FNR #381 Beijing, China

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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 381
June 19th, 2015

Live from the Beijing National Stadium in Beijing, China

EWC RAMPAGE

June 19, 2015

Live From the Beijing National Stadium, Beijing, China

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 Beijing National Stadium is electrifying. Spotlights circle around the arena as the sold out crowd of 91,000 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 pyro ends and the fans are still screaming loudly as Scott Caan and David Arquette are present and happily greet the viewers. The camera scans the stadium looking to different signs written in English, some that are trnslated with subtitles from Cantonese.

'Bring the Massacre'

'Project CHAOS'

'Coalition Rulz'

'This is Mac's house'

'Bang Me Bad Guy'

'Ruthlessly Hawt!'

'RAMPAGE!'

David Arquette: We are live, from non other then Beijing China, where we take one last stop, before we rock the house, at Night Of Champions 12.

Scott Caan: hell yeah David. This is going to be a big event, where the future of EWC hangs in the balance.

David Arquette: But before we celebrate the Night Of Champions, we have an amazing Friday Night Rampage lined up. We got the tag team champions, the Dynamic Duo, in action against against the Animal Kingdom.

Soctt Caan: Non title, but still good luck to the Animal Kingdom. Might get a future title shot if they win.

David Arquette: To true. We also have Logan Havoc and Liz Smalls Squaring off.

Scott Caan: Liz had an impressive victory last week, while Logan danced with the devil. Let's see who'll take that one.

David Arquette: We also have Luke Wolfe Against Floyd Shooter.

Scott Caan: Two rising stars in EWC, and potential legends.

David Arquette: In our fourth match, Chase Westbrooke takes on Johnny Raike.

Scott Caan: Let's hope for their sake, they can be what everyone talks about at the water cooler.

David Arquette: speaking of legends, we have Gabriel Martin of Project CHAOS VS non other then B...D...C!!!!

Scott Caan: Never Underestimate BDC, and that especially goes double for Gabriel as he no longer has Xplode's support

David Arquette: Probably a good thing. Moving on, we have Leon Roberts, against Kasey Cross.

Scott Caan: the Bad guy's little sister against the devil's avatar? Might wind up being a fuck fest in there. Regardless, Leon's been on an impressive rol. Matter of fact, his only loss is against mark storm, correct?

David Arquette: Only in single's competition. Match seven, we have some fiiiine ladies in action, with Shelly Silver, versus Jessica Black.

Scott Caan: Fine pieces of ass indeed.

David Arquette: After that, we have Michael Carter going up against Randall chase Brooks.

Scott Caan: Speaking of MC, when's the next bottom line gonna happen?

David Arquette: how should I know?

Scott Caan: I was just wondering.

David Arquette: Moving on. We will also be seeing 'The Soul of Philly' TJ, against The Vigilante.

Scott Caan: This should be interesting.

David Arquette: Match ten features Melissa Davenport, facing off against Ronnie McNeil.

Scott Caan: This has been quite an awesome go-home card for us David.

David Arquette: but that's not all Scott. Because in our Main event, we got champion versus champion, as we have EWC world heavyweight champion, Mark Storm, squaring off, against THE EWC champion. Ruthless Aggression.

Scott Caan: We might as well start Night of champions now with that main event. It's like we're getting such a high profile match for free.

David Arquette: It's not a title match, but I see your point.

Scott Caan: But enough talk man. Let's get this shit started.

David Arquette: Absolutely. Because this....IS.....FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE!!!!

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SHOW OPENER
NON-TITLE MATCH

ANIMAL KINGDOM Vs DYNAMIC DUO (C)

Match Writer: Derek Wellings

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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, your first bout of the evening is a tag team match. Introducing first at a combined weight of 474 lbs, “The Python” Dustin Holt and “The Rabid Rottweiler” Brian Lansing, the ANIMAL KINGDOM!

The opening riff of "Animals" echoes through the speakers as red, green, yellow and pink lights float throughout the arena. Dustin, Brian and Wilma will step through curtains while the crowd is torn between either booing them or cheering for them. Wilma bounces down the ramp first while sticking her tongue in between her rock on symbol. Brian and Dustin walks side by side down the ramp while surveying the crowd. Wilma is already in the ring, leaning against the second ring rope while giving the camera and the crowd her middle finger. Brian and Dustin slide into the ring as they walk to different corners. Brian and Dustin pose for the crowd as Wilma joins in by bouncing off the ring ropes.

Scott Caan: Last time on Rampage these two men lost to the Brothers In Law, can they avenge that loss against the Tag Team Champions?

David Arquette: We’re about to find out bestie. Dustin Holt and Brian Lansing are due to have some slack cut their way. Will that be done here tonight?

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Their opponent’s, coming in at a combined weight of 465 lbs, they are the current EWC Tag Team Champions, the EWC International Champion Kurt Newman and the EWC Co-Hardcore Champion, Shadow Man. They are the DYNAMIC DUO!

The lights in the arena slowly begin to dim as everyone in the arena quickly gets to their feet and begin to make some noise. “Jizz In My Paints” By Lonely Island 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 their feet counting down the numbers. Once it gets to 0 large letters flash “IT'S SHOWTIME”.

A few moments later Shadow Man, with the EWC Hardcore Title around his waist, walks from behind the wall of Fog onto the stage. He stands there for a few seconds with a smirk on his face and begins to point to the fans who are screaming the loudest. The arena gets even louder as Kurt Newman makes his way out with Awesome Title and the International Title wrapped around his waist. With a cocky grin he walks behind Shadow Man and slaps him on the back.

Both wrestlers then look towards the camera with a cocky yet confident look on their face as they begin to walk down the ramp and towards the ring. On the way they make silly faces into the camera. After waving at the fans while walking down the ramp Shadow and Kurt run and slide 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 while Kurt jumps over the top rope.

Shadow 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! Kurt meanwhile stands in the middle of the ring and holds up the International title and the Awesome Title as fans begin to cover the ring with streamers. Shadow then jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around and leans in the corner and awaits for the match to begin as Kurt hands over his titles to EWC staff.

David Arquette: Our Hardcore Champion after drawing against Derek Wellings a few months back has found his way back on the winning side. Kurt Newman has had a few rough matches but likewise sticks to his winning ways. Can our champs continue their winning ways into Night of Champions?

Scott Caan: I personally think they can do this. They aren’t Hardcore and International Champions for no reason. They’ve faced harder enemies before and beaten them. Tonight we get to see if they can continue their domination of the EWC Tag Team Division.

The Dynamic Duo, angry and ready to start the match jump on their opponents and begin to beat them down. Kurt and Brian are the first two to get out of the ring. They start beating each other rough on the outside while the Dustin and Shadow are still in the ring. Kurt hits a vicious Spinebuster on the outside. Brian yells loudly but Kurt ignores his cries for pain as he pulls his opponent then Irish Whips him into a turnbuckle. The crowd cheers on the newly found viciousness of the EWC Tag Team Champions. Newman runs over and hits a Running Heel Kick on his opponent’s skull, sandwiching it into the turnbuckle.

Scott Caan: I’ve never seen our International Champion just release such an assault on any opponent before. I don’t know about the fans, but this is a first I’ve seen of Kurt Newman.

David Arquette: He needs to remind everyone, while he loves fun and games, Kurt Newman is here to win. The Animal Kingdom isn’t completely out of this yet, their opponent’s just might burn out all their energy then Brian and Dustin can get the win.

Shadow Man hits a Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex on his opponent, runs over and drop kicks Dustin in his chest. He doesn’t let up as Shadow grabs his opponent’s arm and Face Washes him across the bottom rope. As he nears the turnbuckle, he pulls him up, hit a Spinning Spinebuster. Then he hits a quick Russian Legsweep, looking at his tag partner, Shadow Man calls out to Kurt Newman.

The International Champion throws Brian Lansing into the ring under the bottom rope. The Dynamic Duo get Animal Kingdom to their feet, first they toss their opponent’s to the ropes. Kurt hits a Foot In Mouth on Dustin as Shadow Man hits The Death Penalty on Brian Lansing, who rolls out the ring. The referee tries restoring order but the Dynamic Duo listen to the roaring crowd and Dynamic Duo hits the Darkness Reincarnated!!! Shadow Man goes for the cover as Kurt counts along with the referee…



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The Dynamic Duo stand triumphantly over Animal Kingdom as “Jizz In My Pants” hits the PA system.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here are you winners, the EWC Tag Team Champions, DYNAMIC DUO!

WINNERS BY PIN FALL: KURT NEWMAN & SHADOW MAN, THE DYNAMIC DUO

Scott Caan: That’s it! The Tag Team champions won in a flawless victory! I think that’s the first we’ve ever seen on Rampage!

David Arquette: I think you’re right too! The Animal Kingdom has been hosed on again in their second appearance in a row! The EWC Tag Team Champions show off why they earned those titles! Folks we got a lot more! Stay tuned!

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BACKSTAGE

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Luke Wolfe pulls into the parking lot of the Beijing National Stadium. Ace Heart is waiting outside to get a word with him before he heads inside. Luke grabs his duffel out of the trunk and slams it shut, waving off Ace, showing he doesn't want to talk.

Ace Heart: Luke! Luke! What are you thinking about tonight with your big match at Night of Champions coming up? It has to be on your mind.

Luke Wolfe: The only thing I’m thinking about is Floyd Shooter, wish I had more for you.

Ace Heart: Come on, at least give us a prediction! How about the main event? You’ve been in the ring with Storm, and I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of tape on Ruthless Aggression, who’s gonna win tonight’s clash of Champions???

Luke Wolfe: I can tell you this, if there is one thing I’ve learned in my life… It’s that the only thing that’s for sure… is nothing’s for sure.

Luke heads inside.

Ace Heart: Come’on Luke you gotta give me more than that!

Fade to commercial...

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BACKSTAGE

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The camera opens up backstage in the dressing room of Liz Smalls, who is being joined by her boyfriend and newest signee to EWC, Kris Halich. Liz is dressed in her ring gear and a #LizStrong t-shirt. Kris is standing behind her, rubbing her shoulders gently while seemingly giving her a pre-match pep talk.

Kris: I've been telling you all day beautiful, you've got this tonight. You are Liz Smalls. The fans come to see people like you.

Kris shrugs before adding the next part.

Kris: They may be coming to see you get beat up, but, still, they are coming for you.

Liz: HEY! They shouldn't want to see me get beat up. They should want to see me for my Nails by Liz, for the World's Prettiest Dropkick, or for the Legend Maker.

Kris: Regardless, they aren't here to see someone like Logan Havoc. He may be the most talented guy ever in the ring, the fact is what else does he have? He lacks the charisma that you have, star factor is nowhere near yours, and...he doesn't have me in his corner.

Kris continues tending to his girlfriends shoulders, working out the tension.

Liz: Hmm, I guess you're right.

The 'Coast 2 Coast Covergirl' pulls away from Kris and begins shaking out her arms, getting the nerves out.

Liz: Kris, no matter how many matches I wrestle, something feels different here.

Liz turns around to face Kris. He slowly takes her hands into his, giving them a light squeeze.

Kris: What feels different? You've had world title matches, career matches, you've wrestled in front of thousands of people countless times. What makes this any different?

Liz: This is the EWC, and even though Logan looks like a freaky weaky, what if he gets a hold of me? O-M-G, Kris, what if he grabs my hair? My beautiful...pretty...gorgeous, blonde hair?

Kris chuckles and lets go of one of Liz's hand and places his hand on top of Liz's head, nearly sending her into a frenzy as she shouts at him.

Liz: MY HAIR!!!!

Kris: Shhhh...it looks fine. More than fine even, it looks amazing.

Kris lowers his hand from Liz' head and wraps both hands around her waist, pulling her in closely. He leans his head down to look into her eyes.

Kris: You're going to do great tonight. Night of Champions is right around the corner, and you are going into that event with a winning record of 2-1 in EWC. Regardless of what happens, I'll be right back here when your match is over waiting for you. If he hurts you, I'll make you feel better. But, I'm counting on you hurting him. Make a legend tonight Ms.Legend Maker.

Kris plants a kiss on her forehead as Liz smiles and pulls away.

Liz: Okies, I can do this. Logan is going down. You better be here when I get back!

Liz walks to the door and opens it, glancing back at Kris one more time before walking out into the hallway, ready to head towards the ring. Almost immediately upon exiting her dressing room, she bumps into a backstage crew member.

Liz: O-M-G can't you watch where you're going!? You could have ran me over, you could have knocked me to the ground and got my ring gear dirty! How do you think President Mac would feel if his newest star had to have a speck of dirt on her, in HD on tv, because of someone like YOU? Someone who doesn't even matter because nobody knows who you are?

The crew member stutters, wiping at his moustache nervously trying to gather an answer for Liz.

Crew Member: I-it was an accident Miss Smalls. I assure you.

Liz: Well if it EVER happens again, I'll slap that stupid moustache thingy off your face. Got it?

Crew Member: G-I-I got it, maam.

Liz: LOSER!

Liz marches by him, making her way towards the ring to face off with Logan Havoc, NEXT!

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MATCH TWO

LOGAN HAVOC Vs LIZ SMALLS

Match Writer: BDC

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Emmanuelle Chiriqui: Ladies and gentlemen. The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. Standing at 6 feet tall, and weighing in at 180lbs. He hails from Cincinnati, Ohio . . . . LOGAN HAVOK!!!!!

"Bad Things" by Wednesday 13 kicks into the arena as the EWC fans start booing. The arena turns black with a spotlight shining to Logan Havoc as he walks out slowly to the stage and stands there as the smoke starts to rise up. Logan, slowly, looks up at the ring and makes his horrid evil grin of his as the water drips down his hair. Logan starts to walk down the ramp as the lighting changes from black to flashing lights around the arena. Logan stops at ringside and looks around the arena, while giving the sinister chuckle to himself as the camera starts picking it up. Logan hops onto the apron, goes onto the second rope outside of the ring and makes the signature throat cutting taunt following Logan making a gun with his hands and pointing it into the air. Logan gets into the ring and looks around the arena as he awaits for the match to start.

David Arquette: Wow, this guy looks . . .

Scott Caan: . . . Crazy David?

David Arquette: Yeah, that's the word I was looking for partner!

Scott Caan: Well, I have to agree with you there. I have to say though - I'm a little worried about how this match will turn out.

David Arquette: Really? Why's that Scott?

Scott Caan: I've done some research on Havok, and he is a bonafide ultra-hardcore fighter! He's as tough as nails, and he loves to hurt his opponents.

David Arquette: This ain't ballet Scott, but I see where you are coming from. Liz Smalls is quite literally fighting for her life tonight!

Scott Caan: That she is . . . David . . .

David Arquette: Yes?

Scott Caan: I've asked you before not to use the ballet dancer analogy. Ballet dancers are top athletes in their own right, and extremely highly disciplined. It's not a fair comment to be honest!

David Arquette: . . . Ok . . .

Emmanuelle Chiriqui: And his opponent. Standing at 5'4", and weighing in at 115lbs. She hails from San Francisco, California . . . THE COAST 2 COAST COVER GIRL . . . LIZ SMALLS!!!!!

'Live For The Night' plays as pink and purple spotlights flash on the entranceway. A giant magazine cover of Liz Smalls is the curtain for her entrance as she walks from behind it with the spotlights flashing on her. Paparazzi trail behind her, snapping pictures as she walks to the ring, waving at the fans. Two of the paparazzi men hop onto the ring apron and each grab one of Liz' arms as they lift her up onto the apron and then hold the ropes so she can enter the ring. Logan laughs out loud and flicks Liz the bird. Liz opens her mouth in shock and disgust, and gives Havok a look that says "How F word dare you!"

David Arquette: She didn't look happy with that!

Scott Caan: Nope, and I don't blame her.

The ref asks both competitors if they are ready, and call for the bell.

David Arquette: And we're off!

Scott Caan: I'm really nervous about this match partner.

Havok rushes over to Liz and attempts to hit a Double Axe Handle, but she sees it coming, drops to the mat, and rolls out of the ring. Havok quickly jumps through the middle rope and runs after her. Liz slides back into the ring, and drops a knee onto Havok's neck as he tries following her. He grasps his neck in pain. Liz wastes no time and starts stomping on his head. She lifts his head off the mat, and slams it down hard. She rolls Havok over and goes for the pin.



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Havok kicks out.

David Arquette: Liz went for a quick win there.

Scott Caan: That's exactly what she needs to do David. If this turns into a war of attrition, she loses 99% out of a hundred, so she's got to stay smart and use her intelligence.

Liz gets to her feet and runs her fingers through her hair. Havok gets up, slaps himself hard on his cheeks, and screams "TRY THAT AGAIN, BITCH". Liz blows him a kiss, which makes Havok launch at her again. She tries rolling out again, but is too slow this time. Havok grabs a handful of hair,, yanks her to her feet, and slaps her hard across her face - all the while keeping a hold of her hair. The crowd boo loudly.

David Arquette: What a coward!

Scott Caan: It's not pretty David, but, she knew what to expect when she signed to the EWC.

Liz clutches her face and it looks like she's crying. Havok laughs out loud, and brings his hand back to slap her again. This time though, Liz pre-empts it and slams her heel down on his foot. Haok lets go, and Liz bounces off the ropes and hits him with a Running Body Press. He hits the deck, and she rakes his face with her nails and slaps the hell out of him, drawing blood and breaking two of her nails in the process.

David Arquette: Oh wow! I don't know if those tears were real, or just a ruse to put Havok off his game!

Scott Caan: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned . . . or in this case, a woman who's had her hair messed up and broken her nails!

David Arquette: I believe that she calls that maneuver: "That Time Of The Match"!

Scott Caan: Well, maybe it's "That Time For The Win"?

Liz stands up and is furious. She looks at her broken nails, and stomps her feet in anger. Havok gets up to his knees, and Liz bounces off the ropes and hits him with an Enziguri Kick, straight to his head.

David Arquette: I don't believe what I'm seeing here. Liz Smalls is dominating this match!

Scott Caan: She is indeed David! Logan Havok clearly underestimated her, and he paying the price. Sure, he's been in many extreme matches, but this is what I like to call a "bitch fight" - all tooth and broken nails!

David Arquette: She looks impressive, and it can only help her career, what with Night of Champions right around the corner!

Scott Caan: I'd say that she is definitely a contender for a title here in the EWC! I mean, let's be honest - the ACE-Invasion thing was a bit of a joke, wasn't it.

David Arquette: It had all of the potential in the world Scott, but, it just wasn't to be. Liz had a choice: Disappear into obscurity or embrace this opportunity to become a legend in the EWC, and it looks like she's chosen the latter.

Scott Caan: We can't count Logan Havok out though - this match is far from over!

Liz goes for the pin, but Havok kicks out before the ref even has the chance to count to one. He launches Liz off of him, slams the floor in anger, and launches into a flurry of punches. Liz covers up and rolls into a ball near the corner. He drags her to her feet, and throws her into the corner and starts hitting her with vicious Machine Gun Knife Edge Chops. His face is bleeding from when she raked it earlier, so he runs his hand over the wound, and smears her face with his blood.

David Arquette: That's too much!

Scott Caan: He's a vile human being, but, he has to fight a woman, so he has to launch some sort of offensive to win the match. He's in a lose lose situation David!

Havok laughs, and slaps her cheek again. He taunts the crowd, and walks to the opposite turnbuckle. He flicks her the bird again, and runs towards her with the intent of hitting a running boot. Liz reacts quickly and moves. Havok's leg collides with the middle turnbuckle, and he collapses to a knee, writhing in agony. Liz wastes no time and climbs to the top rope and launches into "The Legend Maker"!

David Arquette: That's it, this match is over!

Scott Caan: I've never seen her execute that move before with such power and conviction!

David Arquette: She obviously believes that Havok went too far!

Liz wipes the blood off her cheek. Her hands are shaking, and she looks horrified. She screams in anger and jumps straight onto the top turnbuckle again.

David Arquette: No way!

Scott Caan: I know he arguably went too far, but Liz doesn't need to do this!

Liz launches into the air again and hits "The Legend Maker" for a second time! She rolls Havok over, and pins him:




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Emmanuelle Chiriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pin fall . . . LIZ SMALLS!!!

David Arquette: Wow, just wow!

Scott Caan: That was a hell of an impressive victory there by the Coast 2 Coast Covergirl!

Liz rolls off Logan Havok and leaves the ring instantly. She covers her face with her hands and runs up the ramp and into the backstage area.

David Arquette: Vanity Scott. Sure, it can be a weakness, but she turned it into a strength tonight.

Scott Caan: Look, she's a beautiful woman, and like I said earlier; it could be argued Logan Havok went too far tonight, but, it could also be argued that that's what inspired her to get the win. She needs to get over the fear of looking bad in the ring.

David Arquette: I agree partner, but with that being said, Liz Smalls got herself another hard fought victory here tonight, so that's got to put her in good standing leading into Night of Champions!

Scott Caan: Well, that's not our call David, but, if there's any justice in the world, she should see herself in a title hunt of some sort, but we'll just have to wait and see!

Winner: Liz Smalls

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COMMERCIAL

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MATCH THREE

LUKE WOLFE Vs FLOYD SHOOTER

Match Writer: Derek Wellings

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Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Atlanda, Georgia, standing in at 5’10” and weighing in at 215 lbs. He is LUKE WOLFE!

The lights dim down, it’s a dead silence for about five seconds when “Evil Ways” by the Blue Saraceno hits and Luke Wolfe steps out on stage. Luke walks out on stage, Looking around from side to side with a pale emotionless face. He slowly makes his way down the ramp. Luke stops about half way as he flips the hood off his jacket. 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! 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.

David Arquette: In a few short weeks, this man will be fighting for the EWC International Championship against Kurt Newman. Will he be going into Night of Champions XII ready for a championship shot or will he be the underdog?

Scott Caan: Luke Wolfe is ready for the world. I think he’s ready for his opponent title and his title shot in a few short weeks.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: His opponent from Huston, Texas standing in at 6’3” and weighing 196 lbs, he is FLOYD “SHERIFF” SHOOTER!

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

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

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

Scott Caan: This young man has been hit up pretty hard the past few weeks, can he turn his luck around?

David Arquette: Are you kidding me? Floyd Shooter has a good chance of turning that bad luck good!

The referee checks both men, then calls for the bell. The two lock up and Floyd gets the upper hand as he drives a knee into his opponent’s gut. Floyd hit’s several punches on Luke and it pushes him against the ropes. The Sheriff hits an Irish Whip then hits a Samoan Drop. Staying on his opponent, Floyd fires several punches over the head of his opponent.

David Arquette: The Sheriff’s bringing the fight to Luke Wolfe.

Scott Caan: But Luke Wolfe lives up to his name, he’s willing to do what he needs to survive.

Luke Wolfe wraps his around his opponent’s waist and manages to roll him over. Wolfe fires several fists into his opponent’s face to the crowd’s explosion. Standing up with his opponent, Luke hits a Drop Kick into his opponent’s chest and attempts a Rear Naked Choke but Floyd manages to get his leg on the rope to break the hold. They break up but Luke stays on top of his opponent, hits a Snap Suplex and then drops several Hammer Punches to his opponent’s face.

Scott Caan: Luke Wolfe turned this match around. We’re seeing why Luke Wolfe earned his International Championship shot here tonight.

David Arquette: Right you are buddy! Luke Wolfe is going to fighting for the International Championship at Night of Championship while we’re unsure of what fate has in store for Floyd Shooter. Will he have a title rematch against Nathan Creed or will he be watching from the sidelines?

Not letting up his assault, Luke pulls Floyd up, hits a Irish Whip then a Lou Thez Press. After seven or eight punches, he bounces off the ropes, hits an elbow over his opponent’s face, pulls him up to hit the Face Breaker and goes for a pin!...


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Luke Wolfe jumps up as Floyd lays motionless and beaten at his opponent’s feet.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner by pin fall, LUKE WOLFE!

WINNER BY PIN FALL: LUKE WOLFE[/B]

David Arquette: Luke Wolfe is going into Night of Champions XII on fire!

Scott Caan: I wonder if Kurt Newman is watching this match? He’s gotta be a little nervous about his opponent soon. Don’t go anywhere folks, we’ll be right back.

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COMMERCIAL

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A commercial is cued, but a commercial you do not get. In its place, a vignette going as far back in time as humanly possible... or INhumanly possible of you want to  get technical about it. And fuck you if you do.

In the beginning, there was darkness. Nothingness. The void. Then, a spark occurs accompanied with a sound not unlike a flicked lighter. After several more of these visuals and sounds, a bang goes off!

One might say a... BIG Bang?

Anyway, from that final spark, a shock wave expands from its centre, and in its wake is left behind the embryonic aspects of an entire universe: stars of all sizes scattered across the infinite plains, some bits of matter that congregate and form superheated spheres that eventually cool into moons and planets.

And floating amongst the new bits and pieces of creation is a humanoid shape. Within its hands hung at its sides is a lighter. In its mouth, a cigar.

"Now this.. thiiiiis shit ruh-right here... is boring... as... fuuuuuuuuuck!"

Of course, you're well aware that swimming through the cosmic seas at the dawn of time itself is none other than the EWC's resident nightmarish unliving entity... Living Dead Karl!

He exhales a cloud of smoke that lingers. He coughs and tries to wave it away, but it's not going anywhere, so he floats away from it.

"No strippers, no carcasses, nuh-no moooootherfuckers to beat the SHEE-IT out of, and worst of all, once I'm done this cigar, THAT'S IT! You see any cigars fuh-fuh-fuh-floating around here? DO you? Nah. And thuh-THAT'S gonna make Living Dead Karl pissed a-as FUCK! So what'm I gonna doooo?"

Three globes away from a larger star, LDK comes upon a particular sphere that's already solidified into a rocky orb. Orbiting it is a much smaller one.

"I'm gonna make THIS wuh-wooooorld in MY image, you pricks!"

He then proceeds to urinate on the globe like the disgusting piece of shit he is.

"There! Bo-bodies of w-w-water!"

Now, despite the unnatural yellowish-green colour of the liquid now pressed onto the globe and sticking to it due to gravity, it's beginning to look a lot like Earth!

"The world ain't BIG enough t-to handle me..."

LDK carves some shapes into the surface of the planet: volcanoes, valleys, mountains, rivers, lakes, and the like.

"Then FUCK this planet! FUCK Ear-Earth!"

On the other side of it, he carves a face into a large portion on dry land... his own face!!

"Welcome to planet KARL!"

The face begins to come alive, looking around, eyes stopping on its creator. A scowl forms and it hisses and shrieks. The resentment of being animated by such a loathsome creature is more than it can bear! As time progresses, it will take out its anger and frustration on any and all life that will eventually form upon it.

"And ain't NONE of you emo-ass motherfuckerssssss allOWED here! Oh, not unless, unless you wanna be-become the main COURSE, that is! In fact, come one, cuh-come ALL, bitchessssss! Ha ha ha ha haaa!!!"

And as LDK laughs it up, the scene pans back to the zombie face on Earth- err, Karl... which is OF Karl... huh...

"This is too unbelievable a skit even for ME!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Then another horrid sticky stream of vile piss shoots out, blasting the Karl face in the mouth! It groans and spits in utter disgust, followed by retching and some more spitting.

"Fuck YOU, you vile motherfucker!!"

But all LDK does is laugh and laugh.

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He's been there from the beginning, interacting with history in the worst ways possible.

But there's nothing you can do but watch on. You can't UNwatch what you've seen these past few weeks, er, few eons.

Our story is done. You know all there is to know about the primordial horror that is Living Dead Karl.

And now the real fun begins. No tales of gruesome monsters hold a candle to the ones you've become privy to.

Now, Living Dead Karl is unleashed upon the EWC. If you thought he was bad THEN, well, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Motherfucker.

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And with that little bit of narration over with, all that can be heard is the sound of Living Dead Karl's horrible laughter before the scene cuts back to reality.

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MATCH FOUR

CHASE WESTBROOK Vs JOHNNY RAIKE

Match Writer: Luke Wolfe

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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall introducing first from West Hollywood, California weighing in at 170 pounds Chase Westbrook!!!

The lights dim and the crowd grows silent, green and purple smoke rise from the floor level as the beat to “M’s” By A$AP Rocky blares through the speakers, Chase makes his way out wearing a “I’m A Model” t-shirt along with some sweat shorts that stop at his knee cap. Chase makes his way down the ramp looking in both directions acknowledging the crowd before making it to the apron, he slides underneath the ropes and into the ring bouncing off each apron.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent from Queens, New York weighing in at 195 pounds Johnny Raike!!!

Johnny enters as the singing starts, eyes half closed in sensual enjoyment of the song, hardly noticing the crowd or it's reaction to him. He half floats, half saunters down to the ring, running his hands over his chest, and handing out his card to attractive members of the audience.

The bell rings and the two men start circling each other in the ring. They hook up in the center of the ring. Raike slings Westbrook into the corner turnbuckle! Followed up by four solid knife edge chops to his chest the crowd chants “Whoo” with every welt! Westbrook stumbles forward clutching his chest, Raike runs up from behind him and nails a bulldog as Westbrooks face bounces off the mat. Before Westbrook can react Raike has picked him up and he slings him shoulder first into the corner turnbuckle! Raike walks up behind him and rakes the back Westbrook screams out in pain as he walks off stumbling to his knees.

David Arquette: This is ALL Raike early on!

Scott Caan: We’ll have to see if Westbrook can recover!

Raike stands infront of Westbrook who is on his knees and sends a series of stiff kicks from side to side! Followed up with a spinning kick to the back of the head! Dropping him on the mat! Raike walks over to the corner grabbing his flask and he downs it, the ref pulls the flask out of his hand and before the ref turns around sprays a whiskey mist in the eyes of Westbrook!

David Arquette: Man Westbrook can’t hold his liquor!

Scott Caan: Nice, nice one Dave.

As Westbrook stumbles around trying to rub the whiskey out of his eyes he walks straight into Raike who is waiting for him! He grabs him hoisting him up into the air! FULL FRONTAL!!! He goes for the cover!!!

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David Arquette: That’s it! Raike took Westbrook to school!

Scott Caan: I don’t think Westbrook got one offensive move in…

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner… Johnny Raike!!!

The crowd is impressed with Raike giving him a decent ovation. Westbrook is still on the ground trying to rub the whiskey out of his eyes.

Winner: Johnny Raike

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BACKSTAGE

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Kurt Newman: Great match guys! Hell of a show!



Sitting in the front row, Kurt has a microphone in his hand as he looks at both Floyd and Wolfe in the ring.



Kurt Newman: Just some awesome stuff right folks?



Kurt looks around and notices that no one can even understand what he's saying. With an acquired smile on his face, Kurt looks back at the ring as Floyd rolls out of the ring, knowing that he's not the one Kurt wants to talk to.



Kurt Newman: Now Wolfe, while you do the strong and silent treatment to intimidate me.......I'm going to get straight to the point and communicate like you like a normal human being would.



With the International Title in hand, Kurt jumps the guard rail and enters the ring to meet Wolfe right in the middle of the ring. The arena goes nuts as the two stand face to face with neither man moving an inch.



Kurt Newman: At Night of Champions, the two of us are going to step in that ring and beat the living shit out of one another. I know what you can do and you know what I can do. This is going to be a war Wolfe that will most likely take years out of our careers. So to make this match even better and most likely steal the show, I'm going to make this a very special type of match. Now I've already ran this past management and they gave me the ok. So, without further adieu........



Kurt slowly turns his head and looks at the entrance ramp.



Kurt Newman: Hey Jimmy! Bring it out!



A few seconds pass until a midget comes walking out pulling part of a red wagon. The wagon suddenly stops though as the object gets caught in the curtains of the entrance ramp. The midget has a confused look on his as the wagon can no longer move. Finally realizing the wagon is stuck, the midget quickly tries his best to get the object unstuck. Meanwhile in the ring, Kurt looks frustrated and embarrassed as he looks at the predicament unfolding in front of him.



Kurt Newman: You have to move the curtain Jimmy! No the other way! Can someone in the back help Jimmy out?!? He's having problems and he can't reach some of the areas because he's short.



Kurt takes a deep breathe as he looks back at Wolfe who's a little irritated by now. Kurt senses this and does his best to keep him calm.



Kurt Newman: Sorry man, this should only take a sec. I promise this has never happened before. I just want to say...........



Before Kurt can say another word, Luke grabs the microphone away from Kurt.



Luke Wolfe: Get to the point, or you're gonna get hurt.



Luke suddenly stops as he notices the object making its way past the entrance curtain. The arena erupts with commotion as the object on the red wagon is none other than a barbed wire ladder. Luke is speechless as the ladder stands at the foot of the ramp. Kurt, with a slight grin on his face, carefully takes the microphone away from Luke.



Kurt Newman: A thing of beauty don't you think? That my friend is a barbed wire ladder. Each step is wrapped in barbed wire. At the top of the ring, my International Title will hang. Only way to get it? By climbing that ladder all the way to the top. Step by step as those razors dig into your skin and shred away chunks of you. The ultimate show case of just how badly someone wants to get a title......don't you think?



The smile on Kurt's face soon goes away as Kurt gets closer to Luke. The two men stare each other down as Kurt holds the International Title up to his chest.



Kurt Newman: You want this title from me Wolfe? The title I worked my ass off to make relevant in this fed. The title that people talk about more than the rest of the titles here in EWC. I made this title what it is today Wolfe but there is so much more work to be done with it, and the only guy that has a vision to make this title, the title to have here in EWC, is me. So do what ever you have to do to get yourself ready for this match Wolfe because it's going to take everything that you got and then some to take this title away from me!


Luke just stares at Newman, with a blank emotionless face.



Kurt Newman: Lets just see how bad you want my International Title as those razors rip through your skin and hands.


Luke slowly reaches down and pulls the mic out of Newman's hand.


Luke Wolfe: You wanna see who want's it more? You wanna see who is willing to bleed for that strap? I wanna see what you're insides look like! So bring your barbed wire razor ladder and we'll see just how much blood you're willing to spill. Are you prepared to die??? Because I am!



Luke drops the mic as the two stare at one another as Kurt holds the International Title up in the air.

Fade to commercial...

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MATCH FIVE

GABREAL MARTIN Vs BDC

Match Writer: Michael Saint

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The lights go out as the intro to Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold plays.
As the guitar kicks in we get an explosion of pyro and a pale orange spotlight shines on Gabreal Martin as he comes from the curtain to the ring with El Chupacabra and Olivia Saint by his side.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Los Angeles, California weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds Gabreal Martin!!!!

Gabreal stands in the center of the ring kneeling in almost a bow with arms out hands facing down.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent weighing at three hundred and ten pounds BDC!!!!!!!!!!!

White neon lights flicker throughout the arena and "Fallout" by Alter Bridge blasts from the arena's PA system. The crowd cheer loudly as the man, the myth, the legend BDC walks from behind the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp. The EWC - Tron shows the Welsh National Flag, and red, white and green pyro shoot high into the air and he then heads toward the ring. He climbs over the top rope and proceeds to climb each turnbuckle one at a time, raising his right arm in the air. He then jumps up and down a little in the centre of the ring and waits for his opponent. BDC walks to one of the turnbuckles and lean back into it and stretch his arms across the ropes - a bored and sarcastic expression on his face.

Gabreal takes the mic away from Emmanuelle

Gabreal Martin: You know BDC I have been waiting a long time for this and I love having my lady and my friend out here with me, but tonight that just can't happen. I want no interference, so Olivia and El Chupacabra go to the back I need to do this one alone.

BDC shakes his head as Olivia and Chupa leave and go do the back.

Gbareal Martin: Alright lets do this shit.

The bell rings and the two men start to circle on another in the center of the ring. Gabreal goes for a single leg takedown, but BDC shrugs him off. Gabreal with a go behind and once again BDC powers out of the hold like Gabreal is nothing. BDC and Gabreal lock up and BDC shoves Gabreal down to the mat. BDC goes to stomp on his smaller opponent, but Gabreal rolls out of the way. Gabreal is to his feet. BDC goes for a clothesline, but Gabreal ducks under and when BDC turns around he gets three quick kicks to his shins. Gabreal off the ropes and goes to dropkick the knee of the big man, but BDC gets out of the way. Both men to their feet. BDC with a boot to the gut and scoops up Gabreal for a slam, but Gabreal is able to get out of the way and behind BDC. Gabreal with a waistlock from behind and looks to be going for a german suplex, but BDC just shakes his head and hits a back elbow to the side of Gabreal's head.

Scott Caan: I wonder if Gabreal is worried. He is not doing a lot out there.

David Arquette: Gabreal never worries. BDC is the biggest person he has ever faced. Really I am not sure why he is going for the power moves and not using his speed to his advantage.

Scott Caan: Exactly. The very idea of Gabreal at five foot eleven and one hundred and ninety pounds giving a german suplex to the six foot eleven and three hundred ten pound BDC is just idiotic. I know Gabreal has a lot of flash out there, but come on he knows better.

BDC with a boot and gets behind Gabreal and himself goes for a german suplex, but Gabreal is able to back flip out of the move. Gabreal off the ropes and dropkicks the big man which causes BDC to stumble a bit. A second dropkick that causes BDC to rock. A third dropkick that finally send the big man down! Gabreal gets on the mat and slaps on a side headlock. Gabreal starts to crank on the hold, which does no good at all as BDC gets to his feet and tosses Gabreal who lands on his feet. Gabreal with another dropkick this time end sends the big man over the top to the outside, but BDC lands on his feet. Gabreal hits the ropes and comes off with an over the top rope somersault plancha to the outside onto BDC. Gabreal gets to his feet and starts to stomp away on BDC on the outside. BDC starts to get up and Gabreal charges and is caught by BDC who presses him overhead and tosses him from the floor over the top back into the ring! BDC gets in the ring as well and puts one foot on the chest of Gabreal as a cover

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Scott Caan: Oh come on BDC you know better.

David Arquette: Yes he does, but it is less about winning there and more about getting into the head of his opponent. Mind games by BDC.

Gabreal gets to his feet and attempts to get in the face of BDC who pie faces him to the mat. Gabrela is up and hits a leaping forearm shot. A second forearm shot. A third forearm shot and the big man is once again down. Gabreal goes to out BDC in the Hayden Lock while he is down on the mat, but BDC rolls out of the ring. Gabreal stands in the middle of the ring and taunts BDC who has a pissed off look on his face. BDC is in the ring and goes for a clothesline, but Gabreal ducks under. Gabreal from behind with a chop block to the knee of BDC. BDC is at a knee and Gabreal hits him with a short complete shot. Gabreal starts to choke the big man for a few seconds before the ref makes him stop. Gabreal goes to the ropes and comes off with a springboard moonsault, but BDC is able to get his knees up and into the stomach of Gabreal. Gabreal is on his knees as BDC comes off the ropes and gives him a vicious kick to the face. BDC picks up Gabreal with ease and goes to lock him in the Lights Out, but Gabreal drops down to the mat. BDC goes to stomp on the face of Gabreal who rolls out of the ring. Gabreal gets on the apron and BDC charges, but eats a kick to the side of the head. BDC staggers and Gabreal comes back into the ring with a springboard crossbody but he is caught by BDC who gives him a big time back breaker! Gabreal gets to his feet and gets one punch from BDC. A second punch from BDC. A little flip flop and fly from BDC and a big ass clothesline that send Gabreal down to the mat. BDC hits the ropes and comes back with A BIONIC ELBOW!

Scott Caan: A little nod to the Dream there with that move.

David Arquette: Yeah, but I do not remember Dusty ever dropping that Bionic Elbow with over three hundred pounds behind it!

BDC goes for a cover

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kickout by Gabreal. BDC with a smile on his face and picks up Gabreal for another stalling suplex, but this time Gabreal rakes the eyes which causes BDC to fall into a small package roll up by Gabreal

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kickout by BDC. Both men up. Gabreal off the ropes and eats a big boot from BDC. BDC on the middle ropes and drops a leg on Gabreal.

Scott Caan: A little Backlash action from BDC.

David Arquette: You do not see a man of that size go even as high as the second rope and that is why BDC is such a special athlete.

BDC with a cover

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Gabreal mounts the back of BDC and starts to rain down blows on the back of his head. The ref forces Gabreal to get off BDC. BDC gets to a knee and Gabreal with a snap DDT. Cover by GAbreal

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Gabreal once again mounts the big man and start to punch away at him until the ref makes him stop. BDC at a knee and Gabreal goes for another DDT, but BDC blocks it throwing him away. Gabreal off the ropes and hits a modified enzugiri. Gabreal on the apron and when BDC gets to a knee Gabreal springboards in and dropkicks him in the face!

Scott Caan: Gabreal finally finds his rhythm out there.

David Arquette: Looks to be focusing on the head of BDC. Possibly softening him up for his Hayden Lock and wanting to make him tap out a second time.

Gabreal off the ropes and drops a knee on the back of BDC's head. BDC gets to a knee and Boma Ye to the back of his head

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Scott Caan: Come on seriously.

David Arquette: Gabreal can play mind games also, but that one might come back to haunt him.

Gabreal taunts BDC and kicks his head. BDC is to a knee and once again Gabreal goes for a Boma Ye, but this time BDC explodes at him hitting The Chronosphear! BDC gets to his feet and shakes the cob webs loose. Gabreal is up and BDC goes for a big boot, but Gabreal ducks under. Gabreal comes off the rope with a single leg dropkick to BDC that puts him down. Gabreal goes over to a corner and starts to take the cover off. BDC goes over to Gabreal who hits him with a back kick to the gut. Gabreal grabs the head of BDC and goes to ram him face first into the exposed turnbuckle, but BDC blocks it. Gabreal with a n eye poke and once again goes to ram BDC face first into the exposed turnbuckle, but BDC still won't let him. BDC picks up Gabreal from behind and delivers a german suplex. A second. A third! BDC with a cover


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Scott Caan: Gabreal refusing to go down here tonight.

David Arquette: He needs to beat BDC again. He has no choice in this he has to win here.

BDC goes to set up for The Blackout, but Gabreal drops down. BDC takes another gut shot from Gabreal who attempts to get BDC on his shoulders for The CHAOStrophy, but he is not strong enough to do it. BDC hits the ropes and comes back going for a clothesline, but Gabreal ducks under and somehow gets the big man on his shoulder. Gabreal is not able to hold him as BDC hits a series of elbows to the side of his head. BDC goes for a big boot, but Gabreal ducks down pulling the ropes down with him and causing BDC to go crashing to the outside. Gabreal follows. BDC is to his feet and Gabreal runs diving between the middle and bottom ropes and catching BDC into a Tornado DDT!!!!!!

Scott Caan: What a move!

David Arquette: Their is a reason Gabreal calls that the World Greatest DDT, because it sure as hell is!

Gabreal tries to get the big man up, but it is not working and the ref is counting

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Gabreal once again mounts BDC and starts to pummel the back of his head. The ref makes Gabreal gets off BDC. Gabreal off the ropes with a running shooting star press. Gabreal follows up with a standing corkscrew moonsault into a cover

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Gabreal gets on the apron and when BDC is to his feet Gabreal goes for a springboard crossbody, but BDC is able to catch Gabreal. BDC with a back breaker. A second! A third! BDC thows Gabreal over head, but Gabreal lands on his feet. Gabreal off the ropes and when he comes back BDC is able to give him The Fallout right into a cover

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Scott Caan: What a match

David Arquette: This is why these two are considered legends here!

BDC goes to pick up Gabreal who hits a low blow. Gabreal crawls to the corner that has the exposed turnbuckle while trying to get something out of his pants. BDC comes over and goes to hit a clothesline in the corner, but Gabreal moves and pulls the ref in the way!!!!! Gabreal swings at BDC with the Rail Road Spike that was in his tights, but BDC scoops him up and delivers a Snake Eyes onto the exposed Turnbuckle!!!!!! BDC covers!

David Arquette: BDC has it won!

Scott Caan: But the ref is out!

-----Gabreal Wins-----

BDC looks over at the down ref and tries to get him moving before turning to Gabreal who is a bloody mess! BDC with a gut shot and sets up for The Blackout, but no! Gabreal is still holding onto the rail road spike that he had before and nails BDC in the face with it!!!!!!! BDC is busted open now too! Gabreal picks the ref up and goes to the middle turnbuckle. BDC gets up and BOMA YE OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE TO THE BACK OF BDC'S HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Winner Via Pin-Fall: Gabreal Martin!!!!!!!

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner Gabreal Martin:


Scott Caan: Thankfully it is over. After focusing on the head of BDC Gabreal came off the middle rope with a knee to the back of the big mans head that may have knocked him out cold.

David Arquette: Gabreal did it he beat BDC and not only did he beat BDC he beat him without help from anyone in Project CHAOS.

BDC makes his way to his feet and Gabreal walks over. BDC waits for an attack, but instead Gabreal extends his hand. BDC hesitantly accepts and the two men shake hands as we go to cut away.

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HEADING TO RINGSIDE

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"Endeavours" by MitiS suddenly plays as the crowd pops for their newly found favorite, Randall Chase Brooks. He is clad in his ring attire, with the addition being a jacket with the outline of his hometown on the back. He gives a few fans high fives and rolls into the ring, requesting a microphone. He now stands center of the ring, gesturing for the crowd to settle down.

RCB: For years, I've been trying to travel all over the world and get as much international training as possible. I've trained in the United States, as well as competed in Japan. I've gotten the opportunity to wrestle against some of the best wrestlers in the world. That being said, I feel like the current state of professional wrestling is poisoned. It's most notable on the american independent scene but it's all over the world regardless. The blatant disregard for rules, outright cheating, illegal weapons to gain the upperhand. This is not what wrestling should be about.

RCB: Wrestling should always be about skill and being able to out-maneuver your opponent legitimately. Nowadays, everyone is caught up in rushing to the top that they'll do anything to break the glass ceiling. It's sickening and honestly, I'm scared for the state of professional wrestling. When I come out here and handle my business, I do it professionally. Not like some neanderthal who has no home training. I mean, even on this roster alone-

The lights go out in the arena as the opening beats of "A Light That Never Comes" start pumping through the venue, 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. But this time he doesn't pull a title belt from out of his jacket. He stares a burning hole into Randall Chase Brooks as he enters the ring and requests a microphone from the ringside workers.

Michael Carter: Come on Randall. You can't even be serious right now. This is only your second show with the EWC and you're already trying to take the high road on us all? Truly pathetic if you ask me.

RCB: No, this isn't pathetic nor is it taking the high road. It's merely my observations on the wrestling world. And if you want pathetic, when was the last time you've won a match? Now that's pathetic.

The crowd pops at Randall's insult. Michael, however, doesn't appear to be phased.

Michael Carter: How original, attacking my win-loss ratio. What're you, six?

RCB: No, but that's the amount of losses you have right? Or is it seven?

Again, Michael appears unbothered by Randall's remarks.

Michael Carter: That's cute. But I don't really mind because tonight, we face off one-on-one. And I'm certain that you won't be pinning my shoulders down to the mat. And do you wan't to know why I think that way?

RCB: Why do you think that way?

Michael Carter: Because I'm Michael Carter. And no matter what these fans have to say or what anyone in the back thinks, I'm the most advanced-minded individual on this roster. And that, ladies ad gentlemen, is what makes me the Champion...

The fans boo, knowing that Michael Carter's catchphrase is to follow.

Michael Carter: ... of the Future!

Michael turns to exit the ring but he pauses just as he grabs the top rope. He raises his head higher and slowly turns back to face Randall again. He starts to speak again, but instead tosses the microphone at RCB, who scrambles to catch it. And while he is distracted with that, Michael Carter rushes Randall. RCB instead hits the rushing Michael with a drop toe hold, the crowd watching as Michael's upper body is rested on the ropes. RCB taunts the crowd some before running at the vulnerable Carter. He stops in his tracks and picks up a microphone from off the canvas.

RCB: I don't attack others who aren't in a position to fight back. I'll see you in the ring later on!

And with that, "Endeavours" blasts throughout the arena as RCB drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring and up the ramp. Michael Carter has recovered in the ring and is throwing a tantrum, kicking the turnbuckle and stomping on the microphones. Rampage fades to commercial with a graphic of Michael Carter and Randall Chase Brooks, which is scheduled for later tonight.

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MATCH SIX

LEON ROBERTS Vs KASEY CROSS

Match Writer: Luke Wolfe

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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall introducing first from the Depths of Hell weighing in at 275 pounds Leon Roberts!!!

The lights fade, as 'God In Fire' begin to play. The stage is highlighted red, as fog begins to show at the stage.

Gone in a second, ultimate destruction
Gods are warring, sorrow neverending
Endless chaos for an eternity
Welcome to the abyss

Leon Roberts and his wife Monica rise up from under the stage, and appear sitting on a skeleton bone throne, with Monica sitting on Leon's lap. They both get up. Once they do, Monica kneels infront of Leon, facing the crowd, as Leon raises his arms, with both hands in devil horn pose, as fire burst behind them. The arena lights are now all red.

Backwater town where nothing happens
Don't let disguises fool you
Evil is coming from everywhere
Destroying all that we believe is good

The two begin to walk down to the ring. Once at the ring, Leon enters first, holding the rope open for Monica. Once both are inside, Leon chuckles, as Fire bursts from the four corners. Monica then takes off Leon's jacket, as he awaits for the bell to ring.

My mother's ghost still haunts me now
Fortune abandoned by God
Nothing can bring her back to me
Now I will seek to preach and destroy

There is no mercy, compassion in the world
Embrace the chaos, for in the end that is all
Now the universe is broken, lost its course
Turn your back on all you have loved, for it is

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent from Milwaukee, Wisconsin weighing in at 128 pounds Kasey Cross!!!

"Get On Your Knees" by Nicki Minaj hits the pa system as the lights goes out and a spotlight shines down in the center of the stage as Kasey walks out to the light and looks around. Then she walks down the ramp as she doesn't pay attention to the fans. Slides in the ring as the lights turned back on.

Kasey wastes no time as she runs across the ring grabbing Roberts nailing him with vicious forearms knocking him backwards. I wasn’t ready for her to come at him this fast! He stumbles backwards and falls down, she takes advantage and mounts him grabbing his head and lets him have it punching his head with closed fists!

David Arquette: Fast and furious right off the bat from Kasey Cross! She’ll have to rely on that speed to stay ahead of Roberts!

Dazed Roberts rolls over onto his stomach. She gives him a swift kick to the lower back and then hits the ropes! Springing off she nails Roberts in the face with a swift running dropkick straight to the jaw!

Scott Caan: It’s early on and she really has Leon Roberts on the ropes!

She pulls Roberts to the middle of the ring and goes for the cover!

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David Arquette: Not even close!

Roberts jumps up to his feet this time before Kasey can grab him, they lock up in the collar and elbow! The stronger of the two Roberts easily gains control grabbing her in a headlock slowing the pace down. She tries to push him off but not so fast his grip doesn’t loosen and he just drags down to one knee. He stands up and takes off into a running bulldog crashing Kasey’s face down off the mat! Roberts smiles shaking his finger, the crowd giving a mixed reaction. He turns around and picks her up off the mat, she throws some elbows into his gut but they don’t stop him, he sends her into the ropes and she is met with a massive big boot to the face! She slams down to the canvas clutching her face. Roberts stands up walking around the ring, as if to say that she can’t possibly beat him… “She’s NOTHING” he can be heard shouting into the crowd as he walks back to her. He picks her up and slings her up for what is sure to be a massive powerbomb but she retaliates with fists to the face! Before he can slam her to the mat he falls backwards! She sits on his chest and hooking one leg!

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Scott Caan: It’s gonna take a lot more than that to keep him down.

She gets up and swings a right at him, but Roberts grabs her by the throat and hoists her into the air into a gorilla press! He walks over to the ropes and drops her outside the ring where she lands hard! He follows her outside and just as she is about to get up, and just walks over her with a nasty closthline. He eye’s the steel steps and kicks them knocking them loose, an evil grin grows on his face. He picks her up, and is about to sling her into the steel steps when she drop kicks his knee dropping him down to one knee! She starts pounding on his head over and over again. He shoves her off but she is relentless! She follows it up with a knee to the skull knocking him to the ground! The ref is pleading with them to get the match back in the ring, and Kasey listens and slides in under the bottom rope, followed shortly by Roberts. Once in the ring Kasey carries her momentum and leg drops Roberts on the back of his head!

David Arquette: Kasey is doing all she can to stay ahead of the bigger and stronger Roberts but will it be enough?

She picks him up but he does a quick standing switch and nails her with a german suplex! Her head bounces off the mat. Roberts stands up pulling Kasey up by her hair, he taunts her and then piefaces her to the ground. He puts one foot on her chest…

Kickout!

Scott Caan: What arrogance!

He picks her up and slings her into the turnbuckle and she bounces right off falling on her face. Roberts laughs as he walks over to her, he nudges her with his foot a few times and then pulls her up to her feet and grabs her by her trunks and whips her outside the ring once again! This time he heads outside and with a mammoth force he whips her into the steel stairs and she crashes into them and she just falls limp. Roberts grabs her and shoves her into the ring. He goes for the cover…

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The ref calls for the break! Its clear that the bigger Roberts is wearing down the smaller Cross. How much could she possibly have left? Roberts just laughs to himself, and drags her by one foot to the middle of the ring. He signals for his finisher!

David Arquette: This one could be all she wrote…

Just as she gets to her feet she locks Roberts’ arm and takes him to the ground! She locks in the arm and wrenches back on the neck! It’s the Crosslock!!! And Roberts has no where to go! He is trying to fight it off, as she struggles to hold her grip. She screams as she pulls back as hard as she can! Roberts starts dragging her to the ropes, slowly but surely and he grabs the bottom rope and the ref calls for the break. But just as he gets to his feet she locks the arm again and takes him down and locks in the Crosslock once again!!! The crowd is a buzz as to which to cheer for. The time he manages to get the tip of his boot to the bottom rope once again and the ref once again calls for the break.

David Arquette: Man I thought she had him there!

Roberts gets to his feet and stumbles into the corner turnbuckle Kasey charges and Roberts pulls the ref in between the two of them and the ref falls limp to the mat!

Scott Caan: Uh oh! Now things might get a little interesting…

The two of them dazed a bit stumble and Roberts grabs Kasey by the back of her hair and yanks her down the ground! He heads to the outside and goes looking under the ring.

David Arquette: This could get ugly.

Scott Caan: It could mean the end of Kasey Cross.

He pulls a steel chair out from under the ring, as she starts to make it back to her feet. He climbs in the ring once again grabbing her by her hair but she responds with a low blow! Roberts falls to his knees! She grabs the chair and swings it cracking him right between the eyes! He’s still not out! The ref is starting to stir… He stumbles around getting to his feet, doubled over holding his head when she gives him a swift kick to the midsection and BOOM! Snap DDT on the chair! The Cross Drop!!! She slides the chair out of the ring, just as the ref crawls over…

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David Arquette: How in the hell did he kick out of that???

Kasey can’t believe it! She slams her hand to the mat in anger! Determined to finish the job this time she pulls him to his feet, he looks as if he can barely stand… She signals for her finisher yet again, but her arrogance costs her and Roberts grabs her by the hair once again! He grabs her by her throat and her eyes grow wide! He hoists her into the air standing strong and then lands a vicious choke slam! The Blackest Night!

Scott Caan: Where in the hell did THAT come from???

He covers her with one forearm across her face.

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David Arquette: Even a steel chair wasn’t going to save Kasey tonight. This one is over.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner, Leon Roberts!!!

Winner: Leon Roberts

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BACKSTAGE

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We cut from the in-ring shot to backstage with Ace Heart, standing ready to interview someone.

Ace Heart: Ace Heart backstage here in Beijing and I will be joined in a just a moment by “The Soul of Philly” TJ, who tonight will test himself against the #1 Contender, The Vigilante. And thank you for coming by tonight TJ.

TJ enters the frame from the left.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: Thank you Ace, thanks for having me.

Ace Heart: Tonight, in your second match in EWC, second match back from retirement, and you face a man who has been on a roll as of late, especially his last match with Luke Wolfe, earning himself not only a big win, but a World Heavyweight Championship opportunity. How do you see yourself combatting not only his skill, but his drive as he looks to keep on this roll heading into a title shot against his own brother?

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: Good question Ace, might I say, nice suit.

Ace Heart: Thank you.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: As for the question, it’s going to be a challenge, but been feeling good lately, feeling like, the old me. I know I’m going to sound like someone much older than me, like BDC, but I use to be this big ol’ guy who wrecked everything, be it a wall, a car, or a person. It didn’t stand a chance.

Ace Heart: So your plan is to go through the #1 contender?

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: No, going through Vig is going to be impossible, he’s built a brick crap house, makes me feel insecure about my own body. No, I’m not going to go through Vig, I’m going to meet him head on, because he’s going to come at me and test me. He saw what BDC did to me, and he knows he can do that, what he doesn’t know, is that at some point in the match, I’m going to be back to where I was, back to how I was, and that is something no one in EWC has ever seen, and that’s saying something. Have a good night Ace. 4b514a

TJ walks off as we cut to ringside.

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MATCH SEVEN

SHELLEY SILVER Vs JESSICA BLACK

Match Writer: Luke Wolfe

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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled of one fall introducing first from Seattle Washington weighing in at 140 pounds… Shelly 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.

The lights inside the venue flicker until cutting off completely, and darkness fills ringside. “Stardust” by Gemini Syndrome then began to blast through the speakers and the fans let loose a roaring cheer for the female sensation that is Jessica Black.

Moments pass, until a single spotlight flashes over the stage, bathing Jessica in light as she stood on the stage, clad in her ring gear; a black top and tights, with a thin white belt around her waist, black boots and black tape wrapped generously around her hands and wrists. On each of her tights legs, there was a design printed on them; the outline of a silver diamond with the letters ‘JB’ written within. Completing this ensemble was the black sleeveless hooded jacket she wore, bearing the same diamond logo as her tights and the words “Second to None” printed underneath.

From underneath her hood, Jessica looked out at the cheering fans and she flashed them her trademark smirk before she pulled the hood from her eyes.

I know this place
It smells like innocence lost
We left the traces
Of the sins we bought

One of the cameras moved forward to get a closer shot of Jessica, and she bent forward slightly to speak into it.

“Better hang onto your butts, boys and girls!” she declared with her smirk. “This match is gonna be one hell of a ride, because I am Jessica Black, and I…”

Before she finished, Jessica stood upright once again and threw her arms out to her sides.

“AM SECOND TO NONE!!”

And with the declaration that had served as her motto for many years, the stage exploded with a flurry of pyrotechnics that went off behind her. Jessica made her way toward ringside, slapping hands with some of the fans she passed along the way.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And her opponent from San Diego California weighing in at 121 pounds… Jessica Black!!!

But I wouldn't change a thing
(Wouldn’t change a thing!)
(Wouldn’t change a thing!)
It’s just a waking dream

As soon as Jessica made her way to the ring, she made a running leap onto the edge of the apron, landing with cat-like grace, a testament to the agility the fans were so familiar with in such a quick young woman like her. Grasping the top rope with one hand, Jessica made her way to the closest corner. She climbed the ropes and rested a knee at the top as she gazed out into the crowd, taking in all the cheering fans, and with another one of her trademark smirks before climbing down and slipping into the ring.

Look at the wake
From the stardust pouring from your eyes
It’s no mistake
You are perfect
You are perfect in my mind
And you won’t fade away

Still staring out into the crowd as she moved around the ring in an almost-circle, Jessica removed her sleeveless jacket and tossed it over to a member of the ring crew, before she made her way to one of the corners and rested lazily against the turnbuckle as she waited for the match to begin.

The two women begin in their corners, as the crowd starts dueling chants “Lets go Silver” – “Let’s go Black!” They two women stare each other down from opposite corners and then begin to circle slowly getting closer and closer together neither making a move. They pause for a moment and then they lock up! Each of them struggles for position, trying to gain ground on the other but they are at a stalemate! Shelly slips through the collar and elbow tieup and grabs Jessica in a side headlock but Black easily shoves her off into the ropes, bouncing back Jessica is met with a shoulder block and she falls to the mat, Silver hits the ropes once again, hopping over Jessica. Black makes it to her feet and just as Shelly makes the return trip Jessica nails a dropkick! The two women make it back to their feet at the same time! met by applause from the audience.

Scott Caan: Pretty evenly matched so far in this one.

David Arquette: Yes they are…

Scott Caan: Thanks for that great insight there David.

David Arquette: What?

The two women nod at eachother as a sign of respect, and once again tie up in the center of the ring. Black hooks Silver under the arms and throws her high over head in a belly to belly suplex! Before Silver has a chance to recover she is quick to return. Just as Silver gets to her feet, Black kicks her in the midsection and nails a DDT! Wasting no time at all she heads over and hooks Silver in a seated sleeper hold! Silver struggle in the hold, but she’s not blacking out, she manages to roll to her side and get to her feet, she gives Black three elbows to the midsection and then tries to shove her off but Black just tightens her grip and they slide to the ground into a front face lock! Black is refusing to release the pressure, but Silver manage to reach her left foot out and hook the bottom rope.

Scott Caan: Great ring awareness.

Jessica is forced to break the hold, but as Silver slowly gets to her feet Jessica heads up top! Just as Shelly turns around she finds Jessica leaping through the air landing on her shoulders and twisting through a hurricanranna! Jessica’s speed is just too much for Shelly Silver at this point! Jessica is relentless as she runs over and goes for the pin!

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An easy kickout from Silver! Jessica gets up ready to use that speed once again bouncing off the ropes but this time Silver is ready for her and she nails Jessica with a swift Superkick to the chin! Silver falls to her knees catching her breath, just as Black crashes backwards down to the mat holding her face. Before Jessica gets off the mat Shelly silver hits a standing moonsault across Jessica’s sternum! Cover!

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Shelly pulls Jessica to her feet by her hair and irish whips her into the corner turnbuckle! Shelly heads to the other corner and launches her self at Jessica with all her speed and lands a nasty drop kick right to Black’s face! Black comes stumbling forward and Shelly hits Jessica with a belly to belly suplex of her own throwing her high over head! But she wastes no time and grabs her by the waist and drops her back with a German Suplex! She doesn’t loosen her grip pulling Jessica to her feet once again, and she nails a second! And she pulls her to her feet again going for a third, but Jessica nails Shelly with an elbow to the temple and Silver breaks her grip! She grabs silver and whips her into the ropes and just as Shelly bounces off Black hits a spinebuster! The two of them just wont quit, She picks up Shelly and locks up! But Shelly reverses the lockup, but then Jessica slips out and reverses it herself! What a show of chain reversals they are putting on until they both break and stand at their feet once more at the same time. The crowd once again applauds. Neither woman seems to be able to get the upperhand. The two of them meet in the ring, Jessica goes for a tie up but Shelly nails her with a kick to the midsection first! Before Jessica can react Silver hits a running bulldog and heads outside to the ring apron! Just as Jessica gets to her feet Silver hops on the top rope and spring boards off hooking Jessica for a hurricanranna of her own! She hooks one leg! As Jessica’s other leg squirms kicking trying to break free!

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David Aquette: Oh! Shelly almost had it there!

Shelly and Jessica both get to their feet Shelly runs at Jessica and is met with an arm drag take down, followed up by a dropkick to the back of the head! She runs and hops on the top rope and bounces off in a beautiful springboard moonsault! Cover!

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Jessica sprints off the ropes, coming back and nailing the rolling thunder! Silver rolls out of the ring, Jessica sprints off the opposite ropes again and nails Silver with a summersault suicide dive to the outside! The crowd erupts as Black flies through the air! She grabs Silver and sends her back inside. Jessica runs up the corner turnbuckle and flips backward through the air in a moonsault, but Silver moves out of the way but Jessica lands on her feet! Silver comes at her with a closeline but Jessica ducks it and comes at Silver with a clothsline of her own and takes Shelly to the ground! She waves for Shelly to get to her feet!

David Arquette: Looks like Jessica might be looking to end this!

Jessica runs at Shelly looking for the Blackout, but Silver ducks it at the last possible moment! Jessica gets back to her feet and Shelly grabs Jessica looking for Sundown! But Jessica reverses it into a small package!

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The two immediately tie up in the middle of the ring! Shelly whips Jessica into the corner, just as she bounces into it, Shelly hits three shoulders to her midsection, then lifts her up to the top rope. Slowly she climbs the ropes to the top, hooking Jessica and they launch off the top rope with a Superplex! They both go crashing down to the mat but Jessica took the brunt of the fall. Black is on the mat clutching her back, as Silver heads back up to the top rope… She steadies herself and then leaps into the air! Nailing a PERFECT 450 splash onto Jessica!

Scott Caan: Wow! Not something we normally see out of Shelly Silver but it just might be what she needs to gain the advantage!

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The ref sees it and calls for the break. That could have been it, and Shelly knows it as she slams her hand on the mat in frustration. She grabs Jessica by her hair and whips her across the ring in anger! Jessica falls face first on the mat as Silver screams out in anger. She heads over to Jessica rolling her over standing on her hair, grabbing her arms but Jessica rolls her hips up and grabs Shelly by her head rolling her over top of her, and sits on her shoulders! She hooks both legs!

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David Arquette: It’s over! Shelly’s temper got the best of her and Jessica caught her by surprise!

Jessica rolls out of the ring, as Shelly Silver rolls on her knees throwing a punch into the mat in anger!

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner! Jessica Black!!!

The ref holds up Jessica’s hand as she walks up the ramp.

Winner: Jessica Black

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COMMERCIAL

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[EWC]

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MATCH EIGHT

MICHAEL CARTER Vs RANDALL CHASE BROOKS

Match Writer: @cannabis

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Caan: Hey, Davey Boy; I'll pay you $500 if you drink an entire shot glass full of concentrated lemon juice. *Hands a shot glass to Arquette*

Arquette: You're on! *gulps the juice, then, about 10 seconds later, looks like he's about to yak up his spleen* Good...God....aaaack!

Caan: I know; nasty, isn't it? Dad a few years back made me do it on a dare while he was still doing that Las Vegas show.

Arquette: Dude, what the hell is wrong...*urp* *Ugh* with your old man?

Caan: Least he wasn't a weenis like you, bro. *Gulps a shot, then he himself nearly gags* Oh, Christ; it's like dwarves trying to mine mythril in my stomach!

Chirqui: *looking at them like dumbasses at a lunch table in high school*I'm going to go announce the match before I have to watch you nimrods puke all over my new shoes...*walks to the ring*

Arquette: *groans* Where's my five c-notes, sucka!?

The lights go out in the arena as the opening beats of "A Light That Never Comes" start pumping through the venue, 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. 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.


Chirqui: Ladies and gentle, our first contestant coming to the ring...hailing from Phoenix, AZ, and weighing in at 205lbs...The Champion of the future...MICHAEL CARTER!

"Endeavours" by MitiS suddenly fills the entire arena. The fast pace of the song brings the crowd to life as Randall Chase Brooks appears on the stage before them. His wrestling attire consisted of plain black trunks with the letters 'RCB' inscribed on the back. He also had elbow pads on each arm and black wrestling boots. He raised his hands in the air, absorbing the energy from the crowd. He walked down the aisle, high fiving the fans as he walked past them. RCB rolls into the ring and immediately rushes the turnbuckle closest to the announcer's table. He raises his hands in the air again, causing the crowd to pop loudly once again. He jumps down and makes sure his ring gear is fitted correctly.

Chirqui: And his opponent, from Newark, Delaware, weighing in at 246 lbs..."THE HONORABLE" RANDLE CHASE BROOKS!

As the bell rings, RCB attempts to lock up Carter in a collar and elbow tie-up, but Carter is quicker, taking him down with an arm-drag chained into a armbar. RCB manages to power out, but as he comes at the Champion of the future, Carter counters with a drop toe hold, followed by a chinlock. He wrenches onto the hold before RCB reaches the ropes. Michael releases quickly to avoid a count.

Arquette: Great chain wrestling by Carter...*queasy* oh, man, it's like that time we rode the tilt-a-whirl 30 times after we both downed a 12 pack.

Carter clinches him Muy Thai style and delivers several knees to RCB's midsection. He then ricochets off the ropes and attempts a cross body, but Brooks catches him in midair. He then connects wit ha rib-breaker, then, shows off his chain wrestling skills by following up with a powerslam.

Caan: Heavy duty impact by Brooks...*grimaces* I can't feel my tongue anymore!

RCB locks in a Full Nelson, and tries to apply the lotus lock, but Carter slips out. He delivers a few kicks to RCB's inner thigh, then throws him into the turnbuckle. He crashes into him with a big knee, then connects wit ha bulldog. Cover by Carter...

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Arquette: Very close for an early end to this match!

Caan: Both men display solid technical chops already.

Carter gets cocky, posing for several seconds. He picks up RCB by the hair, Chase lands several punches from a kneeling position, then bounces off the ropes. But Carter catches him with a roundhouse kick. Cover by Carter...

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Caan: Slick. Very slick. Carter thought he had him with that brutal kick, but RCB proving he's a crafty ring technician and reverses it.

RCB gets an uppercut as Carter rises, staggering him. He lands another armdrag, but when he tries to armbar him, RCB sweeps his legs out from under him with his arm. When Carter gets back up, RCB boots him in the stomach, and lands a Falcon Arrow. Another cover...

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Arquette: Great move variety so far from both RCB and Carter.

RCB starts clapping, and gets the fans going. Tries to go up top for HIGH SPEED CHASE, but Michael Carter quickly gets to his feet and lands a great high kic on RCB, followed by a Diamond Cutter from the top turnbuckle.

Arquette: Shades of DDP on that move.

Caan: I haven't talked to that guy in years what's he up to these days?

Arquette: Super huge yoga head these days, looks great. He even got Jake Roberts and Scott Hall back in good condition again.

Caan: Either one of those guys alone getting their shit straightened out should get him a Nobel Prize; damn, both?!

Pinfall by Carter...

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Arquette: Not quite enough to put Brooks away.

Furious, Michael Carter pounds on the mat. He places RCB in the corner and pummels him with kick/ punch combos, then whips him to the opposite corner. He tries to land a Stinger splash, but RCB sidesteps him, and Carter crashes hard into the turnbuckle. RCB uses the advantage to punt him in the gut, then nearly folds him in half wit ha powerbomb into the turnbuckle. Carter crumples to the ground. Randal Chase Brooks wastes no time; he climbs the turnbuckle to the top, gives a quick show of respect to the fans...

HIGH SPEED CHASE!!

Arquette; Don't know what would hurt the ol' breadbasket more; t hat more, or another shot of that nasty crap. *Ack*

COVER!!

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Chirqui: Your winner...by pinfall....RANDALL CHASE BROOKS!!

Caan: Shorter than most matches, but some brilliant spots and tecnical wrestling by both men tonight.

RCB gets his hand raised by the ref, then helps Carter up and shakes his hand, giving him words of encouragement. He walks towards the back, but stops at the announcer's table and looks at the lemon juice bottle.

RCB: $500 to down some of this?

Caan: Sure.

Arquette: You're on!

But as Caan pours a shot, RCB merely grabs the bottle and chugs half of it on the spot, making the fans and our dynamic announcing duo bug in disbelief. He grimaces for a moment, then lets out a huge belch.

RCB: Tasty! *Collects the cash* Pleasure doing business with you guys!

RCB smiles, salutes the fans who give him a healthy round of applause, then walks back to the locker room.

Arquette: We just lost five Benjamins apiece, scotty, ol' pal.

Caan: Totally worth it; that was BAD-ASS!!

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COMMERCIAL

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[EWC]

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MATCH NINE

TJ Vs THE VIGILANTE

Match Writer: @jmay187

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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is a Single’s Match, scheduled for one fall!

The lights go out and LL Cool J tells the fans to "Come On". Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the crowd chants the "ahhhAhhhhAHAH" of the song. As the lyrics of "Mama Said Knock You Out" begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ raises his right hand in the air, eliciting a reaction from the fans in attendance. He leans back and roars before making his way down to the ring, high fiving the fans along the ramp before entering the ring over the top rope. He walks over to the far corner and climbs it. TJ throws his arms in the air then beats his chest with his right arm before hoping down to the ring.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Standing in at six feet eleven inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and eighty nine pounds, from Philadelphia, PA, ‘The Soul of Philly’ TJ !!!

Arquette: TJ stands a complete twelve inches taller than The Vigilante and out weights him by a hundred and four pounds.

Caan: They both share an in your face type of style in the ring it’s going to come down to who wants it the most.

“The Second Coming” by CFO$ hits the arena as 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: Standing in at five feet eleven inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds, Parts Unknown, The Vigilante !!!

Arquette: The Vigilante finally gets his match against his brother Mark Storm at Night of Champions for the EWC World Championship.

Caan: He has to get past TJ first and TJ looks ready for a fight here tonight.

Bell Rings: TJ and The Vigilante circle around the ring before locking up in the middle. TJ easily pushes Vigilante back to the nearest corner before using his own arms to choke him out. The ref gets in between them and pushes TJ back to the middle of the ring. TJ throws his arms up as the ref backs off and Vigilante catches him with a toe kick to the midsection. Vigilante fires away with clubbing forearm shots to the back of TJ keeping him buckled over. Vigilante firearms away with a knee strike to the face sending TJ down to the mat. Vigilante quickly guides TJ back up to his feet and sends him across the ring with an irish whip. TJ bounces back right into a stiff clothesline from Vigilante and quickly hits the mat back first. Vigilante stays on top of the attack jumping up into the air and connecting with an elbow drop across the sternum of TJ. Vigilante hooks the legs of TJ for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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Arquette: The Vigilante has been all over TJ in the beginning of this matchup here tonight.

Caan: Hey now this match is just getting started, TJ could be baiting The Vigilante and you both wouldn’t know it if it slapped you across the face.

TJ slowly makes his way back up to his feet and Vigilante charges forward catching him with an irish whip sending him across the ring. TJ bounces back from the ropes and catches Vigilante in a bear hug as he attempts a leaping forearm smash. TJ squeezes Vigilante as he starts trying to fight out of the hold allowing TJ to sink it in tighter. Vigilante attempts to break free once again as TJ squeezes even tighter draining the lift from his body. The ref raises Vigilante’s arm into the air and releases it as it falls to his side. The ref shouts out 1 before raising Vigilante’s arm into the air once again before releasing it as it falls to his side once again. The ref shouts out 2 before raising Vigilante’s arm into the air for the third and final time. The ref releases his arm and it falls towards the mat but Vigilante throws his arm back into the air before it falls to his side. Vigilante attempts to fight out of the hold, but TJ sends Vigilante flying over his head crashing into the mat with an overhead belly to belly suplex. TJ makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Vigilante kicks out right at the count of one.

Caan: What did I tell you David, just like that TJ suckered The Vigilante in and has him right where he wants him.

Arquette: Well just like you said Scott, this match is just getting started and it’s still anybody’s ball game.

TJ catches Vigilante with a clothesline as he makes his way back up to his feet sending him back down to the mat. TJ bounces off the ropes and catches Vigilante with an elbow drop of his own right across the sternum. TJ hooks the legs of Vigilante for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Vigilante kicks out before the count of two. TJ pulls Vigilante back up to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Vigilante bounces back and catches TJ with a spinning heel kick taking him down to the mat. Vigilante makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, but TJ kicks out right after the count of one.

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Vigilante guides TJ back to his feet and immediately catches him with a chop across the chest. Vigilante fires another chop across the chest of TJ as he quickly grabs his chest from the sharp pain. Vigilante sends TJ to the ropes with an irish whip and TJ bounces back taking Vigilante down to the mat with a shoulder block.

Arquette: The Vigilante having a tough time against TJ here tonight.

Caan: No matter what The Vigilante throws his way, TJ has been finding a way to turn it in his favor.

The Vigilante makes his way back up to his feet and walks right into a stiff right hand sending him back down to the mat. TJ makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Vigilante kicks out right at the count of two. TJ guides Vigilante back up to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Vigilante bounces off the ropes and catches TJ with a rolling clothesline taking him off his feet. Vigilante charges for the ropes bouncing back and taking TJ back down to the mat with a crossbody. Vigilante hooks the legs of TJ for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but TJ kicks out right at the count of two. TJ slowly makes his way back up to his feet and Vigilante catches him with a dropkick to this chest taking him back down to the mat. Vigilante climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and points at TJ as the fans begin to cheer loudly. TJ slowly makes his way back up to his feet and Vigilante flies through the air connecting with a flying clothesline taking him down to the mat.

Arquette: The Vigilante finally able to gain the upper hand on TJ.

Caan: TJ has taken everything The Vigilante has thrown at him and keeps taking him down to the mat with his incredible power.

Vigilante makes his way back up to his feet and stomps away at the body of TJ down on the mat. Vigilante guides TJ back up to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. TJ bounces back and Vigilante takes him down to the mat with an elbow strike to the face. Vigilante makes his way over to TJ and positions himself on the side of TJ before leaping through the air. Vigilante attempts a standing moonsault but TJ gets his knee’s up at the last second. Vigilante rolls on the mat after the impact grabbing at his midsection as TJ makes his way back up to his feet. TJ bounces off the ropes and catches Vigilante across the sternum with a leg drop. TJ makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Vigilante kicks out right after the count of two. TJ grabs Vigilante and pulls him back up to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Vigilante bounces back and walks rights into a charging spear from TJ taking him down to the mat in the middle of the ring.

Arquette: Did you just hear that bone crushing spear from TJ, that was just devastating.

Caan: I told you TJ had this match in the bag, he’s just too much for The Vigilante to handle.

TJ grabs Vigilante around the waist and slowly pulls him back up to his feet before taking him back down to the mat with a high angle german suplex. TJ hooks the legs of Vigilante for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Vigilante kicks out after the count of two. TJ makes his way back up to his feet and stands in the nearest corner waiting for Vigilante to make his way back up to his feet. TJ taunts to the fans telling Vigilante to stand up as he slowly starts to stir down on the mat slowly making his way back up. Vigilante stands tall as TJ charges out of the corner and connects with the Broad Street Line in the middle of the ring turning the Vigilante inside out before he hits the mat. TJ taunts the crowd as Vigilante crashes to the mat before he slowly pulls him back up to his feet. TJ catches Vigilante with a knee strike to the midsection before sending him to the ropes with an irish whip. TJ bounces off the adjacent ropes and catches Vigilante with the Liberty Boot taking him down to the mat. TJ drags Vigilante to the middle of the ring before hooking his legs for the cover as the ref makes the count.

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Winner: TJ

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner of the matchup via pinfall, ‘The Soul of Philly’ TJ!!!

Arquette: There was no way The Vigilante was going to make his way back up to his feet after the Liberty Boot.

Caan: I told you David, I called the winner of the match before the opening bell was rung. TJ is on a solid roll with a victory over the Number One Contender to the EWC World Championship.

"Mama Said Knock You Out" by LL Cool J hits the arena as TJ stands tall in the middle of the ring. The ref raises his arms into the air as the fans begin to cheer before slowly making his way back up the ramp soaking in the admiration from the fans.

Arquette: I’m getting word that James Kash is standing backstage with Ace Heart.

Ace Heart: Ladies and Gentlemen I’m standing here with James Kash who has requested this time.

James Kash is standing next to Ace Heart decked out in designer blue jeans with the new EWC James Kash Pay Me Now … or Pay Up Later T-Shirt.

James Kash: Beat it Ace, you’re killing the vibe already.

James Kash pushes Ace Heart out of the view of the camera before looking forward with a serious look across his face.

James Kash: Come Night of Champions yours truly will be facing off for a shot at Championship Gold. As the only member of the EWC Roster to hold a pinfall victory against Nathan Creed, I’m officially challenging him to a EWC United States Championship Match at Night of Champions.

I don’t care what everybody in the back thinks I don’t give a shit what President Mac says. I want ym title shot at Night of Champions and there will be all kinds of hell if I don’t get it.

As for you Kurt Newman after I claim my first taste of gold in the EWC I’ll becoming after your treasured International Championship and it’s only a matter of time before James Kash is walking around here as a double champion. That ladies and gentlemen is something you can take to the bank, mark my words come Night of Champions Nathan Creed will either Pay Me Now … or he’ll Pay Up Later.

James Kash drops the microphone before making his exit.

Caan: James Kash has just challenged Nathan Creed to an EWC United States Championship Match at Night of Champions.

Arquette: That’s a bold challenge, but now will Nathan Creed accept the challenge or will he decline it?

Caan: Only time will tell and there isn’t much time left.

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COMMERCIAL

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[EWC]

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BACKSTAGE

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We cut to backstage, where see non other than Derek Wellings, in his locker room. He is staring at himself in the mirror, before he gets up, and flips over a couple things, and even breaks the mirror in rage.

That is when a demonic chuckle could be heard. Derek sighed, knowing exactly who it was. And he was right, as he turned around, to see non other, that Leon Roberts and his wife Monica, in his locker room.

Derek: What do you want with me?!

Leon: For you to be this animal that you are. You already know that Derek.

Derek: Yeah? And what good has it done for me yet?

Leon: Oh, the fact you choked out on a number one contender's match?

Derek glared at Leon, before trying to go onto the attack. But Leon caught him, and managed to shove him back.

Leon: Really Derek? Think that's going to work on me, of all people?

Derek: Suppose not.

Leon: Right you are. But yes. Ever since I've convinced you to give in to that unfiltered rage you have, you've done oh so well. You almost got to face Ruthless, but...you tapped out.

Derek still glared atm Leon, while Leon smirked.

Leon: But you're not giving up, are you?

Derek sighed. He leaned up against the wall, and shook his head.

Derek: Fuck giving up.

Leon: Good. I will say this though. You almost had it. But as we both know, almost is not good enough!

Derek: Is there a fucken point you're trying to make?

Monica: There is Derek. So shut the fuck up and listen.

Leon: Thank you sweet cheeks. But yes. The point is, you could have done more. You needed to focus your rage, into obliterating everyone in your path. I know it's very much possible for you.

Derek's glare softened a bit, as he was actually paying attention to what Leon was saying.

Leon: It's time for you to show all that have ridiculed you, that they should have kept their mouths shut. For those who betrayed you....annihilation! Get the revenge you deserve.

Derek: That...that sounds so good.

Leon: Aren't you glad you decided to listen to my words over the last little bit then?

Derek looked at Leon, and sighed. He nodded, agreeing with him. He then looked at, as Leon offered him his hand.

Leon: Join me Derek. Join me, as we take what is ours. Take revenge on those who deserve it, and destroy anyone, because we can. Let nothing, and especially nobody stop us. Not Xplode. Not Mac. Not that -redacted- who unfortunately have to share the hardcore title with....NOBODY! And then, we will turn EWC inside out, where only the truly strong, zero fucks to give towards morals and safety, are allowed to live. The rest...shall die.

Derek looked at the hand, and then at Leon's face, deciding on the offer.

Leon: What do you say?

Derek smirked. He had made up his mind. He shook the hand of Leon, and the two of them smirked. The audience went completely silent, making no noise.

Derek: Let's make it rain blood!

Leon: HAHA! That's what I like to hear.

The two let go, and Derek continued to smirk. He then picked up his broken mirror, only to toss it to the side. He turned around, only to see that Leon had vanished.

Derek: Still pulling that shit? Doesn't matter now.

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MATCH TEN

MELISSA DAVENPORT Vs RONNIE McNEIL

Match Writer: BDC

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First things first, I'm the realest (realest)

Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it)

And I'm still in the Murda Bizness

I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right)

You should want a bad bitch like this (ha)

Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris

High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)

Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)

Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what)

Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?

Champagne spillin', you should taste that

The fans boo as Fancy by Iggy Azela feat feat. Charli XCX hits over the public address system. As the boos get louder the hired security soon comes out standing their in a menacing way with the arms folded over their chest. As out from the back in arrogant exaggerated fashion was none other than Melissa Davenport who has an arrogant smirk on her face. As she stands at the top of the entrance ramp, as she does an arrogant pose at the top of the ramp. Before, kicking out her leg and begins her arrogant strut down to the ring having her two security guards flanking her so that the fans hands cannot come close to touching her, as she holds her nose high in the air like the snobby heiress she is.

Emmanuelle Chiriqui: Ladies and gentlemen. This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. Standing at 5' 9", and weighing in at 120lbs . . . "THE BEVERLY HILLS PRINCESS" . . . MELISSA DAVENPORT!!!!!!

As she continues her arrogant strut to the ring, she begins to trash talk the booing fans. Before rudely sticking her hand out at them as she has her security head up to the ring first as they climb up the steel steps and enter the ring first as she then does an arrogant strut up the steel steps as she turns her back towards the ring as she eyes the booing fans, before raising her arms arrogantly before blowing a arrogant kiss to the fans. As she then snaps her finger as the security make their way grabbing Melissa and hoisting her over the rope landing her down softly. As she then arrogantly poses in the centre of the ring raising her arms before turning arrogantly on her heel before making her way to the ropes leaning on them as she does an arrogant wave before leaning into the corner waiting for her opponent as she fluffs her hair arrogantly.

David Arquette: This match should be interesting.

Scott Caan: David, EVERY match here in the EWC is interesting - and ESPECIALLY so here on Friday Night Rampage!

David Arquette: True, true. What I was referring to is that Davenport is very similar to Liz Smalls in size and stature, so what looks like a no win situation for her on paper could turn out to be the very opposite - going from Liz's impressive victory earlier on tonight!

Scott Caan: Well, while you have a point, we shouldn't get too carried away just yet! Liz has proved herself here in the EWC, and Davenport has a long way to go yet!

David Arquette: We'll she has a chance to prove herself tonight against a technical wrestling genius!

Emmanuelle Chiriqui: And her opponent. Standing at 6'5", and weighing in at 265lbs. He hails from Birmingham, Alabama . . . THE ANGELIC ENIGMA . . . RONNIE MCNEIL!!!!!!

The crowd pops, some cheers, some booing, as "King of My World" begins to play. As the song moves into the chosen verse, Ronnie steps out from behind the curtain as he just stands there in his hooded vest, hood over his head, bouncing from side to side, before making his slow walk towards the ring.

I am the master of my destiny
I am the king of all I see
KING
I'll open your eyes and make you see
I'm the king of my world (king of my world)
I'll bring down the walls around you
I'm the king of my world (king of my world)
I'll bring down the walls around you
The walls of Jericho

Ronnie slowly walks up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. He then stands on the middle rope, holding one arm above him, before stepping down, and leaning over in a corner. He takes the hood from off his head, then takes the vest off completely, tossing it to the floor, awaiting the beginning of the match.

David Arquette: Two contrasting styles here Scott. Davenport likes fighting dirty, while McNeil has an all round game.

Scott Caan: He's as impressive looking as she is beautiful. I don't know how this match will pan out, but I have to put my money on McNeil.

The ref signals for the bell, and the Beijing crowd clap in anticipation. Both competitors circle the ring. they go to lock up, but Davenport pushes McNeil's hands away. She turns around and blows kisses at the crowd. McNeil puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head. The ref goes up to her and tells her to get back into the match.

David Arquette: Head games here early on from The Beverly Hills Princess.

Scott Caan: I think she'll need a lot more than head games against McNeil David . . .

Eventually, they both lock up in the middle of the ring. McNeil quickly demonstrates his strength advantage, and drags her into a headlock, and takes her to the ground with ease by dragging her over his hip, and slamming her onto the mat. He keeps the pressure on and begs her to tap early.

David Arquette: Looks like McNeil is going for damage limitation here.

Scott Caan: This bugs the hell out of me to be honest. It's the same old story - new guys don't want to hurt the women. Don't they know that our EWC champion is a woman!

David Arquette: Fair comment there Scott. You'd never see people like BDC or Shadowman hesitating.

McNeil transitions beautifully into an STF, and Davenport screams in pain as the ref asks her if she wants to quit.

David Arquette: Looks like this is done and dusted!

Scott Caan: Don't rule her out just yet - look!

The crowd are surprised to see Davenport attempting to break the hold. McNeil stretches her more, and she is about to quit, but she manages to fish hook him which forces her to break the hold. She crawls to the closest ring corner, and tries to get back her bearings. McNeil slaps the mat in frustration and shouts at the ref: "Did you see what she did? That shit is illegal!", but to no avail.

David Arquette: It's only illegal if you get caught!

McNeil has lost his composure, and he storms over to Davenport. In a flash, she gets to her feet and hits him with the "Beverly Hills Facelift"! McNeil hits the deck hard, and Davenport quickly covers him for the pin.

David Arquette: SHE HIT HER FINISHER OUT OF NOWHERE!

Scott Caan: What an upset!






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McNeil powers out!


David Arquette: I don't believe it!!!

Scott Caan: What heart shown by Ronnie McNeil!

Davenport shakes her head in disbelief and pleads with the ref that it was surely a three count! She gets to her feet, and contemplates what to do next. She pulls McNeil up to his knees, and bitch slaps him hard, over and over again. After the fifth slap, she slams his head to the mat and locks in "The Beauty Treatment"!

David Arquette: That is a perfectly executed Camel Clutch right there!

Scott Caan: She could really win this match - but is she strong enough to keep him in the hold?

Just as Scott Caan finishes asking the question, McNeil powers his way to his feet. Davenport is screaming with frustration as she keeps the hold locked in. He slams her into the turnbuckle, and she is forced to let go. To her credit, she does swing a punch at him, but it is wild, and he ducks under it with ease. He grabs her from behind and hits a perfect German Suplex. He picks her up, and hits it again. The crowd groan as they hear her body smack across the ring apron, but McNeil isn't phased and hits it again.

David Arquette: I think he's finally realised that he needs to go on the offensive if he wants to win this match!

Scott Caan: It's all well and good trying to be a nice guy, but you have to do what you have to do and no one thinks any less of him by trying to win.

Davenport writhes in pain, but McNeil doesn't hesitate any more. He pulls her to her feet and hits her with "The Flashing Lights", and covers her with the pin:



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Emmanuelle Chiriqui: Your winner of this match, by pin fall . . . RONNIE McNEIL!!!!!

Match Winner: Ronnie McNeil

"King of My World" blasts from the PA system, and McNeil claps his hands and clenches his fists in excitement. He gets to his feet and climbs each turnbuckle and thanks the fans for their support.

David Arquette: A solid victory there from McNeil.

Scott Caan: He did what he had to do, and now the management have to take notice of him on the road to Night of Champions.

McNeil climbs down from the turnbuckle and goes to check on Davenport, who has managed to get to a sitting position. He offers her his hand, and she reluctantly takes it. They stand in the ring shaking hands, but suddenly Davenport kicks him hard in the nuts. He drops to his knees in agony, and Davenport quickly rolls under the ropes and skips up the ramp, laughing.

David Arquette: Well that was classy . . .

Scott Caan: He got kicked right in the baby maker there partner!

David Arquette: She hit him so hard that it made MY eyes water!

The ref checks on McNeil and the fans boo Davenport as Rampage cuts to commercial.

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene cuts backstage to a barely lit room filled with candles and the sweat sounds of two whales making love in the background. As the camera pans around the room, its able to see Shadow Man laying face first on a massage table. Only wearing a towel, Shadow Man has his eyes closed as two pair of hands message his back. A smile comes to his face as the pare of hands really get into his muscles.

Shadow Man: You're hands are magic lady. And the ointment that you're using is doing wonders on my burns. I think I'll have to get some from you after we get done here. You think that might help the next time I burn my tongue on some hot sauce?

Kurt Newman: I have no idea bud. I can go ask the chick when she gets back in.

Shadow Man: Kurt?

Shadow Man quickly turns his head around to find Kurt massaging his back.

Kurt Newman: What up?

Shadow Man: What happen to the chick that was in here?

Kurt Newman: You mean Xioajing? I told her to take a break. I got you bro. Makes us closer as a team you know?

Shadow Man: Well.......you're doing a pretty good job. How'd you get so good at this?

Kurt Newman: When I was wrestling full time over in Japan back in the day, I massaged as a side job.

Shadow Man: And did you.......

Kurt Newman: Yes......I did do some happy endings. I needed the money at times. Not the proudest part of my life but not the worst.

Shadow Man: What was the worse?

Kurt Newman: Doing Donkey Shows when I was wrestling full time down in Mexico. You?

Shadow Man: I dropped a Taco on the ground once.

Kurt Newman: Oooooh, you might have me beat. Now hold still, I'm going to be using my feet to massage you. They're a little bit cold so sorry in advance.

Shadow Man closes his eyes and smiles as Kurt positions himself on the table so that he can perform the massage.

[EWC]

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BACKSTAGE

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Ruthann was inside of her locker room getting ready for her match. She was lacing up her boots she stood up crack her neck a bit. She reach for her trenchcoat sliding it on her body. The locker room door opens as Jaden “X” Hunter wearing a suit came walking inside. Ruthann place her title over her shoulder looking right at him. 

Ruthless Aggression: How can I help you Mr. X?

Jaden just looks at her with a serious look. She drop the smile as she could tell something was on his mind. He took in a deep breath as he looks right at her. 

Jaden “X” Hunter: I know you and I have been a bit distance. We have been giving each other the space we believe we both need right now. Even though you and I on personal level things are a bit hard right now. It still doesn’t mean you don’t keep me informed of things. Things as a general manager should be in the know about.

Ruthann moves her head to the side as she was trying to see what he was talking about. She shook her head as she looks right up at him. 

Ruthless Aggression: Look I have no clue what you are talking about. If you don’t mind this could be something just maybe we can talk about after my match. 

Jaden got in her way of leaving out of the locker room. Ruthann took in a deep breath as she was wondering what was going on. Jaden then grab her by the face with his hands making her looking at him in the eyes. He spoke very slowly as he talk to her. 

Jaden “X” Hunter: You know you can be the death of me. You think as your General Manger it would be right for me to know about these letters. The letters of someone wishing you to die. The same letters that is having your life in danger. The person threaten to kill you if you keep wrestling for the company. How long was you going to hold on that from me? From Mac?! from this company! 

He let go of her face as Ruthann ran her fingers into her hair. She looks towards the floor a bit with her head to the side. She looks back over at him. 

Ruthless Aggression: Your two right now have this war between your two going on right now. You didn’t need to know your ECW Champion has a problem that she can’t fix on her own. Don’t worry i am handling it. 

Jaden shaking his head placing his hands on his hips. 

Jaden “X” Hunter: Terry told me the last letter you have gotten from the person. The person told you the next time you will be laying down in your own blood. I understand there are some fans that are crazy but this is a bit too far. Till we can figure out who are sending this letters regarding your life. I am going too..” 

Ruthless shook her head and stop him in mid sentence. 

Ruthless Aggression: What? You and Mac want to have guards following me in and out of the building till then. Hell fucking no! I am not going to live my life in fear because of this shit! I am the EWC champion! I don’t run or hide from shit! I step up to the plate and do what I must show it take more then just letters to have me scare in my boots! Just like you told me not to worry about you! Do not worry about me!

She place a hand on the side of his face as she made him look at her. 

Ruthless Aggression: No one can’t kill the Phoenix just like no one can’t destroy the The Destroyer of Worlds! Now move! 

Jaden took in deep breath as he took in a deep breath taking her hand off his face. He brought her closer to him as he place a kiss on forehead. He let her go as she walks out of the locker room. He notice something on the floor he pick it up looking down at the letter shaking his head. He walks over to the trash can and ball it up tossing it into the can.

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CHAMPION VS CHAMPION
NON-TITLE MATCH

EWC WORLD CHAMPION STORM (C)
Vs
EWC CHAMPION RUTHLESS AGGRESSION (C)

Match Writer: Luke Wolfe

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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is your Main Event of the Evening and is a non title Champion vs Champion match!!! Introducing first from St. Louis, Missouri weighing in at 209 pounds he is the WORLD Heavyweight Champion! Mark Storm!!!

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent from New York, NY weighing in at 138 pounds, She is the EWC Champion! Ruthless Aggression!!!

Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du

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. 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.

David Arquette: What a main event we have tonight! No titles on the line, but the World Champion vs the EWC Champion! It’s the Clash of the Champions! It’s the battle of the titans! It’s the unstoppable force vs the immovable object, its—

Scott Caan: I think we get the point.

David Arquette: I’m just sayin, it’s a pay-per-view quality main event that’s all.

Ruthless Aggression hops up and down as she pulls as her opponent walks around the ring almost stalking his prey. They slowly meet in the middle of the ring, starring each other down neither of them moving a muscle. They take a few steps back from one another and snap into a collar and elbow tie up! Mark Storm easily overpowers Ruthless pushing her back into the corner turnbuckle as the ref breaks them up. Mark backs away but at the last possible second he slaps Ruthless across the face, you can visibly see the anger building up inside her as the ref separates the two of them. Storm backs up to the middle of the ring with a smirk on his face as Ruthless runs at him and jumps up nailing him knocking him off his feet taking him to the ground as she lands lefts and rights mounted punches! The crowd erupts as she takes out her aggression on Storm. She gets up firing up the crowd, and before she turns around Storm grabs a handful of her hair and yanks her down slamming her head off the canvas. She immediately clutches her head in pain as Storm shows off some strands of hair to the crowd that ripped out of her scalp. Ruthless uses the ropes to pull herself up and takes the fight to Mark storm as she locks up with him once again! This time she pushes him back against the ropes and with a kick to the midsection she sends him outside! Storm stumbles and before he even turns around Ruthless has bounced off the other side of the ring and shoots like a missile through the ropes in a suicide dive! The two crash into the barricade as she shoves him to the side! The crowd goes nuts as she high fives a few people in the crowd. She grabs Storm and tosses him back into the ring.

Scott Caan: This has been pretty evenly matched so far—

David Arquette: But did you see the speed she got off that suicide dive? I wouldn’t wanna be the one in her way when she comes flying through the ropes.

Once back in the ring She goes to work once again pulling Storm to his feet she locks in a headlock but Storm pushes her off and she springs off the ropes, she runs into a still shoulder from Storm and falls to the mat. Storm hits the ropes and hops over Ruthless and when he bounces off the other side just as she gets up Storm nails Ruthless with a devastating lariat sending her head over heels and crashing back down to the mat! Storm walks over to her mockingly kicking her in the head as she gets to her hands and knees trying to get back to her feet. Storm grabs her by the head pulling her up and he sends her high in the air with a vertical suplex! He holds her up in the air for at least ten seconds and then falls back sending her crashing back down to the mat. Ruthless grabs her back in pain as Storm drops an elbow on her lower back.

David Arguette: Ruthless has to get back on her feet!

Storm leans down and grabs Ruthless into a front face headlock, squeezing her temples as she reaches with her arms and legs for the ropes but she is in the middle of the ring! Storm arches back! But Ruthless refuses to give up as she slowly scoots over to the ropes, her toes barely making contact with the bottom rope! The ref calls for a break but Storm refuses to let up! The ref gives him a five count to release the hold and Storm takes up every second of it releasing at four. Storm gets to his feet dragging up Ruthless by her hair once more but Ruthless nails a kick to the midsection and nails a snap double arm DDT!!! Storm bounces off the mat grabbing his head, but Ruthless is bouncing off the opposite side and just as Storm turns around she nails a SPEAR!!! She goes for the cover!

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Ruthless jumps back to her feet the crowd roaring once again, she waits for Storm to make it back to his feet and then she lifts him up on her shoulders for the death valley driver and drives his head down into the mat! With Storm momentarily stunned she heads over to his legs and ties them up for the sharpshooter! Storm struggle to fight it, as she tries to turn him over. It’s too early, she cant get him rolled over and he kicks her off! She bounces back into the turnbuckle, and thinks quickly, she hops to the top just as Storm is getting to his feet and she leaps off the top rope and swinging in a perfect hurricanranna! Storm rolls out of the ring trying to get his Barings, Ruthless follows suit but on the other side of the ring, just as Storm turns the corner she hops on the guardrail walking it like a tightrope and nails a flying clothsline off the barricade! The crowd is going crazy!

Scott Caan: This was all Storm early on, but the tides have certainly turned in the favor of the EWC Champion!

She grabs him rolling him into the ring, following up the momentum with a pin attempt!

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The two of them get to their feet at the same time and begin throwing punces back and forth. Storm begins to get the better of the two sending Ruthless to the ground, once she gets back up and he sends her back down again! She gets back up but this time Storm hits her with a European uppercut dropping her to the mat as her knees go limp. Storm rolls her over onto her stomach and applies the cobra clutch! Wrenching on the back pulling back as hard as he can the ref asks Ruthless if she wants to give it up and you can hear her scream NO!!! She reaches out her arm and grabs the bottom rope, Storm releases the hold shoving her face down into the mat. Storm grabs Ruthless by her trunks pulling her to her feet swinging her in a circle and hurls her into the turnbuckle post between the second and top rope! Ruthless slowly falls limp and her face drops to the bottom turnbuckle and Storm runs up and kicks the bottom rope! Ruthless bounces off holding her throat as Storm goes for the cover!

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David Arquette: Boy that was a close one!

Ruthless still clutching her throat tries to crawl over to the ropes to help pull herself to her feet, but Storm shakes his head no, grabbing her by her foot and dragging her to the middle of the ring! He locks in the Guillotine choke! As Ruthless gasps for air reaching out to the ropes but she is in the middle of the ring! Her feet kick up and down as she tries to escape, there is no hope of getting to the ropes this time, the ref asks her if she wants to give it up, she shakes her head no! Slowly, Storm starts to lose his grip, as she slides out slowly… She releases her self just in time but there is no time to recover because Storm is back to his feet and he grabs her by her hair and swings her across the ring, as she drops down face first on the mat. He walks over rolling her onto her back, he stands on her hair, and grabs her wrists and yanks as hard as he can! You can hear Ruthless screaming in pain as she kicks her back arching as he pulls. He releases her and she slowly makes it to her feet as Storm bounces off the ropes, just as she turns around she runs into a running big boot square to the face from Storm! Sending her crashing back down to the mat holding her face in her hands! Storm goes for the cover…

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David Arquett: This has been a really back and forth matchup!

Scott Caan: Yeah but Ruthless has been taking a beating for the past few minutes, I don’t think we have ever seen anyone take it to Ruthless Aggression like this before.

With Ruthless still laying somewhat motionless on the mat, Storm heads to the outside and jumps up springboarding off the top rope into a springboard moonsault! He lands squarely on Ruthless’ stomach!

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David Arquette: It doesn’t get any closer than that!

Storm picks her up, but Ruthless counters with a few elbows to the midsection, she grabs Storm in the collar and elbow tieup, but Storm slips back in a standing switch and swings back into a german suplex!

Scott Caan: How much more punishment can the EWC Champion take???

He picks her up once more and again Ruthless hits three elbows to the midsection looking for a comeback! But Storm swings her around into the dragon sleeper!!! She is near the ropes! Can she get there??? She reaches out and her finger tips are just barely touching, she can hardly move! Storm laughs he knows its over as Ruthless begins to fade. The ref lifts her arm once, and it falls, a second and it falls again, he lifts it a third time… and Ruthless jumps doing a backward flip grabbing Storm by the head and nails a modified reverse DDT!!!! They are both down! Neither of them is moving!

David Arquette: If Ruthless is going to get back into this fight she has to do it now.

Storm starts to move before Ruthless as she lays motionless on the mat, he goes to pick her up and she played possum and grabs him by the waist sending him to the outside!!! She sits up catching her breath. And again runs to the ropes looking for that suicide dive but Storm moves out of the way, but Ruthless anticipated that and she stops before leaping and she heads over to the turnbuckle and launches off crashing down on Storm below! She is a bit wobbly but she manages to get to her feet, She irish whips storm toward the steel steps but he reverses it! She speeds towards the steps but before crashing into them she hops up onto them, then turns around and nails Storm with a flying clothsline! She grabs Storm and throws him back into the ring, as she follows. She pulls him to his feet and whips him into the corner turnbuckle, with him stunned she heads to the opposite side and runs at him leaping into the air nailing a Stinger Splash! She points to the air signaling for one more! And she repeats it again and she grabs Storm and throws him to the ground this time and the crowd goes wild! She picks him up and rolls him up over her shoulders grabbing his neck…. NIGHTMARE! Storm falls to the mat! She rolls him over!

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She wastes no time, she goes for his legs and ties them up for the sharpshooter, Storm has no defense this time and she turns him over and locks it in tight!!! This time Storm is in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go! Storm yells out in pain, and it looks like he might even tap… There is no sign of Ruthless losing her grip, but Storm is dragging himself towards the ropes, slowly he scratches and claws, to get to that bottom rope… His finger are almost there, and then Ruthless walks him back into the middle of the ring!!! Storm screams out in pain! The ref asks him if he wants to give it up, he shakes his head no. The crowd is going wild! He again tries to drag himself over to the ropes one arm at a time Ruthless is beginning to lose her leverage… And he gets there grabbing the bottom rope. She releases the hold, but waists no time pulling him up to his feet. She signals for the end! She leads him over to the turnbuckle lifting him up so he is sitting on the top.

David Arquette: This could be it!

She grabs him, looking for the Ruth Awakening, but Storm grabs the ropes he wont budge he grabs her hair and throws her down to the mat. Storm heads for the top rope, Ruthless gets to her feet and Storm lands a backflip onto her followed up by crooked arm lariat! Ruthless goes down, and Storm looks out into the crowd smiling as the crowd boos. This time Storm signals for the end, laughing, he picks her up on his shoulder sitting her upon the top rope…

Scott Caan: Don’t tell me—

David Arquette: NO!

Storm lands the Ruth Awakening on Ruthless Agression!!! He nailed her with her own finisher, she lays motionless on the mat, Storm laughs nudging her with his foot. He places one foot on her chest raises his arms high…

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David Arquette: That had to be on instinct alone!!!

Storm just shrugs his shoulders and picks her up by her hair… you can hear him yell at her in the face “STAY DOWN!” …Ruthless spits back in Storm’s face! Storm slaps her across the face as she falls to her knees, she just waves to him to “Just bring it”. Storm nails her in the head with a right and a left! She refuses to go down, she just sits on her knees and waves to him to “Bring it” once again!

David Arquette: What in the hell is she doing?!?

Storm grabs her by the hair pulling her to her feet, he blows Ruthless a kiss, and then lifts her up on his shoulders looking for Dystopia! He tosses her into the air but before he can connect with the knee she lands on her feet! Jumps into the air landing a Ruth Awaken from the standing position!!! Storm bounces back up to his feet dazed as he spins in circle Ruthless gives him a kick to the midsection! And without any delay she hits the Merry go Round!!! She goes for the cover!

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David Arquette: Its over!!! She did it!

The crowd erupts as Fall out boy by Centuries hits! She falls to her knees exhausted! Storm isnt moving! The referee brings her the EWC Championship as she slowly makes it to her feet, the ref raises her hand in victory!

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner! The EWC Champion! Ruthless Aggression!!!

David Arquette: What a show! What a main event!

Scott Caan: What an amazing way to sign off before Night of Champions!

Winner: Ruthless Aggression
 

SEE YOU IN LOS ANGELES AT NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS XII!!!

QUICK RESULTS
DYNAMIC DUO DEFEATED ANIMAL KINGDOM
LIZ SMALLS DEFEATED LOGAN HAVOC
LUKE WOLFE DEFEATED FLOYD SHOOTER
JOHNNY RAIKE DEFEATED CHASE WESTBROOK
GABREAL MARTIN DEFEATED BDC
LEON ROBERTS DEFEATED KASEY CROSS
JESSICA BLACK DEFEATED SHELLEY SILVER
RANDALL CHASE BROOKS DEFEATED MICHAEL CARTER
TJ DEFEATED THE VIGILIANTE
RONNIE MCNEIL DEFEATED MELISSA DAVENPORT
RUTHLESS AGGRESSION DEFEATED STORM