FN'R #378 BERLIN, GERMANY

[EWC]

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

FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE

EPISODE 378
May, 8th 2015

Live from the EWC STADIUM, in Berlin, Germany

EWC RAMPAGE

May 8, 2015

Live From the EWC Stadium, Berlin

Commentators: David Arquette & Scott Caan

Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui

Head Ref: John Dean

Backstage Help: Ace Heart

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"Figure It Out" by Royal Blood blasts in the Stadium as the show starts off with video footage detailing historic events that have taken place on Friday Night Rampage. Images of previous Champions are shown, starting with Chupacabra then moving onto Cameron Hayden, Michael Saint, Shadow Man, Level One and James Chambers. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Blade, Ebon, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, Kid Cactus, Kid Cannabis, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray and then explodes into Sedition members Gladiator and then The Rev.

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

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

A chant begins of 

FN'R 

FN'R 

FN'R 

FN'R 

The lights in the arena suddenly begin to dim as the theme song of Mark Storm begins to play through the sound system. The fans get up onto their feet and engage with a chorus of jeers as the three men emerge from the tunnel, also known as Project Chaos, all dressed in Project Chaos t-shirts. The trio then begin to make their way down the entrance ramp, embracing the boo's as they smile with their arms open.

Arquette: And here they come Scott, the team of Project Chaos.

Caan: Ever since these punks got together the EWC roster and even staff members, have been victims of brutal, and rather unfair attacks. Someone needs to take these guys out, and soon.

Arquette: They are a force to indeed be reckoned with Jeremy and the fact that they think they can do what they want, actually kinda scares me. It could be you or I next under one of their brutal attacks.

The team circle the outside of the ring before all entering the ring at the same time, sliding under the bottom rope. With microphone already in their hands, the team move over to the center of the ring - embracing the hatred from the audience who begin to chant "CHAOS SUCKS".

Arquette: Looks like the crowd agree with us too, and they aren't wrong. Chaos sucks.

Caan: Even I can admit that they don't Joe, I mean - they've got a freakin' world heavyweight champion in their group as well as two other talented superstars who have been in bag matches here in the past. They don't suck but this madness, it has to stop.

Gabreal Martin steps forward with the microphone close to his mouth. He pauses, grinning as he waits for the audience reaction to die down a little.

Martin: You can boo us. You can tell us how much you think we suck. You can do whatever you want. But that still won't change the fact that Project Chaos run this place. Extreme Wrestling Corp is already pretty much ours. Half the roster are scared of us, the backstage crew - they don't even wanna come near us! We strike fear among our peers and that makes us feel - very - happy.

He takes a brief moment to re-calibrate, as the volume of the audience slowly increase, the three men wait patiently for the noise to die down.

Martin: The EWC is ours. It belongs to Project Chaos. We don't have to be in management to have this place. The fact that we take matters into our own hands, makes us have this place. And whilst we are in charge, everything is under - chaos rules. Now Friday Night Rampage, it's our hunting grounds. That's already been confirmed by Jaden Xplode, the man himself - who told us, that we have his permission to free roam and do whatever we please around here. Xplode, now he's a man who likes to keep his roster happy! Well, he likes to keep his valuable roster members happy.And with Xplode granting us permission to do whatever we please, that pretty much justifies that the EWC belongs to Project Chaos. We get what we want, whenever we want, and however we want. Heck, we could take those tag team titles off of Kurt Newman and Shadow Man right now, if we really wanted to. But we're patient. And we're going to wait for the right time to take those titles off of those pathetic assholes.

The boos in the arena begin to reverberate as Martin chuckles and steps backwards, a smile embedded on his face. Now stepping to the forefront is Jay Reynolds, with the microphone close to his lips he nods his head at Gabreal before turning back to the audience.

Reynolds: Gabreal is right. The EWC is ours. And it won't be too long until every title in this company is ours. It won't be too long until we start a revolution and more and more people will want to join in, with the chaos ensuing. Project CHAOS it's more than just going out there and doing the fuck we want. Project Chaos is about showing the established order that they don't own us. They don't own US! They can't stop us, and they sure as hell can't assemble an army to do their dirty work. If Mac has a problem with the way we do things, then he's gonna have to come get us himself. If he has a problem, then why don't he come and address then - instead of getting his lapdogs to do it. It's because Mac's a coward and he needs other people in order to feel safe and secure. Mac ain't nothing but a little coward and we'll slowly expose that. We're going to exploit everything wrong with this company.

He turns his back towards the camera and now stepping to the forefront is the World Heavyweight Champion - Mark Storm, who shuffles his championship belt up his shoulder as he brings the microphone closer to his lips.

Storm: Mac, Shadow Man, Kurt Newman, Derek Wellings and Floyd Shooter, the heroes who are here to salvage you aren't gonna do shit. And they certainly won't be able to stop the chaos that will reign over Rampage. This is our home now! Our home! Our house! And when you step into this ring with one of us, you best be wiping your boots off before you even step into that ring - and then once you're in here, you best be thanking us for letting you into our ring. There's a storm coming to the EWC...

Before Storm can even finish his sentence, suddenly the audience explode with cheers as emerging from the tunnel is Derek Wellings and Floyd Shooter.

Wellings: This isn't just Mac wanting us to do his dirty work. This is now, our business. On behalf of the EWC, we were asked to protect this company from vile, creatures like yourselves. We were asked not to be the heroes but to be the answer to all of the problems going down here. This has become OUR business! YOU have made this personal. And boys, if you really believe that we aren't going to stop you - then you boys are dumber than I gave you credit for. I've been in this company for a considerable long time and I have massive respect for Mac and everything he has done for the EWC. I don't wanna see this company deteriorate as men like you try to gain control. I don't wanna see it. I'm not going to see it. I won't let it happen. And nor will my friend here Floyd Shooter, which reminds me - Reynolds, you alright man? You got your ass beat pretty hard when you got in the ring with him, didn't ya?

Reynolds becomes restless and storms over to the ropes, being held back by Storm and Gabreal.

Wellings: This company doesn't belong to you. It doesn't belong to anyone, but these people.

Storm: Wellings shut the fuck up, everyone's tired of you running your mouth! Why don't you and your boyfriend come on down here and show us that you're going to protect this company! Come on!

Storm drops his microphone, and so does Reynolds and Gabreal as they get into a fighting stance position. Wellings looks at Shooter and shrugs his shoulder and now the two men begin to make their way down the entrance ramp, dropping their microphones as they approach the edge of the ring.

Suddenly a barrel of security guards rush out and get in front of the Brothers in Law, and a chorus of boos echo through the arena - a chant begins to start: "Let them fight!", as Shooter and Wellings argue with the men to move out of the way. The men aren't moving and they command the Brothers in Law to go back to the locker rooms. With little hesitation, the two men walk backwards whilst staring at Project Chaos. Wellings is yelling "This ain't over!" Whilst Shooter is shouting "This ain't you Storm! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

We cut back to Scott Caan and David Arquette. The two are smiling as they have several German beer steins next to them. David is chugging one as Scott stops a moment.

Scott Caan: Folks, we're in the beer capitol of the world. President Mac has awarded all the stars here tonight with free beer delivered from local breweries. We'll TRY and be coherent this entire broadcast but we make no promises.

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene opens up inside Shadow Man's dressing room. There are candles all over the room and Shadow Man stands, wearing a bath robe and holding a guitar. He smiles and winks at the camera, and then starts singing

When your legs don't work like they used to before

And I can't sweep you off of your feet

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?

Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?



And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70

And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23

And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe just the touch of a hand

Well, me - I fall in love with you every single day

And I just wanna tell you I am



So honey now

Take me into your loving arms

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Place your head on my beating heart

I'm thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are



When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades

And the crowds don't remember my name

When my hands don't play the strings the same way (mmm...)

I know you will still love me the same



'Cause honey your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen

And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe it's all part of a plan

Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes

Hoping that you'll understand



That, baby, now

Take me into your loving arms

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Place your head on my beating heart

Thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are (oh ohh)



La la la la la la la la la



So, baby, now

Take me into your loving arms

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart

I'm thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are

Oh, baby, we found love right where we are

And we found love right where we are.

Shadow Man stops... and looks off into the distance.. then back into the camera..

I love you Hardcore Title.. and maybe we found love right where we are

The scene fades as Shadow Man embraces the Hardcore title

[EWC]

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BACKSTAGE

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

From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote.

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

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun,
And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood

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

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.
A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced.
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.

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

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold,
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones.
And rise with me forever across the silent sand,
And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands

He has a microphone to his hand, which he brings closer to his mouth.

Storm: I'm the World Heavyweight Champion. And I feel like people are starting to forget that. I feel like everyone is starting to forget what I've done and what I've created since I joined this company. They're beginning to forget the fact that I've earned my right to the championship belt. they're beginning to forget that not only am I one of the most deadliest in the roster, but they're also forgetting that I am the ONE. I am the ONE. And if I can continue being the number ONE athlete on this roster then my name will forever be cemented in the archives of this federation alongside the greats like Level One, Memphis Reigns, .. the great and late, Kid Cannabis!  

The audience erupt with cheers after the mention of Kid Cannabis! Storm nods his head in approval, whilst he shuffles the championship up his shoulder, proudly. 

Storm: They are the gods of wrestling. And that's what I want to become. One of the Gods! But I'm not here to talk about my championship belt or my aspirations. I'm here to talk about the current problem. A man who calls himself, "The Vigilante". Lemme show you what transpired behind the scene a fortnight ago.

"Who do we have here?"

Before Storm can even inspect or move out of the way, the man charges from the door and towards him, knocking him off the staff member as he hits Storm with a vicious punch to the head. Storm falls to the ground, and instead of crying in pain, he laughs it off rather sadistically.

"Lemme guess, The Vigilante?!"

Storm laughs once again, but it doesn't last for long, as the man kicks him in the stomach repeatedly before lifting him up by his hair and dragging him out of the room. The cameras follow behind them, and the hooded man has Storm by his hair, guiding him down the corridor. The hooded man then throws Storm towards the catering table. Storm manages to stop himself from landing on any of the edibles, but as he turns around he is met with a massive knee to the facer as the hooded man leaps in the air and connects his knee with the face of Storm. Whilst doing so, the hood of the man flung off of his face and his face was now revealed. From the ground, Storm looked up at the man, a smirk on his face.

"I knew it! I knew it! The answer to the reckoning! Finally showing your face!"

The Vigilante doesn't let Storm mutter another word as he sweetly performs an enziguri kick on Storm. Storm doesn't seem to be backing down as he gets back up onto his feet, getting in a fighting stance before charging at The Vigilante, who dodges a clothesline attempt before lifting Storm up in a bear hug position.

Storm beats his arms against the back of The Vigilante, who doesn't seem to be effected as he continues to have the lock intact. He then runs over to the wall and slams Storm hard onto it, causing Storm to fall down instantly. He then mounts on top of him and delivers a barrel of stiff punches to his forehead.

"You don't remember me!?"

The Vigilante questions in a shout, continuing to beat him down with repeated punches around the face.

"Fifteen years dammit! Fifteen years!"

The voice of the Vigilante echoes and Storm was unresponsive as the Vigilante continues to unload a barrel of fists to the face of Storm, which begins to swell up. A security team then rush onto the scene, dragging the Vigilante off of Mark Storm, who is now unconscious on the floor. The Vigilante is having to be held back by the security team whilst the cameras quickly fade to black

The video footage stops playing from the Extremetron. 

Storm: The Vigilante wants a piece of me. He gave a concussion that night. And I've gotta say kid, you've got one hit on you. But the Vigilante made a mistake coming after me. He made a massive mistake and now he's going to have to pay the price. So, Vigilante - why don't you come on down here so I can beat your ass! You claim you know me, but from the moment I saw you, I didn't know who the hell you were! You know what you look like?! A jealous, little creep who just wants his time in the spotlight! Well guess what kid, that isn't going to happen. Not with me here! You're nothing. you mean nothing to me! I don't know you so stop claiming that we have some sort of rivaled history together, when we don't.

A section of the audience begin to riot with excitement as standing behind them is the Vigilant who comes out from nowhere. The Vigilant stands tall and looks around, nodding his head as he approves the audiences reaction. Everyone is on there feet and are applauding the Vigilant as he makes his way to the ring, passing loads of the fans as he makes his way down.

Storm: Oh and here he is! The man himself! Showing himself once again.. what have you got to say for yourself, kid? You better have come out here to apologize because that's what you should be doing. I deserve an apology!

He slides into the ring and walks straight up to Storm and then two men collide heads.

Storm: What you gonna do! Come on, hit me! Hit -

The Vigilante grabs his microphone.

Vigilante: You don't remember me? Oh but Mark, I do remember YOU.

Suddenly the expressions of Mark Storm changes from confident and assured to confused and curious.

Vigilante: It's been fifteen years. You forgot but I didn't. But I guess that's what you do best - forget about family. But I guess we're not really family. I don't consider maniacs like you, family. 

The two men continue to stare off, only touching distance away from each other. There's an eerie silence which lingers in the air as the audience watch in curiosity and shock. Whilst the Vigilante brings the microphone back up to his lips. 

Vigilante: You know.. my father used to say to me that you should never forget about family. No matter the circumstances, family is everything and you should always be with them. Funny thing is about my father is that he was a hypocrite. He had two sons actually. Me being one of them and another son who lived elsewhere.. born and raised in New York.

Storm looks at him closely, his eyes widening with every word coming out of the mouth of the Vigilante.

Vigilante: You know they say that the youngest get more of the attention from their fathers. Well tthats wrong. Because growing up, I rarely got any. Because all of the attention, it was all on my brother. Well, my step brother who not only was an aspiring athlete but was also a convict.. but despite that, my father stayed with him. My father loved that boy.. and he wouldn't even look at me. My father died a year ago.

He takes a pause before continuing.

Vigilante: And I never got to say, goodbye. I never got to tell him, how I felt.

He takes another pause.

Vigilante: And I blame my step brother for that.

He then moves closer to Storm.

Vigilante: Do you remember who I am, now?
 
He questioned.

Vigilante: Or am I gonna have to beat you so bad that the memories flood back? I never forgot you, Mark. Truth be told, I found it hard to because not only are YOU the man I blame for my fathers death. But you're also the man that has been blowing up in the wrestling scene. You've made quite a name for yourself the last year. And the moment I saw you heralded the EWC World Heavyweight Champion - I knew I had to put a stop to you. Your poison. And you're going to poison this company. And I'm not going to let that happen.

He drops the microphone and immediately hits Storm with a vicious left followed by a right as the audience explode with cheers reverberating through the arena. Storm is stunned and falls backwards towards the ropes, taking the vicious beating like a champion. Storm then throws him off and charges towards him, attempting to clothesline! The Vigilante ducks under the attempt, runs to the ropes, springboards off of them, turns and perfects a springboard superman punch. 

The audience are cheering as loud as they possibly can as the Vigilante mounts on top of Storm, throwing a few lethal punches before getting off of him and throwing him out of the ring. He grabs him by his hair, yanking it, before he throws him into the barricade, creating a thud! Storm arches his back however not for long as the Vigilante gets him back onto his feet and delivers a few shots to the head. Suddenly a crowd of security guards come rushing in to separate him from Storm. The Vigilante is persistent and fights off a number of the security guards whilst Storm is being brought over to the ring. Storm is now in the ring and watching the Vigilante fight off a sea of security guards. Storm runs towards the ropes, rebounds off of them and flies over the opposite top ropes, landing directly on the Vigilante and also a number of bodies!

Storm then mounts on top of the Vigilante and delivers a few hard shots of his own before being dragged away and forced up the entrance ramp. One of the security passes him his title and Storm makes his way up the entrance ramp, yelling at the Vigilante "This ain't over!". 

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SHOW OPENER

NON TITLE MATCH

DEVIN HEARST Vs RUTHLESS AGGRESSION (C)

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David Arquette: Here we go then for our first match of the evening and it could possibly be the toughest test for Ruth since Rampage has returned. 

Scott Caan: You're right David, this could be a cracker of a match and i'm looking forward to it. 

David Arquette: Let's just hope we don't see it ruined by a certain group who have been given a free run on this show apparently.

The lights dim as "They Say" by Scars On Broadway plays through the speakers – various clips of guns firing, cars crashing, animals attacking each other and similar sights flash over the screen. As the song kicks into gear, the lights in the arena flash back up in repeating reds, whites, and blues. The lyrics begin, Devin Hearst enters onto the stage.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, first, from Hells Kitchen, New York, weighing 225lbs... DEVIN HEARST

He glares down at the ring from under the hood of his grungy gray denim jacket. Hearst strides down to the ring, taking glances around the arena, before climbing up onto the apron. Hearst climbs to the second-rope on the outside, roaring as he stands, before glaring back into the ring. Hearst leaps down into the ring, pacing around as the music fades.


The crowd start to chant that part of the song out loud. As the lights goes out as Fall Out Boy Centuries came blasting on. They look up at the ramp standing there with a smoke surround her was Ruthless Aggression with her head down. She lift up her head as she have on a long black trench coat that fit to her body. As she walking down the ramp it a has "EWC 4 Life" written across it with a picture of basebat ball on under it in blue and red colors. She smirks as she stop in the middle of the middle ramp looking around taking in the crowd. She closed her eyes as the words came blasting over the speakers.


Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

And just one mistake

Is all it will take.

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

Hey, hey, hey

Remember me for centuries

She then threw her fist up in the air as she just stood there with a sick grin on her face.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 138lbs, she is the EWC Champion.... RUTHLESS AGGRESSION

She walks towards the steps. She climb inside of the ring and jump up on to the turnbuckle as she sing the chorus with them.

Du du du du-du du du

Du du du du du-du du du

She then jump down and turn around facing the person taking off the trench coat. She hand it to the person on the outside ready to fight.

The bell rings, sending Ruthann Park and Devin Hearst into a traditional lockup inside the center of the ring, but obviously, Hearst overpowers the female by a large amount, bull rushing the smaller competitor into the turnbuckle area with authority. Head referee, John Dean, rushes to the aid by inserting himself to split the struggle up, but it only aggravates Hearst even more.

Ruthann holds her hands up in an attempt to show respect to the rules of the squared circle, but Hearst does the exact opposite, backing away slowly to only take a swing, resulting in a direct smack to the left cheek of Ruthann Park. The crowd eats it up, boos flooding in around the venue as Hearst backs away from a shocked Park – John Dean can’t believe what the hell he just saw.

Lip movements from Devin Hearst only add more gasoline to the fire, causing the current EWC Champion to bull rush out of the corner and tackle him. The audience explodes as Ruthless Aggression starts the beat down with a flurry of fists, high and low shots, all aimed at the face of Hearst as the larger competitor tumbles over in the collision. John Dean doesn’t know what to even do, but he seems to allow the chaos to unfold as the crowd enjoys every shot that Park lays on Hearst. The two grapplers smack against the mat with a thud and roll around, eventually all the way out of the ring as the action spills beyond the ropes of the ring.

Punches cease as Ruthann gathers herself and her opponent, Devin Hearst, only to Irish whip the man directly into the crowd barricade at ringside. Hearst writhes in pain as he slumps against the barrier, random fans reaching out and patting his back – an obvious annoyance to him – but he pays them no mind. Park returns the gesture from earlier, getting a handful of Hearst’s beard to wag his head around in a playful manner, which only is subtle behavior that leads to full force smack to the face. The audience loves it, with Hearst taking the smack to the face like a real sport, rocking back from the blow to sell the impact. Jaw jacking from Ruthless Aggression amps the ringside fans up, but she isn’t done with Hearst and the assault outside of the ring.

Meanwhile, John Dean is stuttering his countdown in order to give the wrestlers more time, and it’s so obvious.

Park rocks Hearst with a right hand – Devin selling it better than a girl scout with cookies at your doorstep – sending him up and over the barricade and into some random guys lap. The fans explode as Hearst fumbles about, but Ruthless Aggression walks away to shove some stupid ringside staff away in order to reach some cold steel. The clasp of metal ignites the fan base; a chair is brought into the mix, but John Dean breaks his count and makes his way over to the bloodthirsty Ruthann Park, declaring that she get rid of the weapon and make this a clean fight!

David Arquette: Man, Ruth is looking for blood tonight.

Scott Caan: The champ is on a mission tonight for sure.

Hearst gathers himself slowly, falling over the barricade and back onto the outside mats to regain himself. All the while, Ruthann Park obeys the referee, tossing the chair away, but the distraction is enough for Devin Hearst to capitalize! A roaring clothesline comes from out of nowhere – John Dean sidestepping just in time – catching Ruthless Aggression with amazing impact! The crowd reacts in a heavy wave of boos, but American Violence doesn’t give a shit, he just begins to stomp Park with relentless fervor. John Dean, the head referee, is back in the fray, shouting random orders to bring the match back inside the ring, and Hearst obliges by tossing Ruthann Park into the ring as if he is taking out the trash.

Every member of the audience is behind Ruthless Aggression, but she is down and out, and Hearst is on the prowl. With the match back inside the ring, American Violence attempts to drag Park up by her hair while mouthing more insults in which cannot be heard from the crowd noise. Hearst doesn’t see the opening, but Park gets a grapple in to roll both competitors into a small package! John Dean doesn’t see it coming, making the pin attempt delayed!

One!
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Hearst kicks out, and ringside fans are annoyed at the slow reaction by John Dean, as well is Park. American Violence gets to his feet in ample frustration, catching Ruthann Park while she regains herself, tossing a superkick into her knee to knock her off balance!

Hearst follows his strike up with an amazing exploder suplex! The ring shakes with tremendous force.

Ruthless Aggression shakes her head in an attempt to regain her focus, seeing stars, but still in the matchup. A predatory vision allows Hearst to strike like an animal, going straight for the knee of Ruthann, his attempt to create an advantage over the EWC Champion. After the assault, Hearst drags the female into the middle of the ring with no remorse, raising her now weakened leg up to drop a firm elbow into the knee. Park attempts to fight back, shoving Hearst away at his second attempt, but it only causes American Violence to drop a heavy boot into the gut of Park, knocking the wind right out of her.

Scott Caan: I knew Hearst was going to be a tough opponent tonight, this guy has some serious potential.

Raising Park up to her feet, Hearst initiates an Irish whip, sending a hobbling Ruthann Park into the ropes, but misses a sloppy clothesline as Ruthless Aggression picks up some speed by bouncing off the ropes once more. Hearst turns around to catch a spear that looks to knock him right out of his boots, the back of his head driving against the mat with a thunderous echo. Thud! The crowd pops as Park nails the offensive, but rolls off Hearst to gather herself for a moment.

Hearst begins to recover, but very slowly, giving Ruthann Park the advantage to follow up on her momentum by diving onto the back of Devin, locking in a sleeper hold, which drastically slows the pace of the match down. John Dean bounces back and forth in his attempt to keep the adrenaline moving for the venue, watching if Hearst falls asleep from the subtle submission. Hearst seems to fade for a moment, but then regains himself, bringing a knee up to support his balance, and eventually driving a solid elbow into the gut of Park. Ruthless Aggression coughs from the hit, but only releases the hold to back into the ropes for some momentum, setting up a beautiful bulldog to capitalize! Thud!

Getting to her feet with the venue behind her, Ruthless Aggression pumps herself up before grabbing Hearst by the hair and dragging his ass up. An Irish whip sends American Violence flying into the corner turnbuckle with force, but it only sets up a bigger opportunity. The EWC Champion roars into the corner and dives into the air, connecting a stinger splash that absolutely rocks Devin Hearst, who watches Park rebound from the collision and aim to setup another! Park continues the assault, sprinting back into the opposite corner to only run back and dive into the corner – and into Devin Hearst – for another stinger splash!

Ruthless Aggression shouts into the air as she steps away, and Hearst hobbles out of the corner in a super dramatic way, slowly … slowly … and then toppling face forward into the canvas, blowing the roof off the entire venue as the crowd goes into a frenzy!

David Arquette: This match could be over soon as Ruth picks up the intensity.

Hearst lays face down on the mat, but Park is ready to finish this. Gathering American Violence by his hair and beard, Park shoves the grappler into the turnbuckle and attempts to setup “Ruth Awaken”, igniting the fan base once more. Hearst sees it coming from a mile away, shoving Ruthann Park back and into the mat with force, her back facing him and exposing the opportunity. A swift run forward creates a smack that echoes across the arena, with “The Sleepwalk” connecting with full force into the back of Park’s head, and subsequently changing the dynamic of the match altogether. The EWC Champion goes cold, rolling over and seemingly done. Hearst sees the opportunity and falls on the downed Park for a pin attempt!


One!
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Ruthless Aggression kicks out, and the fans eat it up!

Hearst rolls over, and Park is in a heap, but the match continues. John Dean looks frantically around the ring as if he doesn’t know what could happen next, but the countdown begins while both wrestlers struggle to make it to their feet. Just before both are counted out, both Hearst and Park make it up, but Ruthann throws a sloppy right hand, only for American Violence to ducks the incoming strike, but Ruthann is too quick for Hearst, catching him turning around with a solid boot to the gut. It opens up an opportunity for “Nightmare”, as Ruthann slides the head of Hearst in between her legs, sparking an enormous reaction from the audience.

Hearst struggles, but Ruthann Park locks the move in and drives her opponent into the mat with unforgiving force. Thud! The mat shakes and Hearst goes cold, flailing over and not moving. Park hooks the leg after she drops down for the pin attempt!

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John Dean calls for the bell as Park rolls over and onto her knees, having her hand raised in victory at the dismay of Devin Hearst, who is down and out.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner by pinfall, Ruthless Aggression.

Winner: Ruthless Aggression

David Arquette: Unbelievable, Ruthann Parks picks up yet another victory tonight.

Scott Caan: Can anyone end this streak David?

David Arquette: Well it has to end sometime, but Devin Hearst isn't the man to do it.

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene opens up once again inside Shadow Man's dressing room. This time, there are strobe lights going off all over and smoke rising from the floor. Shadow Man jumps out from behind the smoke and stands infront of a mic that has been set up



 He smiles and nods at the camera, and then starts singing

Nice to meet you, where you been?

I could show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saw you there and I thought

Oh my God, look at that face

You look like my next mistake

Love's a game, wanna play?



New money, suit and tie

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny, rumors fly

And I know you heard about me

So hey, let's be friends

I'm dying to see how this one ends

Grab your passport and my hand

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend



So it's gonna be forever

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cause you know I love the players

And you love the game



'Cause we're young and we're reckless

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space, baby

And I'll write your name



Cherry lips, crystal skies

I could show you incredible things

Stolen kisses, pretty lies

You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen

Find out what you want

Be that girl for a month

Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh no



Screaming, crying, perfect storms

I can make all the tables turn

Rose garden filled with thorns

Keep you second guessing like

"Oh my God, who is she?"

I get drunk on jealousy

But you'll come back each time you leave

'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream



So it's gonna be forever

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cause you know I love the players

And you love the game



'Cause we're young and we're reckless

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space, baby

And I'll write your name



Boys only want love if it's torture

Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya

Boys only want love if it's torture

Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya



So it's gonna be forever

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cause you know I love the players

And you love the game



'Cause we're young and we're reckless

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space, baby

And I'll write your name

Shadow Man stops... and looks off into the distance.. then back into the camera..

The only name on this Hardcore Title... is Shadow Man ... and god damn Derek Wellings.. shit..

The scene fades as Shadow Man once again embraces the Hardcore title crying

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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[EWC]

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene opens up yet again ... yes ... a third time ... inside Shadow Man's dressing room. This time, there are no strobe lights going off all over or candles lit up. This time the entire room if filled with some kind of fog, and the smell of taco's fills the air.

Shadow Man jumps out from behind the fog wearing nothing but a towel

 

Shadow smiles at the camera as he puts headphones into his ear, and places his iPod in his mouth. He then hits play on his iPod and takes off his towel



Oh baby, baby

Oh baby, baby

Oh baby, baby

How was I supposed to know

That something wasn't right here

Oh baby baby

I shouldn't have let you go

And now you're out of sight, yeah

Show me, how you want it to be

Tell me baby

'Cause I need to know now what we've got



My loneliness is killing me

I must confess, I still believe

When I'm not with you I lose my mind

Give me a sign

Hit me baby one more time



Oh baby, baby

The reason I breathe is you

Boy you got me blinded

Oh baby, baby

There's nothing that I wouldn't do

That's not the way I planned it

Show me, how you want it to be

Tell me baby

'Cause I need to know now what we've got



My loneliness is killing me

I must confess, I still believe

When I'm not with you I lose my mind

Give me a sign

Hit me baby one more time



Oh baby, baby

Oh baby, baby

Ah, yeah, yeah

Oh baby, baby

How was I supposed to know

Oh pretty baby

I shouldn't have let you go

I must confess, that my loneliness

Is killing me now

Don't you know I still believe

That you will be here

And give me a sign

Hit me baby one more time



My loneliness is killing me

I must confess, I still believe

When I'm not with you I lose my mind

Give me a sign

Hit me baby one more time



I must confess that my loneliness

Is killing me now

Don't you know I still believe

That you will be here

And give me a sign

Hit me baby one more time

Shadow Man stops... and looks off into the distance.. then back into the camera..

Hardcore Title.. I still believe you will be here.. so lets go hit John Jones one more time

The scene fades as Shadow Man once again embraces the Hardcore title

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HARDCORE TITLE MATCH
JOHN JONES Vs SHADOW MAN (C)

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The lights dim…

The TitanTron lights up with a countdown from 10…

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

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

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

Emmanuelle Chriqui: This next match is for one fall and is for the EWC Hardcore Championship.... first, the challenger, making his weigh to the ring, from London, England, weighing 245lbs... John Jones!!!

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 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. "Invincible" by OK Go 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.

The X-Treme Tron lights up counting down from 9 all the way to 1. 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 "Invincible"! 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.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent, he is the EWC Hardcore champion, weighing 245lbs.... Shadow Man!!!

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. 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 and leans in the corner and awaits for the match to begin.

David Arquette: And here we go, what an opportunity for John Jones here tonight if he can pull off an upset here.

Scott Caan: Don't forget, this is pretty much for 50% of that title, Derek Wellings is still a co-holder of the Hardcore title to Shadow Man's frustration.

John Jones comes out of his corner of the ring with every intention to kick this off quickly, but Shadow Man sidesteps the bull rush to allow Jones to trap himself in the turnbuckle area. Shady lashes out with right hands, rocking the technician in the corner with each strike, in which the fans begin an uproar as Shadow Man continues the assault.

An Irish whip sends Jones spiraling into the opposite corner, and with Shadow Man following, the EWC Hardcore Champion collides chest to chest for an insane impact. With Jones stumbling out of the corner, Shady locks him up and heaves him over in an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Thud! It appears to be enough for Shadow Man to go for the immediate cover.

One!

David Arquette: Jones is no pushover Scott, Shadow Man will not get this match all his own way.

Scott Caan: I bet somewhere backstage Wellings has to be watching this with close attention as somewhere along the line there must be one Hardcore champ.

Jones gets the shoulder up, but Shadow Man doesn’t let up, throwing an arm around the head of John Jones to secure a tight headlock. The fans cheer on, but Jones manages to rise up slowly, positioning himself up and behind Shady to toss him into the ropes from the backside. On the rebound, Shadow Man comes gut first into the knee of Jones, as the technician delivers a kitchen sink that causes a cringe for the audience.

Shady attempts to recover, but Jones is already outside of the ring and fishing up some weaponry. His efforts yield him some wood and steel; tables and chairs are tossed into the mix, but Shadow Man seizes the opportunity to make it to his feet and reach over the top rope at Jones, but only gets a stern right hand for his annoyance. With John Dean watching on, a steel chair bounces off the canvas as Jones throws it in from the outside. A table follows.

Jones makes it to his feet, and Shadow Man makes a rush, but only gets heaved up and into a somoan drop. The ring shakes with force, but the excitement only builds as Jones rolls over and gets to his feet, reviewing the steel chair. The cold steel is delivered upon the back of Shady with tremendous impact, causing the fans to respond: OOOOH!

David Arquette: Wow, what impact, could Jones be closing in on one of the big upsets in EWC history.

Scott Caan: Well he doesn't look like he's finished just yet.

Just moments later, Jones is setting up the table in the corner, but Shady has recovered while Jones seemingly takes his time. A sloppy John Jones turns around to meet a stiff boot to the gut, Shadow Man setting up the delivery of a sit out crucifix powerbomb into the corner, driving Jones through the table while a shocked crowd looks on. In the rubble, Shadow Man rolls over to deliver a pin attempt on his foe.

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Two!

Jones kicks out, and pieces of wood are everywhere; debris litter the corner of the ring, but the situation only escalates as both men attempt to regain their stance.

With both men up and hobbling, Jones tosses a right hand, but Shadow Man ducks it, sliding behind Jones to pick him up and off the mat with ease, and into “Darkness”, which sparks an immediate pop. Without hesitation, Shady drops his foe right smack onto the steel chair that lays upon the mat, leaving Jones cold and limp. The EWC Hardcore Champion goes for the pin!

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Two!

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Three!

Shadow Man gets the victory, regaining himself and having his hand raised in the air for the win. Jones rolls over onto his side, clutching his face in pain, but obviously conscious after the devastating move.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner by pinfall and still co-holder of the EWC Hardcore Championship... SHADOW MAN!!!

Winner: Shadow Man

The crowd go nuts for Shadow as he celebrates in the middle of the ring.

David Arquette: Well what a brutal match, but Shadow retains the gold. 

Scott Caan: No upset tonight, but John Jones did put up a hell of an effort.

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SEGMENT

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Silence takes over the Rampage venue as suddenly, the lights go out. Within a moment later, a two-toned green/orange strobe takes over the entrance area as The Crystal Method's "Weapons of Mass Distortion" engulfs the airwaves, taking everyone by surprise!

Scott: What's that?!

David: I don't have a record of this belonging to anyone in the EWC. But look who's on the stage.

The camera pans back to the stage as an elevator lift slowly rises to the top, revealing five individuals - two women dressed in the finest cocktail gowns you'd ever see, and three men dressed to the nines in vintage pressed suits.

Scott: That guy, in the grey suit with the blonde buzzcut.

David: I'd recognize that look anywhere - that's the [former] owner of ACE Wrestling, Alan Christopher! And he's not alone. That woman with the long hair...that's none other than Liz Smalls!

The elevator platform stops, the five individuals look to each other with serious expressions, and nod once. Liz takes the arm of the younger man as they walk down the aisle. The other woman points at the heavier man and snaps her fingers, barking a command at him as she points. He sighs, but picks up the baggage she pointed at, and the two follow Liz and the young man. The woman makes sure to always stand a foot in front of the "bag carrier". Alan then heads down the aisle with everyone.

Scott: You gotta wonder what is going on here.

David: Well earlier in the week President Mac announced a major acquisition of ACE Wrestling had gone down. But Alan looks none too pleased about it.

Once at the ring, the younger man jumps up on the apron to hold the ropes open for Liz to enter. She does, and then he follows. The other woman snaps her fingers at the bag carrier, informing him to do the same. He slowly nods his head, and then complies. Alan then rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Alan gets to his feet and nods with the other four before getting a mic.

Scott: So he's got something to say...

David: Well he was invited to talk. I'd hope he'd say something!

Alan Christopher: Y'know throughout my career, I've wrestled a lot of countries. But this marks the first time I've stepped into an EWC ring. And I'm not happy right now. Y'see, I come on behalf of my company - a company I built - that President Mac has allegedly acquired the rights to. And, as you can see...

Alan turns his attention to the other four in the ring with him.

Alan Christopher: ...I didn't come alone.

Alan motions to the younger man to step forward before handing him the mic.

THE Parker Van Peters: For the seven of you who are either too stupid to realize or have been under a rock….My name is THE…Parker Van Peters

"WHO?!"

You people ALL know who I am.

"WHO?!"

You have ALL heard about me...

"WHO?!"

...and what ALL I have done.

"WHO?!"

My legacy, my pedigree, my #Dynasty is one that is #SimplyBetter than anything you people have ever seen and lightyears beyond anything you people deserve. But…being the gracious, benevolent person that I am….I understand the role that the elite upper ruling class needs to have when it comes to you lower class, second rate citizens.

"BOOOOOOO!"

Do not boo me…..

"BOOOOOOO!"

I am speaking here….

"PARKER SUCKS!"

and you will not interrupt me….

"PARKER SUCKS!"

Say what you will. You all know whats going to happen. THE Parker Van Peters…

"WHO?!"

The Main Man, The #Dynasty is the man changing the very face of professional wrestling. I am changing the industry, changing the standard of what a professional athlete in this business looks like I am changing the mold of what a champion will look like. I am setting the new definition. And there is nothing you morons in the audience, the fat neckbeards at home, or the so called roster in the back, can do about it.

At this point Liz steps u and takes the mic from PVP.

Liz Smalls: I don't think I have to tell anyone who I am buuut....

Liz pauses as the crowd begins to chant "You're a spoiled brat!" at her. She finally shouts over the audience.

Liz Smalls: I'm LIZ SMALLS, the Coast 2 Coast Covergirl and I was the most talked about female wrestler of 2014. I'm a former World Champion, a former tag team champion and I'll be a champion right here in EWC.

Liz smirks arrogantly and looks at the men and woman standing in the ring with her.

Liz Smalls: I'm the new Face of Friday Night and there's nothing that ANYONE can do about it.

The "bag carrier" steps up as Liz hands him the microphone. She makes sure the cameraman gets a closeup of her 'Nails by Liz' polished nails as she handed the mic over. He raises it to his mouth to speak.

"Buffalo" Darrell Davis: And I'm the one and only official Buffalo of pro wres --

But he is cut off by the younger woman, the same one who was snapping her fingers at him earlier, like an employer. She shushes him and takes the mic for herself. The Buffalo lets out a sigh, but does as he's told and hands the mic off to her.

Princess Davenport: And, you all may not know me very well yet. But, I am the woman who has taken over reality television. A woman, who quite frankly is royalty, in a place that so needs it. I am the Princess of Beverly Hills, living a life of luxury just comes natural to me..

The fans boo loudly, and begin a "shut the hell up chant" As, The Princess rolls her eyes in disgust. Before, placing the mic back up to her lips.

Princess Davenport: See, just like I got this buffalo to bow to me, soon enough you all will do the same. Soon enough you will all realize how good I truly am. See, regardless of what anyone else thinks, soon enough all the EWC talent will get to raise their social standing in life, when they lose to the Princess of ACE.

Melissa Davenport, smirks giggling in a bitchy tone as she hands the mic back to Alan.

Alan Christopher: You invited us to the EWC, but now this will be our company! We take what we want, and what we want is the EWC World Heavyweight Championship! You will bare witness to the phenomenon that will be known simply, as the #ACEvasion! We are -

Scott: What?!

David: "ACEvasion"?!

Alan nods to Liz.

"The Covergirl."

"BOOOOOOO!"

He nods to Melissa.

"The Princess."

"BOOOOOOO!"

He nods to Buffalo.

"The Buffalo."

"BOOOOOOO!"

He nods to PVP.

"The Dynasty."

"BOOOOOOO!"

He finally points at himself.

"And The Allstar."

"BOOOOOOO!"

All Five Individuals: Together, we are, "Best For Business"!

The five competitors hold up...err, five fingers, in the air in a show of unity. This is, naturally, to the chagrin of the entire EWC Universe as The Crystal Method's "Weapons of Mass Distortion" is queued up one more time.

"BOOOOOOO!"

"BOOOOOOO!"

"BOOOOOOO!"

David: What on Earth did we just witness?

Scott: I believe our Friday Night Rampage has fallen under siege!

[EWC]

MATCH THREE

LORD RAAB Vs BROCK WHITWORTH

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Scott and David are clearly drunk and show zero signs of slowing down. German beer cans pile up on their desks they keep slamming them back.

Scott Caan: Okay, these German beers are growing on me. How about you, Dave?

David Arquette: I've been liking them, Scott. But speaking of German's, we got the debut of German Wrestler, Lord Raab, taking on EWC's own Brock Whitworth

The two continue to drink as Emmanuelle takes the ring

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following match is set for one fall.

"Onward to Victory by Icepick" plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak holding up a German flag with the crowd roaring throughout the arena for Lord Raab, standing on top of the entrance ramp with his hands in the air with his eyes closed, embracing the cheers he's getting from the crowd as he wears his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and he walks down the ramp, giving the fans high fives before going up the stairs, going in-between the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring as Henry gets in the ring, holding the German flag as he hands it to Raab and holds it up for the huge reaction of the crowd as he lets out German coloured pryo before crouching down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start as Henry gets out of the ring and stands out of the ring.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Introducing First. From Colonge Germany. Weighing in at 230 pounds. The Masked German Monster....Lord Raab!

She got down on hands and knees one ear against the ground holding

her breath to hear something but the dirt made not a sound....

TONIGHT

As the opening strains of "The Dirt Whispered" by Rise Against ring out in the arena, Brock Whitworth emerges from behind the scenes and sumgly 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.

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

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

David Arquette: Great reception for both these men. These German's love their peopel and Australians I guess.

Scott Caan: They're about to love them even more.

The bell rings as the two competitors circle around each other. As Brock completes the full circle Lord Raab begins to laugh and then slaps Brock Whitworth in the face. The fans fill the arena with "ooohhhh's" as Brock stands in the center of the ring with a look of shock on his face, the rage building up inside. Brock then attempts to lock up with Raab, but Raab just steps backwards and waves his hand in the air towards Brock as he starts to laugh once again. Raab then turns his back towards his opponent and Brock Whitworth proves that he is fed up with Lord Raab's games as he delivers a boot to the back of Raab. Brock Whitworth then continues the offense as he lands lefts and rights to the back of Lord Raab, sending him fleeing towards the corner.

David Arquette: Was starting to get fired up but Raab seems to be into crushing that.

Scott Caan: He's a monster for a reason.

Once in the corner Brock goes to work on Raab, kneeing the man in his midsection. Brock Whitworth then climbs up to the second rope and starts to go to town on him. The fans begin to count in unison as Brock Whitworth delivers the crushing blows.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

6...

7...

That's all though as Raab counters the shots to the head as he lowers his shoulder and sends Brock flying halfway across the ring. Brock Whitworth bounces back up from Raab's counter though and heads towards the turnbuckle with a full head of steam and goes for an elbow shot to the head. Raab is one step ahead of Brock Whitworth though and he dodges the flying elbow shot, which leaves Brock stunned near the turnbuckles.

*insert commentary here*

Raab quickly senses that momentum is shifting and he runs to the turnbuckle, he connects with a shot to the head of Brock and adds a few more which leaves him dazed. Lord Raab then performs an Irish whip which sends Brock Whitworth to the opposite turnbuckle, Raab then follows that up with a flying reverse elbow smash, which connects to Brock's face and sends him falling to the mat. Lord Raab quickly steps over the body of Brock Whitworth and starts to taunt the fallen man.

Raab then lifts Brock to his knees and hammers him in the back a few times with crushing blows. Lord Raab then sets Brock Whitworth up for a powerbomb and tosses his hands in the air to taunt the fans which causes the fans to fill the arena with boos. Raab then attempts to hoist Brock up, but he counters and performs a desperation back body drop, which causes the fans to fill the arena with cheers!

Scott Cann: The Pride of Brisbane is coming off really strong tonight. He wants to break the losing streak.

David Arquette: Yet the Masked German Moster wants to make a big name. We're going to see everything left in that ring.

Brock Whitworth gets up to his feet first as he waits for Raab to pull himself up using the ropes. Once Raab does, Brock acts like he's going for a fly Cross Body, only for Raab to get out of the way in time. Brock quickly gets back up, only for Raab to sneak up behind and hit Brock with a Killerpin.

1...

2...

3!!!

Raab jumps up as Brock leaves the ring, rolling out and angrily leaves through the crowd. The referee holds up Lord Raab's hand as the Germans give him a standing attendance.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner by pin fall, "The Masked German Mosnter" LORD RAAB!

WINNER BY PIN FALL: LORD RAAB

Scott Caan: Looks like Brock is going to get some beer after that loss.

David Arquette: Drink up folks, we're drinking till the end and so should you!

David and Scott continue drinking form stiens, building up an impressive amount stacked up next to them.

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THE FOLLOWING IS A COMMERCIAL

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I once had absolutely no game at all like my colleague Derek Wellings.

Some people called me that big fat skinny kid, or Pepperoni face on account of the all the Pizza I was eating to mask my feelings.

But then things changed for me.

I stumbled across the cutest little animal playing a guitar..

a Pig. 

Isn't he just the CUTEST little fucker you've ever seen?

Look at him strum away

This Pig was so popular, he was banging all the other Pigs on the farm.

In fact he was having Pig Orgies night after night after night

That's when I realized something .. and it changed my life for good.

The lady Pigs weren't into the cute little Man Pig for his good looks & guitar playing skills..

No.. they were into him for his smell.

Now I know what your all thinking.. Pigs smell like horse shit.

Yes, it's true. 

That's why I met with a group of scientists to find out more on how we can replicate that great Pig smell, without a hint of Horse Shit. 

Turns out.. we only like the smell of Pig after one thing...

It's the crispy, juicy smell of a Pig we love most.. but not just the whole Pig like in that picture.

What we want.. is Five Letters Long and rhymes with Shmacon

It's...

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So the next question is..

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SEGMENT

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The scene cuts backstage as Kurt Newman stands next to a ladies bathroom. Kurt looks nervous as he looks around the scene as though to make sure that the close is clear. Suddenly a cute brown haired lady comes walking out of the bathroom and smiles at Kurt as she walks past him. Kurt gives a smile back and watches as she leaves. As she's out of his view, he carefully pulls the handle of the door and makes his way in. The camera follows as Kurt walks down the bathroom stalls until he stops and enters the very last one. The camera follows and both the camera man and Kurt are crammed in the bathroom stall together. Whispering to the camera, Kurt begins to talk as he begins to do something with the wall that divides his stall and the stall next to him. The camera tries to get a view but Kurt's body is in the way.

Kurt: Hey there friendo's! Kurt Newman here. You know this whole fight between Macs side and X's side......it's starting to get heated with the announcement that everything will be on the line with this coming pay per view. You know I've been apart of this war since the beginning and I have yet to second guess my opinion to back Mac because he's the one that took this company from nothing and made it into something. The guy has a vision and actually knows how to run a company of this magnitude. X on the other hand......I really don't know what his credential are in running a fed or running anything. He's probably mentioned it but all I heard was white noise and farting noise. Plus look who he's aligned with and who Mac is aligned with. Classic good guys verse bad guys. So I've sided with Mac and I'm in the middle of this little civil war between the two factions and it's getting heated.

My problem with it all is that its not that the two sides are fighting......there's always going to be some asshole trying to take over a company that doesn't deserve it. My problem with this whole war thing is that more people aren't participating in it. I mean I look at the entire roster and so many wrestlers haven't decided to pick a side.....and that includes our EWC Champion Ruthless Aggression.

Kurt finally finishes up what he's been working on and stands up and looks towards the camera. Leaning against the bathroom wall, the camera now has an opportunity to finally see what Kurt was working on. Lo and behold, Kurt has himself a glory hole.

I know everyone of you have your (air quotes) reasons not to join or choose your support for a side.....either it be personal daddy like issues, financial problems, or you just don't give a crap. But all I see from this group of individuals is a bunch of wrestlers who are only interested in one thing and one thing only.......

Kurt starts to rub the fingers of his right hand together towards the camera.

Kurt: It's all about the money for most of you guys. You couldn't care less if this company existed or not. As long as your face is in front of that camera and as long as that pay check gets delivered to you, you don't care who signs it. I get it though. It's all part of the business but yet I see so many of you neutral guys and gals saying that you love this company and that you'll do what ever it takes to make it here. Well you sure as hell aren't showing it.

I mean here I am, fighting for a cause. I've bled and broke bones for this cause while the rest of you wrestlers......you just sit in the back and watch. To scared to choose a side because of the ramifications that might follow. Ladies and gentlemen of the court if hell truly does freeze over and X is able to beat Shadow Man some how and take control of the company, I'll stand right in front of that firing squad of X's and laugh my ass off and hold my head up high in knowing that I had the balls to fight for a worthy cause......while people like Ruth and the rest of you bums sat in the back and continued to collect checks while the company burns.

I really don't care what side you pick. Pick Mac's, picks X's.......it doesn't matter to me because at the end of the day, I want to see who I can trust and who to point the barrel of my gun at. And that even includes you Ruth. We might be friends and all but I've only known you for a couple of months.....and that's not a long time, especially in the wrestling world to fully trust someone kid. And that includes everyone else in EWC who's yet to pick a side.

At the end of the day, if you don't like how the company runs after the pay per view.......you only have yourself to blame.

Kurt gets a grin on his face as he hears the door to the rest room open up. The clicking of heals echo's in the bathroom as they get closer and closer to the stall next to Kurt.

Kurt: Shhhhh, I think we might get our first catch of the day.

The clicking of heals echo's in the bathroom as they get closer and closer to the stall next to Kurt. Kurt is even more excited now as he starts to get himself in position. The bathroom stall door next to Kurt closes and the grin on Kurt's face is even bigger as he slowly enters Kurt Jr. into the hole.

Kurt: Here fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy! Here fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy! Here fioooooooooh. You might want to turn that camera off there bud, I'm going to be making noises that are completely inappropriate for our younger viewers.

The camera obliges as the screen goes to a commercial break.

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MATCH FOUR

SHELLEY SILVER Vs THE VIGILANTE

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We return to Scott and David finishing their fifth steins. They belch loudly and smile at the cameras.

David Arquette: Good beers, folks hope you thinking this is a good night. Because we do.

Scott Caan: We need more beer, man.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The Following match is set for one fall. Introducing Frist. from Seattle, Washington. Shelley Silver!

The lights go down as the opening chords of "Going Under" beings to play.

Now I will tell you what I've done for you -
50 thousand tears I've cried.
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you -
And you still won't hear me (going under)

Shelley Silver then walks out onto the stage as a strobe light is shown on her. She stands in the center of the stage, looking down, appearing completely calm.

Don't want your hand this time - I'll save myself.
Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once)
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom

Shelley then looks up slowly with a smirk across her face. The strobe light intensifies as she starts doing a few martial arts moves on the stage. Her last move being a no handed cartwheel onto the ramp.

I'm dying again

Depending on whether she deems fans "worthy", she will high five some of them while trash talking the other ones as she makes her way down to the ring.

I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
I'm going under

After sliding into the ring, Shelley smiles as the crowd, a devious glint in her eyes as she bounces off of the ropes, loosening herself up for the match as the lights go up once more.

A section of the audience begin to riot with excitement as standing behind them is the Vigilant who comes out from nowhere. The Vigilant stands tall and looks around, nodding his head as he approves the audiences reaction. Everyone is on there feet and are applauding the Vigilant as he makes his way to the ring, passing loads of the fans as he makes his way down. He jumps the barricade and slides into the ring as clasps his hands together and runs to the ropes, bouncing off of them and running to the opposite ones - preparing himself before he goes over to his designated corner, smacking his head.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And her opponent. From Alberquerqe New Mexico. Weighing in at 185 pounds. The Vilgilante!

The ref signals for the bell. Shelly comes charging out of the corner and leaps up for a dropkick, but The Vigilante rolls underneath and back to his feet, while Shelly lands flat on her back. The Vigilante lands a few kicks to the ribs of Shelly Silver, then lands a dropkick to the same area. The Vigilante hooks the leg to pin.



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Shelly kicks out!

Scott Caan: Close one by Vigilante but Shelley Silver is a little more seasoned here in EWC.

David Arquette: Who's going to win, that's anyone's guess if you ask me. I'm too damn drunk to think!

The Vigilante picks Shelly up and knees her ribs, then lifts her up for a suplex, but drops her down into a reverse suplex!

The Vigilante holds to pin.



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Shelly kicks out again. The Vigilante kicks at Shelly’s ribs repeatedly, then picks her up, preparing for a Brainbuster, but Shelly reverses with a quick back body drop. Shelly then lifts her leg up for a vertical split, and drops it on the throat of The Vigilante. She keeps it on to pin.



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The Vigilante gets his shoulder up!

David Arquette: Close one! Shelley almost had this one in the bag.

Scott Caan: You know we should hang out with them after this match. They're really good.

As Shelly gets to her feet, she collapses back down, grabbing at her ribcage. She stands up, however, and stands up to charge for a spear, but The Vigilante ducks out of the way, and Shelly runs her shoulder into the ringpost! Eventually, Shelly stumbles back, right into The Vigilante for a Full Nelson Suplex! The Vigilante lifts her up again for a quick Half Nelson suplex, and finally goes for a German Suplex!

The Vigilante goes to pin.

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Shelly kicks out! The Vigilante goes to the ropes and climbs up high, leaping off for a leg drop…but Shelly rolls out of the way, and The Vigilante lands hard on his ass. Shelly gets to her feet first, and picks The Vigilante up, before she jumps and connects with Falling Rain....

Shelly goes to pin!

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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner by pin fall, SHELLEY SILVER!

WINNER BY PIN FALL: SHELLEY SILVER

David Arquette: We need more beer and a stein for both of them!

Scott Caan: Stick around folks, we got little bit more after this match. Time for beer.

The two get a pair of fresh steins and start drinking heavily.

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OUTSIDE THE ARENA

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We cut to outside the arena, where we see Leon Roberts and his wife, Monica. Leon chuckles for a second, before taking a black shirt, and setting it on fire, before putting it into a metal barrel.

Monica: Uh, honey, looks like some camera guys are out here.

Leon: Oh really?

Monica: Yeah.

Leon continues to chuckle, as he signals for the camera guy to move in closer. We see various shirts on the grass, some of them have unseen logos for Templars of Sin, along with some shirts that say 'anger' on them. He takes a bunch and throws them in.

Leon: I'm sure you're wondering why I’m getting rid of some stuff. Call it taking off some unnecessary weight. I've come to realize that I was gonna be carrying dead weight, and that isn't something I wish to do again. A weak link between teams, and I'm washing my hands clean of this mess, before I become to irritated.

Monica: You sure this is a good idea?

Leon: Sug...you know how I am if slightly irritated, so what I'm doing here...it's considered an act of mercy.

Monica: Yeah that's true.

Leon: But...there are some things you all must be aware of. See...there are many things upcoming. Whisperings of war on the horizon. I know that deep down, the thousands that are always in attendance, and the millions watching at home, they are looking forward to this. But the end result will not be even remotely what anyone expects.

Monica: Indeed ladies and gentlemen. Because spoiler alert....EWC is heading towards...a massacre.

[EWC]

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BACKSTAGE

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Michael Carter is shown sitting in the locker room in his ring jacket.

Carter: My true self is revealing itself here in EWC vastly and the sponsors are coming to me. After the last two Rampages more and more are coming to me but asking me "When will I win?" Tonight I answer it.

Carter pulls a Gray's Sports Alamanc from 2099.

Carter: This book right here has all sports events including pro-wrestling since we recorded professional sports.

Carter opens the book to a specific page.

Carter: See that? It shows that Michael Carter will beat Freddie Styles tonight. I know it is hard to believe but it will happen. It wouldn't be in there if it wasn't true. 

Carter closes the book.

Carter: See I will set my future off to the right path tonight. Tonight is the night the real Michael Carter reveals himself by beating Freddie Styles.

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MATCH FIVE

FREDDIE STYLES Vs MICHAEL CARTER

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The “FXS” symbol flashes on the screen as “The Fire” hits the arena. Freddie steps out from behind the curtain and he just stands there for a moment before bouncing from side to side. As the hook comes in, Freddie throws his arms up above him in an X…

“There's something in your heart

And it's in your eyes

It's the fire, inside you

Let it burn

You don't say, "Good luck"

You say, "Don't give up"

It's the fire, inside you

Let it burn”

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is shceduled for one fall, first making his way down to the ring, from Atlanta, GA, weighing 227lbs.... Freddie Styles!!!

Freddie then makes his slow walk towards the ring, up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. He then stands on the middle rope, holding the X above him, before stepping down and leaning over in a corner, awaiting the beginning of the match.

The lights go out in the arena as the beats start pumping, a green laser light flashes as the lyrics start. When the chorus kicks in the stage lighting goes yellow as Michael Carter walks on the ramp wearing a futuristic ring jacket. 

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent, from Long Island, NY, weighing 205lbs... Michael Carter!!!!

Carter climbs the turnbuckle and displays one of his many titles from the future under his ring jacket before taking it off and holding it above his head. Carter lowers the belt and climbs down from the turnbuckle, entering the ring.

Freddie Styles and Michael Carter start the match with a traditional lockup, which transitions into a smooth headlock by Carter, who then gets shuttled off into the ropes by Styles, whom on the rebound comes chest to chest with Carter, knocking the man down with ease. Styles darts into the ropes once again, and Michael remains on the mat as Freddie jumps over, but when Styles returns on the rebound, Carter is up and on his feet to catch his opponent with a big dropkick, knocking him down and out with big impact.

Styles is quick to get up, but so his Carter, who then vaults Freddie over with an arm drag takedown, which continues into another set, but eventually leads into another headlock by Carter, who seemingly has the speed advantage on his foe. Freddie Styles positions himself to rise up; regaining his posture and stance, he proposes a backside suplex, which equates to Carter slamming neck first into the canvas with a thud. The slam transitions into a pin attempt by Freddie Styles.

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David Arquette: Just the one, but great work from Styles who gets straight back onto Carter.

Carter gets the shoulder up, and Freddie goes for the headlock once more, which causes the speed of the match to instantly die down.

Both get to their feet in the lock, but Styles shoves Carter into the ropes with ease, expecting a rebound, but Carter grabs onto the ropes to stop his advance. A subtle mistake allows Freddie Styles to bend over in anticipation, awaiting his opponent, but only feels the soft grasp of a sunset flip occur on him, with Carter securing the pin attempt!

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Freddie kicks out, but the crowd is on edge. Both men get to their feet with great stamina intact, but Carter get’s a knife edged chop to the chest for his effort. WOOOO! The crowd responds with the famous chant, and it only entices Styles to lash out with another! WOOOO! Carter backs into the corner, and it’s enough to setup an Irish whip that sends him spiraling into the opposite side. Styles rushes the corner and leaps onto Carter while latching onto his head, which turns into a DDT from the corner that shakes the ring!

David Arquette: Wow, what a move from Styles, this could be over already.

Scott Caan: Carter looks unconcious David.

As both men collapse, Carter rolls to the side and gets some distance from Freddie Styles. Both men get to their feet at the same time, but Styles bull rushes Carter with every intention to continue with his momentum. “Cradle of the Future” smacks Styles in the face, causing an immediate reaction from the crowd: OOOOH! Freddie Styles hobbles and then drops against the mat with a thud! Carter goes for the pin!

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John Dean calls for the bell as the match ends, causing the fans to go wild in the ending. Carter regains his stace and has his hand raised in the air while Freddie lays upon the mat in confusion.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner by pinfall... Michael Carter!!!!

Winner: Michael Carter

David Arquette: What an impressive win from Michael Carter.

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SEGMENT

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David Arquette: Ok folks, we are now going to show you an interview conducted by our very own Ace Heart a few days ago with EWC legend BDC!

Scott Caan: We haven't heard from BDC since he was brutally attacked by General Manager Xplode and Project: Chaos a few weeks ago, so this is an EWC exclusive!

David Arquette: BDC asked for this interview to take place at his home in Lexington, Massachusetts due to the fact that he is still recovering from recent surgery, so, here it is!

THE EWC-Tron flares up and we see Ace Heart sitting on a chair on what looks like an EWC set. He is dressed immaculately as normal.

Ace Heart: By the light if the silvery moon, this is Ace Heart, EWC interviewer extraordinaire, coming at you LIVE from Defoe Manner! Now the man that I am about to interview is a bonafide EWC legend! Some people call him the elusive and mysterious Walrus that the Beatles sang about. Others refer to him as the Marilyn Monroe of our generation. Me, I like to think of him as my lord and saviour Nyarlathotep, the crawling chaos, but to the world of sports entertainment he is simply known as BDC . . . Or Chris Defoe . . . Except for that one time where he thought he was his dead brother, and went by the name of Karl Defoe . . . Ladies and gentlemen, I give you . . . What do I call you again?

BDC winces as he takes his seat opposite Ace. He is dressed in black track suit trousers, a red "Retribution Inc." hoody, and a Welsh flag bandana. His right arm is in a sling, and he uses his left arm to cradle his injured limb. His face is still full of bruises, although they look like they are almost healed.

BDC: Ace mate, I'm too beat up to care to be honest, but to simplify things, call me BDC or B.

Ace: Excellent! Now Mr. B, may I get straight to the point and just blurt it out. You look like hell sir!

BDC smirks and nods his head in agreement.

BDC: Yep, that I do mate, that I do. Feel it to.

Ace: Would you say that this is a direct result of the Brawl GM's attack, or from the match that you had with Luke Wolfe?

BDC: It's a combination of both Ace. X and his cronies beat the crap out of me, and I ended up with three broken ribs and a broken forearm due to that beat down. Luke simply finished the job.

Ace: So with that being said, why on earth did you still get in the ring and face Luke Wolfe after such a savage beating? Surely common sense should have prevailed, and no one would have though less of you if you had listened to the doctors and not competed.

BDC pauses for a moment and shakes his head.

BDC: Ace, with all due respect, you have no idea about what it takes to do what we do. We lay our bodies on the line each and every night, and we do it with a smile on our face. Now, with that being said, it's been a long time until I'd laced up my boots. Everyone told me that I was getting soft as I hung backstage doing paperwork and looking after the new guys and gals, so I had a point to prove. Yes, I could have, and maybe should have taken the easy way out and forfeited the match, but by doing that, X would have won.

Ace: So this was about pride then?

BDC: Pride? I suppose it's a good a reason as any. I'd been running my mouth for weeks about what I thought of X and his goons, and it was only a matter of time until they responded - and MAN did they respond! They beat the shit out of me Ace. They tried to break me, and if I'm going to be honest, they nearly did.

Ace: Do you think it was worth it?

BDC looks at his arm.

BDC: Honestly? Yes Ace, it was worth it. You see, X hit me with his best shot and I took it, and despite my injuries, I'm still standing. Bones heal Ace. Bruises come and go, but heart, pride and passion . . . These are things that can never be healed, not completely anyway. Once they are broken they are gone for a long time, and it takes a lot of soul searching to fix them.

Ace: Wow, well I may not agree with you sir, but I damn well respect you! Now, let's get back to Luke Wolfe. What do you think of this young Rampager?

BDC: What do I think of Luke Wolfe? Well Ace, I think highly of this young man. We went to war, and he came out as the better man. Now, I could sit here and bitch that I wasn't 100% percent and that the match wasn't fair, but you know what, life isn't fair. I made the decision to face him, and he beat me fair and square.

Ace: Really? You honestly don't think that your injuries cost you the match?

BDC: Look Ace, the facts technically state that my injuries were a factor in this match. A broken arm and broken ribs put me at a disadvantage I suppose, but I've overcome worse odds in the past, and at the end of the day, it is what it is. Luke beat me, end of story.

Ace: Luke Wolfe is facing the EWC World Champion Mark Storm on the next edition of FN'R in a non title match. Do you think he deserves this massive opportunity, and how do you think he will do?

BDC: It's not down to me to decide who deserves what in the EWC. When Luke beat me, he beat a former EWC, HCW and X-Division champion, so I guess that bumps him up the ladder. As for how he will do against Storm? Look, Storm is an exceptionally talented guy. He is the only talented member of Project: Chaos, and is a legitimate champion. I respect Storm for his abilities, but I haven't got a clue why he feels the need to ally himself with those chumps. I actually believe that Project: Chaos makes him a weaker person, but what do I know? Luke can do it, but he needs to get a killer instinct.

Ace: Would you mind elaborating on that please?

BDC: If Luke wants to win the big titles in the EWC, he has to stop trying to do the right thing. During our match, he avoided my injuries and tried being fair and noble. Now, while there's nothing wrong with being a good guy, it doesn't help your bank balance or fill your trophy room. If it was the other way around, I would have gone straight for his arm and ribs. I would have targeted his weaknesses and wouldn't have shown any mercy. That's the difference between being a mid carder and the main event. Luke is going to be in a war against Storm, and it is going to be a hell of a match.

Ace: Well Mr. Chris, we have spoken for quite a while now, and I thank you for your answers so far. I suppose the only question left is: Are you coming back to the roster?

BDC: That's the million pound question isn't it! Well Ace, Xplode tried his best to put me out of action, and while it would probably be sensible to do just that, I can't. Xplode, you beat me down but you made one fatal mistake. You didn't KEEP me down. Thing is X, I had you all shook up when I came back, and you didn't have a fucking clue how to deal with me. I made you look like the fool that you are, week in and week out, and I made you snap and play your hand far earlier than you intended. Now, a lot of people were wondering why the rest of Team Mac didn't come out to my rescue when I was going through that beat down, so let me tell you a little secret. A few days before Brawl, I emailed the other member of Team Mac and asked them not to get involved if I was ever on the receiving end of a beat down. I asked them to talk to the roster members that weren't decided what side they were on, and to tell them that under your regime, anyone that didn't agree with you would get hurt. Now words are never enough, and as the old saying goes, "actions speak louder than words". What we needed was a sacrifice, an act of nobility that would make the other roster members sit up and take notice. I was that sacrifice X. I took one for the team, and I have received hundreds of emails, texts and phone calls from the undecided roster members saying that you had gone too far.

You didn't beat me X! You CAN'T beat me X! I am BDC, and I won't fucking rest until you are broken into little pieces!

BDC stands up, pulls off the sling, and stretches his arm out.

BDC: Like I said, bones heal.

See you soon kids.

BDC storms off the set and Rampage cuts to commercial.

[EWC]

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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MATCH SIX

TAUFIK Vs JC STYLES

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"Freakshow" by Skillet blasts through the speakers as Taufik walks out to a sea of boos from the fans. 

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is shceduled for one fall, first making his way to the ring, from Singapore, weighing 250lbs.... Taufik!!!

He spits on the floor before making his way to the ring. Once he reaches to the apron, he praises Allah and enters the ring looking at the fans with a look of disgust.

"Until The Day I Die" by Story Of The Year 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.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent, from Milwaukee, WI, weighing 238lbs... JC Styles!!!

Taufik starts the match by colliding with JC Styles, and the brawl immediately spills outside the ring as the fans go nuts. An immediate frenzy begins as Styles wails away in an attempt to thwart the offensive by Taufik, but a stiff knee to the gut is what gets the job done. An Irish whip into the steel steps follows, and Taufik hits the heavy object with a big echo. 

David Arqutte: Well this match has gotten violent quickly.

Scott Caan: Well this is the EWC David.

John Dean bounces about inside the ring, but JC Styles blows him off while hammering Taufik with a few boots to the body, just before obeying the earlier order and tossing Taufik back inside the ring.

JC Styles goes for an early pin.

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Taufik kicks out, and it only seems to release some annoyance with JC Styles, who picks Taufik up and locks in a snap suplex, driving the man into the mat with fervor. Mounting his opponent afterwards, Styles begins to rain down some punches on Taufik, but John Dean interrupts to stop this from getting out of control. The fans dislike this, obviously.

David Arquette: That's good refereeing from John Dean, stepping in there.

Taufik recovers, and it’s enough to create an opportunity out of the distraction by reacting with a European uppercut that shocks the venue; arm colliding with jaw that administers a disgusting echo that everyone can hear. JC Styles gets rocked, falling back and into the ropes, but somehow bounces back to attempt a sloppy clothesline! Taufik defends the move, ducking the attempt and coming up from behind JC Styles to clench a German Suplex! Taufik rolls to his side and gets to his feet, but JC Styles can’t seem to keep up. Dragging his opponent back up to his feet, Taufik grapples Styles to heave him over and into the mat with a gutwrench suplex! The ring shakes with force, and Taufik goes for a pin attempt!

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Styles gets the shoulder up in time. It sends Taufik into the idea that more punishment must be served. Therefore, Taufik picks Styles up, once again, but JC Styles fights back, delivering a few flurry of left and right hands in an attempt to regain the offensive. The wild punches give leeway into a grapple – swiftly done – which results in a devastating snap DDT!

Scott Caan: Great combination move from Styles, is this opening he has been looking for.

Taufik sits up in an attempt to recover, but it’s only an opportunity for Styles to capitalize on! “The Knock-Out Kick” connects to the back of Taufik’s head, and it results in a pin attempt!

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The bell sounds, and JC Styles emerges the victor as Taufik remains motionless on the mat.

David Arquette: It's over amd Styles wins this to the delight of the crowd.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And here is your winner by pinfall... JC STYLES!!!

Winner: JC Styles

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene cuts backstage to a close up to Kurt Newman's locker room. As the camera zooms back, you can start to a see one lady standing by the door. Then another. And another, and another, and another until the camera is zoomed back enough where you can see a line full of women wrapped around the corner of the hall. Behind Kurt's door you can hear grunts and moans of two people until finally a climatic grunt. Then, dead silence. A few seconds pass and the door suddenly opens to show a hot looking blonde making her way out of the room with a very satisfied look on her face. Fixing up her hair, she walks away. Sweating and breathing deeply, Kurt with the International around his crotch makes his way out and looks at the lady next in line. The two give each other a sexy smile before Kurt leans over and whispers into her ear. She gets a huge smile on her face as she bights her lip and makes her way past Kurt to enter the room. Kurt is about to follow her but stops as he notices the camera.

Kurt: Oh hey there friend's! Kurt Newman here! One half of the EWC Tag Team Champions and holder of this very International Title.

Kurt points down at the International Title around his naked waist.

Kurt: Now for the past month or so Project Chaos and Xplodes little group of misfits and bingo hall wrestlers have been trying to make their marks here in EWC and guys like myself and the rest of Mac's marry group of wrestlers have been trying our best to hold them back. It's a deadlock now with neither side really giving up ground. Now while guys like Shadow Man, Floyd, and Wellings have been getting most of the action for our side, I've been wondering why Project Chaos haven't been setting their eyes on me lately. I mean when this whole thing started guys like Mark Storm, Gabreal Martin, and Jay Reynolds had a major hard on for me. They wanted a piece of Kurt Newman. They wanted the International Title. They wanted the Tag Team Titles. They talked, and talked, and talked some more but none of them had the balls to step over that line and cross my path. That's the problem with you boys.....all talk and when you finally do decide to fight.....it's from behind.

A hand comes from the room and tries to bring him in but Kurt holds his hand up and tells her to hold up a second.

Kurt: Hold up a second.

The hand goes back inside, giving Kurt the chance to continue the promo.

Kurt: Now I know you don't want any part of me because it'd take the entire group of Project Chaos and your buddies to take me out.......but sooner or later you're going to attack me from behind like the little child molesters that you are and you're going to put a good old beating on little old me. Well when that day comes, do me a favor and do it like true men and kick my ass when I can see it. Say a quick little hello, tell me your with the Girl Scout troop 275, and that you're going to give me a box full of knuckle cookies. And if you ever do decide to grow some and cross my path......I'll tell you right now I'm going to be bighting someone's nipple right off because I will not go down without a fight. Now if you'll excuse me.......I got something else to pound tonight.

Kurt gives a cocky grin as he makes his way into the room and closes the door behind him.

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NON TITLE MATCH
LUKE WOLFE
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David Arquette: Now i am absolutely stoked for this match up, this could easily be a pay-per-view title match, main event right here.

Scott Caan: Couldn't agree more, it's been a great night, which could be topped off by an awesome match, by two great performers.

David Arquette: Who's your money on Scott?

Scott Caan: Damn, it's too close to call, but if i were at gun point, i'd have to say, i think Luke Wolfe is eyeing up a future title match and will be closer to earning one by the end of this.

David Arquette: Brave call, i'm going with the champ, this guy is on a roll. So this will be our last round of beers here on the show, buddy.

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

From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows

Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote.

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

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun,

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

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

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen,  it's time for the main event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall, first, making his way to the ring from New York, Brooklyn, weighing 209 lbs, he is the EWC World Heavyweight Champion.... Mark Storm!!!

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,

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

A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced.

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

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

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

Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones.

And rise with me forever across the silent sand,

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

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

The lights dim down, it’s a dead silence for about five seconds when “Burn it to the Ground” by the Nickleback hits and Luke Wolfe steps out on stage.

"I got a fist full of whiskey the bottle just bit me.

That Shit makes me batshit crazy!

We got no fear, no doubt all in balls out!"

Luke walks out on stage, Looking around from side to side with a pale emotionless face. Jessica Andrews steps out behind him slowly, eventually standing side by side. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, Jessica following behind. Luke stops about half way as he flips the hood off his jacket.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent, from Atlanta, GA, weighing 215lbs... Luke Wolfe!!!

"We're going out tonight!

Ta kick down every light!

Take anything we want, take everything in sight!

We go till the world stops turnin while we burn it to the ground tonight!"

He walks down and makes his way to the ring. Walking across the ring he steps up on the corner turnbuckle and suddenly his emotionless face turns to one of anger!

"We're screamin like demons we're swining from the ceilin!

I got a fist full of fifty's Tequila just hit me!

OH, we got no class, no taste no shirt and shit faced!

We got'em lined up straight down, firing back straight crown! [/b}

As he raises his arms and forms his hands into a diamond shape, launches into a fury of punches and shouts, the camera panning over him. He takes his jacket off, stepping down he leans back into the turnbuckle. Jessica standing in his corner clapping her hands cheering him on.

"We're going out tonight!

Ta kick down every light!

Take anything we want, take everything in sight!

We go till the world stops turnin while we burn it to the ground tonight!"

The match kicks off with a traditional lockup, but Wolfe doesn’t take any of Storm’s shit, and much to the fans appreciation, Wolfe tosses Mark Storm back and into the turnbuckle with a show of power. It creates a stir, but Mark Storm keeps his cool as he steps out of the corner and raises a hand in the air – a signal for a test of strength. Luke Wolfe obliges.

David Arquette: This is exactly how i'd expect this match to begin, these two respect each other and are feeling each other out at the moment.

Both men connects palms in the air, and the struggle begins as both fight for power and dominance. It seems as if Wolfe will easily overtake Storm, but Mark fights back by leveraging his body weight and forcing himself chest to chest with Wolfe. Just as Luke Wolfe begins to administer his own leverage, Storm nudges his head against the eyelid of Wolfe, which causes the submission high-flier to lose his grip and focus. It’s downhill from there, and when Mark Storm gets Wolfe in the turnbuckle of the ring, it starts a flurry of stomps that leads to Wolfe forced in a sitting position in the ring.

Storm mouths a few words off, all silent to the crowd as the audience rages on. Wolfe begins to recover, getting to his feet, but is only met with a European uppercut that creates an echo! Mark Storm measures another, letting a European uppercut connect once more, and Wolfe sells it like a pro, reeling back with the shot and then falling out of the corner with a slight struggle.

Storm seems to stalk his prey, but plays the antics of his own as he somewhat mocks Luke Wolfe. Boos arise, and Mark Storm addresses them with a few nods of his head. Meanwhile, Luke Wolfe makes it to another turnbuckle corner and begins to recover. A sharp dash from the corner creates a mini-explosion in the venue with Storm being caught off guard. Wolfe lashes out with a few right hands, but Mark Storm shoves John Dean in the way in any attempt to thwart the assault. Skittering away, Mark Storm retreats to a hail of boos, but when John Dean sidesteps from Wolfe, Storm is able to charge Wolfe with a running big boot, driving his heel into the chin of the fantastic flier with ease.

David Arquette: What a boot from Storm.

Scott Caan: Storm will not want Wolfe being a serious contender for his title, so he knows he needs a big win tonight.

Wolfe collapses from the impact, but moments later, the action is back in the corner, where Mark Storm mounts Luke Wolfe with the intent to punch him multiple times on the temple. Wolfe catches Storm off guard, picking him up and then falling back to drop Mark into the top turnbuckle face first. The impact causes the crowd to react: OOOOH!

Wolfe seizes the opportunity and rolls up Mark Storm for the victory!

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David Arquette: Damn, i thought that was it!

Stunningly, Storm kicks out and it seems to only piss him off, while Wolfe is the one caught off guard now. Storm rushes to his feet and spin kicks an unsuspecting Luke Wolfe, who drops back and hits the ropes, but stumbles forward to only be driven into the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex! Bridge intact!

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Wolfe gets the break, and it stuns the arena, as it was a close one. Both men seem to get to their feet at the same time, but this time its Wolfe who is able to steady a few punches into Storm, who backs into the ropes and is proposed for an Irish whip by Luke Wolfe. Upon the rebound, Wolfe jumps into a thesz press, initiating some punches that rock Storm, and it’s enough to rile the crowd up!

A recovering Mark Storm hobbles to his feet and attempts a kick, but it’s caught by Luke Wolfe, and turns it into a grapple from the front. Both men break the hold, but Mark Storm is too quick for Wolfe, edging him up and onto his shoulders for a fireman’s carry, but quickly dropping him head first onto his own knee for "DYSTOPIA". The crowd reacts: OOOH!

Wolfe falls flat on his back as Storm collides against his enemy on the canvas for a pin attempt!

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The crowd roars with boos as Mark Storm gets the win, getting to his feet and having his hand raised in victory at the expense of Luke Wolfe.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And here is your winner by pinfall... The EWC World Heavyweight Champion.... MARK STORM!!!

Winner: Mark Storm

David Arquette: The champ has done it and done it without the interference from his Project: Chaos mates. What a big win.

Scott Caan: I applaud the man, Luke Wolfe is a great competitor, but Storm was too strong tonight and continues this awesome run he's on.

The ref hands Storm his championship belt and Storm celebrates and taunts the crowd, shouting that he's the best World champ in EWC history.

David Arquette: Well ladies and gentlemen, it's been another great episode of Rampage, don't forget to tune into Brawl on Monday Night. We leave you with the champ victorious here... goodnight!

Suddenly, David's head falls forward knocking off the dozen steins around him as he blacks out drunk. Scott tries to stand up but slip backwards and passes out on the time keeper as the ringside feed ends.

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene opens up in the parking lot of the EWC Stadium in Germany. Shadow Man is spotted holding a bag that reads TACOS! TACOS! TACOS!. Our hero and apparent crooner - Shadow Man - spots the cameras and makes his way over to them

What are you guys still doing here? Isn't the show over? The matches are done.. the fans have left the building, everyone is about to get and get even drunker then they probably already are. This IS Germany after all. Home of the Gettinzie Drunk. Now before I go and get some Beerzies in my bod bod, I fill up my tummy tums with some yummy yums. Tonights yummy yums is brought to you by 'Tacos! Tacos! Tacos!. They make Tacos. For my tummy. 

Shadow Man stops... and looks off into the distance.. then back into the camera..

Oh I know what you want.. you mother fuckers want another song don't you?

The camera man begins to back up and is shaking the camera in a "no" kind of way

Ok.. I can do ONE more for the fans..

You can hear the camera man say "Shit" off camera. Shadow Man puts the bag of Tacos into his car and turns on his mp3 player which blasts over his speakers. He then grabs a taco from out of the bag and uses it as a mic

Hey, do it now

Yeah, hey

Hey, Once I was a boogie singer playin' in a Rock and Roll Band

I never had no problems, yeah

Burnin' down one night stands

And everything around me, yeah

Got to stop to feelin' so low And I decided quickly (Yes I did)

To disco down and check out the show

Yeah, they was dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'

And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted

Play that funky music white boy

Play that funky music right

Play that funky music white boy

Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die

Till you die

Oh ya, ya



I tried to understand this

I thought that they were out of their minds

How could I be so foolish (How could I)

To not see I was the one behind

So still I kept on fighting

Well, losing every step of the way

I said, I must go back there (I got to go back)

And check to see if things still the same

Yeah they was dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'

And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted

Play that funky music white boy

Play that funky music right

Play that funky music white boy

Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die

Till you die, ya

Till you die



Now first it wasn't easy

Changin' Rock and Roll and minds and things were getting shaky

I thought I'd have to leave it behind

But now it's so much better (it's so much better)

I'm funking out in every way

But I'll never lose that feelin' (no I won't)

Of how I learned my lesson that day

When they were dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'

And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted

Play that funky music white boy

Play that funky music right

Play that funky music white boy

Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die

Till you die

Oh' till you die



They shouted play that funky music

(Play that funky music)

Play that funky music

(You Gotta keep on playin' funky music)

Play that funky music

(Play that funky music)

Play that funky music

(Come and take you higher, ya)

Play that funky music white boy

Play that funky music right, ya

Play that funky music white boy

Play that funky music right

Play that funky music white boy

Play that funky music right


The scene & show fades as Shadow Man starts to eat his microphone Taco while getting into his car