to his feet and slides him into place for a DDT!

Jeremy Piven: This could be it! All it takes is one drop of blood to win th match and a DDT unto that metal floor will achieve just that for sure!!

Doe raises a hand to play to the crowd, but Feigel counters at the last second! Twisting into place, Feigel lifts Nathan Doe into the air and twists around, performing a backdrop unto the metal chair!!! Nathan Doe slams into the metal and then rolls around in agony as he holds his head!! Feigel remains on the mat breathing hard as the fans stand up and cheer!!

Both men remain on the cement floor as the crowd suddenly begins to get loud! Stepping through the backstage curtain, the EWC General Manager is now visible! As Xplode heads towards the rampway, he glances at Derek Wellings with an irritated look upon his face  only to keep on heading towards the location of the two men. Calling for a referee, Xplode points at both men and shouts loudly:

Xplode: THIS MATCH IS TERRIBLE! PICK A DAMN WINNER!!! HURRY UP!

Both men remain on the mat breathing hard as the referee glances at each one. Noticing that no blood is visible, Xplode slaps his forehead and points to the backstage area... 

Joey Aiello: OH NO!!! WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO!!!

"Save Me" by Remy Zero begins to play as the entire arena stands up to their feet and cheers loudly!!

Shadow Man suddenly bursts through the entrance area and rushes towards the carnage! The fans explode with excitement as Shadow Man stops just short of Xplode who is glaring at him with a smirk on his face.

Xplode: Shadow.. you wanted to prove yourself. You want to reclaim that past glory.. you know what to do. Show these idiots what the EWC & Hardcore is all about!

Jeremy Piven: HOLY SHIT! Xplode has once again pulled out all the stops and brought back one of the greats in EWC history to get the job done!!! I can't believe we are getting this tonight!! The true return of Shadow Man

Shadow Man stalks both competitors as they slowly rise to their feet! Snatching the now bent metal chair, Shadow Man steps towards Charlie Feigel.. and brings the metal chair down upon the back of his head!!! Shadow Man repeats this once.. then twice.. stopping due to the chair being so bent now that it is unusable!!

Nathan Doe is now on his feet and seeing the carnage! He glances at Xplode, and then in the direction of Shadow Man, only to be kicked in the gut and DDT'd hard unto the metal rampway by Shadow Man!!

The fans cheer loudly as Shadow Man kicks up to his feet and poses heroically!!

Both men are now on the floor, busted wide open, and unconscious as Xplode snatches a nearby microphone from an EWC employee. He then begins to speak as medical crews rush out and tend to the two men..

Xplode: The winner of this match... SHADOW MAN!!!

The Fans cheer loudly and chant "EWC... EWC... EWC"!! Xplode speaks once more as Shadow Man raises his bloodied hand in victory!

Xplode: When I make a first blood match.. I expect one. Both of you two men have not only failed yourselves.. but the fans in this arena as well. Get out of my damn arena, you both are SUSPENDED!!!

Dropping the microphone, Xplode looks down at the carnage as Feigel and Doe are placed upon medical gurneys. As they are wheeled towards the rampway, "I stand alone" by Godsmack begins to play!

Joey Aiello: Okay.. this has now gone too far. I am not okay with this..

Jeremy Piven: I think it's great that we now have a GM who is not afraid to call an audible when things are looking dire! Plus.. Shadow MAN??!!!!! EPIC!

Joey Aiello: I'm all for a heroic return, but Xplode seems to have let all this power go to his head. As if the punishment wasn't enough, now they are suspended? 

Xplode passes the medical crews and heads towards the backstage entrance, only to find himself face to face.. with President Mac!!!

Mac is shown with a horrified look on his face as Xplode glares in his direction. Not saying a word, Xplode simply walks passed President Mac as Mac is left checking on the two competitors, his face shown with an expression of worry and anger.

The feed then fades out..

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The camera pans backstage once again to Kurt as he continues to find that tag team partner. This time it’s a clown that stands on the opposite side of Kurt. Kurt doesn’t look to happy this time around as he stares a hole into the smiling clowns face. The two don’t say anything as the anger on Kurt’s face grows. The clown doesn’t know what to do as he looks around and tries to figure out why Kurt is so upset. Out of desperation to lighten the mood, the clown pulls out a goofy looking horn and begins to honk it. Well this is the final straw for Kurt as he jumps across the table and grabs the clown by the neck.

Kurt Newman: “I DON’T NEED A STUPID CLOWN TO MAKE ME LAUGH! YOU HEAR ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!?! I CAN LAUGH ON MY OWN WITHOUT YOUR HELP! SEE!”

Kurt goes into a crazy and sinister laugh as he reaches out and grabs a nearby toilet cake and jams it down the clowns throat.

Kurt Newman: “Whose funny now clown! Whose funny now?!?”

The clowns eyes roll to the back of his head and it looks like he’s about to die until Chris Constantine comes running in and pulls him off of Kurt. The clown pops out the toilet cake and crawls away from Kurt. Kurt tries to go after him but Chris is able to hold him back.

Chris Constantine: “Kurt! Kurt stop it man! It’s just a clown!”

Kurt Newman: “It needs to die Chris! It needs to die!”

Chris Constantine: “Kurt! Come on man! You have to worry about your match tonight.”

Kurt takes a few quick breathes and realizes that Chris is right. Kurt stops struggling and fixes himself up as he looks over at Chris.

Kurt Newman: “Thanks Chris. I needed that.”

Chris Constantine: “No problem. So how’s the search going?”[/quote][/color]

Kurt Newman: “Not good. I had over 100 people show up but the only one that was promising was a goat. I think we need to try something different.”

Chris Constantine: “Well I’ll keep on looking Kurt. Take a break and get ready for your match. It’s coming up here pretty soon.”

Kurt Newman: “Alright Chris. Thanks for the heads up.”

The two are about to go their own separate ways until Kurt stops and places his hand on Chris’s shoulder.

Kurt Newman: “Oh…..one more thing. I’d like to get Alyssa over here. This place would be a hell of a lot better if she was around to lighten the mood up a little.”

Chris gets a smile on his face as he looks at Kurt.

Chris Constantine: “Will do Kurt.”

Kurt pats Chris on the shoulder and the two quickly part ways.

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MATCH SIX
MIKE CORRAL Vs BROCK WHITWORTH
Match Writer: @kanesicko @swift

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Jessica Stroup: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first …

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: Weighing in at 230 pounds, standing 6'3" tall, "The Pride of Brisbane", BROCK WHITWORTH!

Jeremy Piven: This guy is a beast.

Joe Aiello: Playing favorites?

Jeremy Piven: So?

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, waiting for the match to begin.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent …

The lights turn white and blue as the opening of "In The City" begins to play. As the vocals begin, Mike Corral steps out, looking out into the captive crowd. He makes his way to the ring typically focusing more on the audience than the opponent.

Jessica Stroup: From The Shores of La Jolla in San Diego, California, Mr. 300%, MIKE CORRAL!

Joe Aiello: The Strong Style Element has arrived!

Jeremy Piven: How can anyone go 300%? That’s going damn hard.

Joe Aiello: It’s just a nickname, Jeremy.

As he gets to the ring, the music slows a bit as he poses on the top turnbuckle, hands outstretched as he tilts his head back. After a few seconds, Corral lowers his arms and looks out into the crowd before hopping off. Corral then sits cross-legged, either looking at the opponent or the entrance ramp if the opponent has not come out yet.

Joe Aiello: This should be an interesting match! I love that song.

Jeremy Piven: Let’s hope so! Hey, where IS Brisbane, anyway?

Joe Aiello: Australia, Jeremy.

The bell sounds, and it’s enough to thrust both fighters in a melee of right hands. Trading blows back and forth, the crowd witnesses Mike Corral duck an incoming shot – not able to go toe to toe with Brock in a striking format, but Corral gets the unexpected when Brock turns around to send a demoralizing European uppercut into the jaw of Corral, rocking the smaller fighter back and stumbling into the nearest turnbuckle.

Joe Aiello: Brock on the offensive early!

Jeremy Piven: Don’t make fun of Australians!

Brock Whitworth takes off; reading to pounce on the recovering Mike Corral, but The Strong Style Element flees the scene by ducking out of the way. Whitworth smashes into the turnbuckle, stunning himself temporary but slowly turning around. A RONALDO!! Pele kick connects from Mike Corral, sending Brock back into the turnbuckle with a stumble! The crowd pops!

Jeremy Piven: So dramatic.

Joe Aiello: What a shot!

Mr. 300% seizes the opportunity, regaining his feet and dashing towards the corner to jump onto Whitworth. Mounting the bigger fighter in the corner, Corral raises a fist in the air as the crowd responds with another thunderous reaction!

Jeremy Piven: Oh boy.

Then the punches commence with the count of everyone in the building.

Joe Aiello: One! Two!

Jeremy Piven: Really? C’mon, Joe.


ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Joe Aiello: Brock is reeling! However, wait a second!

Corral isn’t afforded the luxury of finishing his ten count to pummel Whitworth, but instead Brock surprises Corral by lifting the smaller highflying wrestler up and out of the corner. Changing the grapple up shortly, Brock responds to the punches by sending an insanely powerful exploder suplex into the corner turnbuckle, causing the crowd to respond accordingly: OOOH!

Jeremy Piven: NINE! TEN – Oh wait, damn.

Joe Aiello: Whitworth is really putting his strength on display.

Corral folds in the corner like a napkin, devastated by the impact he had just endured, all the while Brock Whitworth’s only desire is to capitalize on the positioning of Corral. The Pride of Brisbane heaves the body of Mike Corral up and off the mat from behind, showing brute strength just before elevating the smaller wrestler up into the air for a German suplex. Much to everyone’s surprise, The Spiked Mohican counters by executing a flip while carried over, promptly landing on his feet to the tune of another pop from the crowd.

Joe Aiello: So athletic! Brock looking for a German Suplex, but he didn’t get it!

Jeremy Piven: This guy is like a ninja.

Whitworth rolls off the mat with a sly grin, knowing the damage he had to of caused with the back-to-back suplex variations he had just deployed to Corral. Much to his own surprise, Brock turns out to face the dazzling mist of red spraying against his eyes, which temporarily reduces the vision of The Pride of Brisbane, but causes another loud reaction from the fans. Corral measures his opponent accordingly, backing up slowly as Brock throws a couple wild punches into the open; desperation shots at Mike Corral who lines up a wonderful Final Fantasy (Trouble in Paradise) kick that causes a loud smack to echo throughout the arena. Whitworth doesn’t fall, but holds his stance while trying to regain his vision. Mike Corral doesn’t relent, executing a Hand of God spinning backhand strike that causes the front row to cringe.

Joe Aiello: That’ll leave a mark.

Jeremy Piven: That’s what she said?

Joe Aiello: I’ll take it.

Brock hits the canvas with a thud. Corral dives onto his opponent for the pin attempt!

One!






Two!






Jeremy Piven: Not enough! Corral looks like a reject member of N’Sync.

Joe Aiello: Whoa, where did that come from?

Jeremy Piven: Been thinking it the entire time.

Brock Whitworth kicks out with authority, sending Mike Corral flying over a few feet from the chain reaction. The Pride of Brisbane attempts to clear his vision once more, gaining images of a fleeting Mike Corral who attempts to ascend the nearest turnbuckle post in an attempt to gain some airtime on the bigger wrestler. Whitworth thwarts the effort, diving into the ropes to cause Mr. 300% to become unstable – all his effort to regain footing – but seemingly fail by stepping off and letting the top rope shoot up between his legs. The crowd responds: OOOH!

Jeremy Piven: He’ll need to ice those puppies later.

Joe Aiello: By the look on Mike Corral’s eyes, he looks as if he’s in a world of pain.

Jeremy Piven: Rightfully so. That should be illegal.

Whitworth stumbles back, but seizes the opportunity by blasting off the ropes and laying into Mike Corral with a devastating clothesline, subsequently freeing The Strong Style Element from his groin-writhing situation, but also knocking him flat onto the apron, and to the outside. Brock stumbles back, still clearing his eyes of the red mist that is splattered across his face. The referee begins the count, but Whitworth seems content with the results if Corral can’t make it back in.

Jeremy Piven: 300% Mike! 300%!

Joe Aiello: Give me a break, Jeremy.

The Strong Style Element pulls himself together mid-count, rolls in under the bottom rope to meet a flurry of stomps from Brock Whitworth. The follow up is a pin attempt by The Pride of Brisbane.


One!








Two!





Joe Aiello: No! Not enough! Brock can’t put The Strong Style Element away that easy!

Mike Corral kicks out in time, causing frustration to set in for Whitworth, who smacks the mat with displeasure.

Dragging Corral back to his feet with the intentions of an Irish whip sends the smaller wrestler flying into the ropes. A premature duck for an incoming Corral causes a mistake to turn into a momentum shift, as Brock looks for a back body drop, but Corral obviously doesn’t want any of it. Mr. 300% holds the ropes as he hits them, stopping him immediately, but measuring Brock as a dumbfounded look appears to show itself by looking in the direction of where Corral was meant to come from. A Brilliant Thought superkick causes a devastating echo throughout the arena. Brock Whitworth falls back and smacks the canvas like a bag of bricks.

Joe Aiello: Oh my! It could very well be over!

Corral doesn’t let Brock regain any footing, mounting the bigger wrestler to begin a flurry of elbows into the head of Whitworth. The referee decides to break up the melee, causing a huge round of boos to flood in throughout the arena. Corral is pushed back from Brock, who slowly recovers by bringing himself to his feet with the advantage of the ropes. The slow chant rolls in: BULLSHIT!

Jeremy Piven: This isn’t cage fighting, Mike!

Whitworth regains his footing, stumbling back into the corner turnbuckle area while still wiping at his eyes. Mike Corral pushes the referee out of the way, but it only causes a sneak attack to elude the eyes of the official; Brock sends a stern kick to the crotch of the incoming Corral, who doubles over with popping eyes. Another round of boos flood the arena, but Whitworth doesn’t seem to care much.

Joe Aiello: Brock with a dirty tactic! He seemed to really enjoy that one!

Jeremy Piven: I sure did.

Following the illegal strike, Brock bounces off the ropes and jumps into the air, delivering a deadly knee to the fallen Corral. Whitworth secures the pin attempt, but doesn’t hook the leg.

One!







Two!







Jeremy Piven: Oh, come on.

Mike Corral gets the shoulder up, but it only causes Brock to drag the smaller man up. Corral becomes inbound for the ropes once more via Irish whip, hitting them in stride. A missed clothesline creates an opportunity for The Strong Style Element, but Whitworth appears too fast, turning about to send another clothesline spiraling at Corral! Mr. 300% ducks it again! This time Whitworth anticipates the incoming Corral, taking off in the opposite direction, and shocking the entire venue by plowing into the incoming Mike Corral with a Kill Shot; a sprinting elbow smashes into the face of Corral! Brock and Mike both hit the ground, but it takes Whitworth more than a moment to cover his foe!

Jeremy Piven: Goodnight!

One!






Two!






Thr-


Joe Aiello: So close! Corral is still in this one! I don’t know how, but he is.

Mike Corral kicks out! It’s a miracle, and the entire venue explodes at the resilience of The Strong Style Element!

Jeremy Piven: Why is this inbred so popular?

Yet again Whitworth is frustrated, smacking the mat in displeasure, but ultimately seeking to end this fight finally. Grappling onto Corral causes both men to gravitate towards the turnbuckle. The Pride of Brisbane pushes Corral into the corner. Executing an Irish whip on Corral causes Mr. 300% to reverse the effort, sending Brock striding into the opposite turnbuckle with tremendous force. The Strong Style Element takes a brief moment to rest, but the audience sees the opportunity present itself. Brock Whitworth attempts to rally and sprint back at Corral, but he’s only met with a running Killshot knee!

The crowd pops! Corral goes for the cover!

Joe Aiello: Killshot! Killshot! Killshot! Mike Corral lands the Killshot!

One!






Two!







Three!

Jessica Stroup: Your winner by pin fall, MR. 300%, MIKE CORRAL!

Joe Aiello: What a match!

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CAGE MATCH
Match Writer: Jon "Gold" Wilder

KURT NEWMAN
Vs
DAMIEN KINGSTON

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BRAWL returns from commercial break after an incredible match with Mike Corral and Brock Whitworth. A cage is lowered towards the ring as Jessica Stroup stands in the center.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Main Event of the evening! The only way this match can end is either only by escape. The winner of the Main Event will be involved in the Main Event at Strnaglemania! Introducing first: from New York City, New York. Standing 6’1” tall, and weighing in at 238 pounds, 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.

Jeremy Piven: These people are just jealous at the success of Damien Kingston. We’re looking at the future EWC Champion coming to the ring.

Joe Aiello: I agree that there are some people who are jealous, but so far Damien Kingston has making one of the greatest names for him. A name on level with Shadow Man and Level-One.

Kingston was already approaching the cage door. 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.

Jessica Stroup: And introducing his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois. Standing at 6’ tall and weighing in at 220 lbs, he is “The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy” 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.

Joe Aiello: We got another young man on a great career here in EWC. Last week he defeated Axle Aomori. Will we see him pull out another upset victory, in that ring tonight? Or will things be different.

Jeremy Piven: Of course they’re going to be different. Damien Kingston has everything he needs to become the EWC Champion. We’ll see him compete for the EWC Championship, this March.

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.

The cage door is chained and locked. Damien and Kurt walk to the center of the ring, and lock up. They push each other back and forth with Kurt winning the test of strength and goes for headlock. The Man of Liberty fights back, delivering several elbows into the ribs of Kurt Newman, but he spins around and hits an elbow lock. Kurt taps his shoulder and the two push into the ropes. Kurt is thrown back and Damien returns with a Shoulder Tackle, then proceeds to Curb Stomp his opponent while he’s down.

Joe Aiello: Great to see some solid action from both competitors, but Damien seems to have the upper hand.

Jeremy Piven: The Man of Liberty is quite possibly the strongest wrestler mentally on the roster. He doesn’t need the muscles of Derek Wellings to be strongest wrestler here and he’s proving that tonight.

After several stomps, Damien pulls Kurt up and lifts him up to hit a Death Valley Driver. But he doesn’t let up, takes a knee and swings his fist several times in his face. Damien grabs his opponent’s face and smashes him to the cage. Mr. Awesome bounces off hard and hits the ground, The Man of Liberty tries it again but Kurt this time fights hard enough, counters and smashes Damien hard against the cage.

Kurt hits a Pele Kick against his opponent as he falls towards the ground. The New York Loud Mouth holds his head, but Kurt Newman doesn’t let up and begins to repeatedly smash his face against the canvas. His skull bounces hard, but The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy successfully hits a Standing Shiranui Backbreaker. Taking a moment, Kurt Newman stands up and shows off to the crowd and they’re enjoying it.

Kurt turns back to his enemy and begins dropping elbows over Damien’s neck. He bends over, picks Kingston up and tries to hit a Scoop Slam Driver but Damien fights it and escapes. He lifts Newman onto the Three Amigos but finds the strength to hit another three! The crowd starts to get louder and louder from the excitement of a possible classic.

Joe Aiello: Back and forth action from both of these men. Even with the Three Amigos pulled off twice, Damien Kingston is still fighting back hard.

Jeremy Piven: Of course he is, that’s why we’re looking at the future EWC Champion in the ring. Maybe a future Hardcore Champion at best for his opponent.

The Man That Puts Awe in Awesome takes his time to get The Man of Liberty off the canvas and hits him with several fists and Knife Edge Chops but after a third chop, Damien fires back with one of his own. Each chop is more and more harsh that the previous chop. Newman tries to counter a overhead punch but gets a Yakuza Kick into the ropes. He bounces off the ropes at his opponent and is rewarded with a Half Nelson Release Suplex.

The New York Loudmouth isn’t through yet as he forces Kurt up and smashes him into the cage wall. Unfortunately, Kurt counters the smash and nails his opponent hard into the cage. Not letting up, Kurt runs Damien into another wall and floors him. Then quickly follows through with a Round House Kick. With Damien Kingston down, Kurt Newman decides to finally go up the cage wall.

Jeremy Piven: No, this can’t be! How is The Man of Liberty able to lose this!? He better get up, I have too much money on this match!

Joe Aiello: Kurt Newman is a hungry young man, he wants this win… are you seriously betting on this match?

Jeremy Piven: Joe, you know I don’t bet on matches I know who will win. It would be to simple but I demand that Damien Kingston stop him.

The crowd solidly gets behind Mr. Awesome as he climbs up the wall. Luckily, the noise causes Damien Kingston to get back into his senses. The New York Loudmouth quickly gets to the ropes and starts climbing up the cage. Kurt doesn’t get half way up the cage before Damien hits him with a Powerbomb. Spinning quickly over his opponent’s chest, Damien begins punching fiercely away on his opponents first.

With his opponents arms locked down, Damien hits a Arm-Trap Crossface. Mr. Awesome screams loudly in pain as Damien attempts to break his arms. He refuses to tap out but the referee might have to throw the match out. The crowd starts making noise and getting behind Kurt Newman. They chant “LET’S GO KURT!” and stomping. The new noise gets louder and louder causing Kurt to fight out of the submission.

However Kingston drives his knee into his opponent’s gut and hits a Tiger Suplex. With Kurt laid out on the canvas, Damien stumbles over to the cage wall. Grabbing tightly, Damien begins climbing up the cage. The fans start chanting loudly for his opponent, Kurt Newman, to fight back.

Jeremy Piven: Keep going, Damien! This is the year of the Man of Liberty. I’m going to be so happy when he wins. This is the future of EWC right here!

Joe Aiello: You might be right there. If The Man of Liberty gets over the top and drops down, we will definitely have one more person fighting for the EWC Championship at Stranglemania.

With each step in the cage, the crowd gets louder and deeply hating Damien Kingston by chanting “MISTER AWESOME!”. The cheering does get his attention and helps stir him up from his daze. Alarmed, Damien tries to climb faster up the cage. With only three bars from the top, Damien can almost taste the sweetness of victory. However, he feels a pulling at his leg and it’s Mr. Awesome! The Man of Liberty tries kicking Kurt off, but Newman fights back and manages to hit a low blow on Damien.

With his opponent temporarily stunned, Kurt gets up and hits a Dragon Suplex on his opponent. Both men are laid out in the ring, they don’t move for several minutes and the crowd is just cheering for them. The two very, VERY slowly start to recover from their attacks, the bump heads, get on their knees and begin punching each other while on their knees.

Joe Aiello: These men are putting it all on the line! They’ve already done so much to each other, but they’re still not giving in. This is why we’re the number one show on television and this is why we put the Extreme back into “Sports Entertainment”. We’re wrestlers and we’re Extreme Wrestling Corporation.

Jeremy Piven: That’s right buddy, although I know I should be cheering on the future of EWC, namely Damien Kingston, I have to acknowledge something you just said. We are the best show on television and we are the best wrestling show period. There’s no promotion out there today that has a TRULY extreme product like us. We’re bringing legitimacy back to the business!

Fighting each other’s fists fiercely, Kurt Newman and Damien Kingston take a look at each other as they both get back to their feet. Newman gets to his feet as Kingston comes at him with a Clothesline, The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy ducks his attack and hits Liberty with a Pele Kick downing him. Mr. Awesome drops down to his opponent and begins headbutting him while he’s down, but The Man of Liberty counters one with a very well placed kicked on TMGs' head. He backs off him a moment, but notices Kingston is reaching for him and counters his grab with a few fists in his gut.

Damien spins away, and Kurt gets up and hits him over his head with a few fists, trips him up and Slingshots Damien Kingston into cage. His head bounces wildly off the cage and The Man of Liberty walks around a little dizzy. Building up steam, The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, Kurt Newman elegantly sneaks around him and applies Sleeper Hold, but Kingston counters it with a wristlock into hammer lock and smashes Newman’s face against the cage. Now that roles have reversed, Damien bounces off the rope and hits a Corkscrew Neckbreaker.

Joe Aiello: These two somehow keep finding the strength to continue! They’re putting everything on the line! There’s no going home empty handed for these men.

Jeremy Piven: There’s no such thing as empty handed in this business. They’re going to weak up beaten, sore and in so much pain. But the winner will have a shot to take one step closer  to putting the EWC Championship around his waist while the loser will only have shattered dreams.

With his enemy laid out, Damien tells the referees to open the cage. Two refs begin trying to undo the lock as Damien takes a leisurely stroll to the door. Kurt Newman rolls over slowly, noticing what’s going on. As the lock comes off the door, Mr. Awesome panics and starts to crawl over quickly. Then, just as The Man of Liberty leaves the cage, Kurt Newman lunges out and grabs his foot.

Panicking, he turns around and starts stomping away at his opponents face. Taking each blow, Kurt starts to get on his face. But the fists and feet from earlier in the match cause some swelling around the eyes of Kurt Newman. Pushing through the pain, Kurt gets up and hits a European Uppercut, stunning Damien. He bounces off the ropes to get hit with a Snap Suplex. As Damien is away from the door, the referees put the chain and lock back on the door.

With every hit, the crowd gets more restless. Kurt goes to step over his opponent, but Damien feigns weakness and instead trips his opponent and locks in a One Legged Boston Crab. Kurt screams loudly but never gives in. Feeling his opponent’s had enough; Damien heads to the cage and begins to climb up to the top. Kurt tries to get to his feet and stumbles around. By the time he manages to get onto his hands and knees, Damien is near the top. Seeing defeat close at hand, Kurt goes towards the corner. He calls for the refs to remove chain and lock. After a minute, as Damien gets to the top of the cage, the door swings open.

Jeremy Piven: This is it! One of these men are going to win tonight and the other one will just have more broken dreams! Damien is so close to taking another step in becoming the next EWC Champion!!

Joe Aiello: Don’t count out, “The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy” Kurt Newman yet, buddy. That is also wide open and the match can end just as quickly as Damien dropping down. We’re seconds away from seeing one of the men who could be headed into the EWC Championship match at StrangleMania X!

Seeing his opponent at the door, Damien quickly flips a leg over the top. Just as Kurt gets his head out of the ring and one hand on the ground, The Man of Liberty tries to jump off the cage. Unfortunately, one leg didn’t get out of the bars and ends up getting him caught. The New York Loudmouth shouts painfully as he nearly tears his knee with it caught in the cage. Meanwhile, Kurt Newman makes a mad dive out the cage. The nearest referee to him and in the cage calls for the bell. EMTs run down to help out Damien Kingston.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, by escaping the cage, “The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy” KURT NEWMAN!

Joe Aiello: What a Greek tragedy tonight! Damien Kingston was so close to winning this match, but in the end Kurt Newman blows caution to the wind and made a suicidal dive outside the cage. Even if he hurt himself, he still won this match. Congratulations to “The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy” Kurt Newman!

Jeremy Piven: The Greeks were good at writing those tragedies and we just saw one live tonight! I told you since the beginning of this match that Damien Kingston had it the entire time and he was simply robbed of what should have been his! So the stage is set for next week. Kurt Newman Vs Ruthless Aggression.. the winner of that match will headline StrangleMania X

Joe Aiello: With so much to process tonight.. Ruthless Aggression proving she is a force, Doe & Feigel getting suspended, Shadow Man returning, Xplode losing control of his anger, President Mac with choices to make, Madison, Axle, Floyd and Corral all showing tonight that they deserve to be in Championship discussions and now Kingstons Main Event reign coming to an end at the hands of Kurt Newman. Wow. We will see you next week in Detroit. Good Night and stay warm

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Ruthless Aggression wins Battle Royal involving Derek Wellings, Nick Wadden, Nathan Creed, Eric Steel, Shelly Silver, Jacob Quinn, Kosmos, Jason Skilled, Kane Sicko, Terry McGuire and Chris Mosh
Axle Aomori beats Chris Maverick
Madison Mitchell beats John Jones
Charlie Feigel and Nathin Doe go No Contest
Mike Corral beat Brock Whitworth
Kurt Newman beats Damien Kingston in a Cage match