MNB #435 - SALT LAKE CITY

[President Mac]

WARNING: This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers. Accordingly EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL

EPISODE 435
SEPTEMBER 14TH 2015



^{Monday Night Brawl is a professional wrestling television program for Extreme Wrestling Corporation (EWC) that currently airs on ESPN, Spike, SkySports, huluPLUS and TSN2 in Canada. The shows name, which is sometimes stylized as MNB, is also used to refer to the Brawl brand, in which EWC employees are assigned to work and perform on that program. The show originally debuted in North America on the CTV & ESPN Network on April 7,1997. It remained there for a number of years until Brawl was moved to SPIKE TV and SYFY. In 2008, the show was moved to Showtime HD, SciFi HD, SkySports and the new TSN2. Since its launch in 1997, Brawl continues to air on Monday nights. Brawl is generally seen as the company's flagship program due to its longer history, higher ratings, and emphasis on pay-per-views. It is the second longest running weekly episodic television show in history}

Live from EnergySolutions Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah

EWC BRAWL
September 14th 2015
Live from EnergySolutions Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Ace Heart

"Follow" by Breaking Benjamin blasts in the Stadium.

The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night Brawls Eighteen year history. From episode 001 all the way down to last weeks episode 434.

Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator and then The Rev all with the World Championship. Sped up footage again then takes us through to Xplode, Nathan Creed, Metal Black, Living Dead Karl, Brett Black, Shawn Cage, King Flip, Slade Hardison, Emma Louise, Sabriynn Cassidy and Xaiver Reid

This is followed by highlights of showcasing Monday Night Brawl Champions: Kurt Newman, Shadow Man and Tony Savage

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



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



The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in the EnergySolutions Arena is electrifying.

Spotlights circle around the stadium as the thousands of 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

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

Fireworks emit while a fog machine covers the lower decks of the arena in a red haze! Fans stand up, pumping their fists and raising signs as the camera feed pans to each one of them. One last round of fireworks blast out now, and then the theme song of brawl continues to play..

Aiello: Hello.. welcome back to another episode of Monday Night Brawl! I am Joey Aiello and sitting beside me is my co-host, Jeremy Piven! Listen to this crowd tonight… 

Piven: The road to the Rumble has almost reached it’s grand finale and the stakes could not be any higher! These fans can feel it, I can feel it… hell, even Aiello’s ugly mom can feel it! This is electricity on all fronts! 

Aiello: One can only assume what type of craziness will take place tonight, especially coming off of the heels of last week’s Brawl where it seemed like the entire promotion threatened to burst at the seems. I have to ask though, where has the EWC Champion been? We really could use him about now.

Piven: Tony Savage has been off camera for some time now. There was a news report a few weeks ago that claimed he was involved in an altercation with the number one contender.. Xplode… at a charity event. Since that time, he has been off of the grid. The same could be said for the challenger as well.

Aiello: Xplode usually enjoys the camera time…. it makes you wonder. Perhaps he has lost his nerve? Maybe the World Title talk has finally got to him? 

Piven: You should ask him.

Aiello: If he was here.. I would. I am not afraid of him. The guy can’t even-

The lights suddenly dim down and “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack begins to play! The fans stand up and begin to cheer instantly!

Piven: Okay… there you go! It looks like you will get your chance.

Stepping out unto the stage, Xplode is dressed in a sharp suit, his hair neatly trimmed into a buzz cut. Chewing on a large piece of gum, he heads towards the ramp and makes his way to the ring. Fans bow to him on each side and each out, hoping to touch the Destroyer of Worlds.

Piven: There he is… Xplode. No man has made the impact that Xplode has, here in the history of the EWC. Ratings, media… all these things follow that man. The names that he has defeated, legendary. The only thing that he has not done here in the EWC, is win a World Championship! That could all change at Rumble in the Bronx this year, as he sets his sights on Tony Savage!

Aiello: There is no doubt that Xplode has truly proven himself here in the company. The wars that he has fought in that ring… amazing. Now, he is primed for one more. Here he is.. the Destroyer of Worlds… this should be good!

The camera pans back to the ring as we see Xplode loosening his tie in the ring. The fans continue to cheer as he smirks, a microphone raised to his lips. Letting the fans have their time, Xplode nods in response and then he speaks:

Xplode: Alright, let me just say a few damn words and then we can get this circus underway…

The fans cheer even louder as Xplode shakes his head in frustration.

Xplode: You know, only in the EWC can a man like me be treated like this. Let’s be honest here, I have never tried to be the hero around here and you know what? That isn’t changing anytime soon. That leads me to why I am here. The last time that I stood in this ring, I was involved in a tag team match against two inter-gender athletes… Kruzer and Jezzabel.. and the EWC Champion, Tony Savage. It was a good time.. wasn’t it?

The fans cheer and laugh as Xplode paces the ring.

Xplode: I hear that Kruzer is still trying to come up with reasons as to why I handed him his ass that week. You see, that’s what he does… he makes excuses. I don’t do business that way, however. You see, shortly after that match, I made a rare mistake. I turned my back on Tony Savage. Savage then took the opportunity and hit me with a chair and I have to say, it impressed me. I won’t make any excuses… I slipped. That won’t happen again, however. You see, Savage had his big moment. He likes to play the part of the rogue… hero.. of the EWC. Trust me though, he is no hero. What he is… is a jealous, lying, overhyped… turd.

The fans begin to boo and chant “SAVAGE!” as Xplode laughs.

Xplode: There you go! That’s the responses that I am used to. It’s nice to see that you all can still be counted on! As I was saying, tonight, we are going to take a stroll down memory lane. I think it’s important for the world to know Tony Savage.. like I do. He is your esteemed… albeit temporary.. World Champion, after all! To understand a champion of his magnitude, one has to go ALLLLLLL the way back to his infant days. Tony was a handsome baby from the start, and his motivation was a natural born talent… See for yourself!!

The fans begin to laugh as we see Xplode smirking in the ring.

Xplode: What a handsome baby! I have to say, not only did the man have motivation, but he had a pretty good fashion sense as well! 

The fans laugh even harder as Xplode paces the ring, soaking up the moment.

Xplode: Let’s move forward a bit now. You see, Tony had BIG career aspirations! He knew he had to shoot big! What better place for a man of his talent…. then Mcdonald’s! I gotta hand it to this guy, he truly knew how to utilize his skills!!!

Xplode: Upon entering the league, it was pretty clear from the start that due to his rather… feminine .. features.. no one was going to take him seriously. I mean, come on! The guy had flash.. he had style… he had long eyelashes! He simply was a no brainer for the Woman’s division, and Tony dominated it like no other female before him!!!

Xplode: Once he had been kicked out of the female division.. and out of their locker room… Tony somehow tricked the world into accepting him enough to join the EWC. This was when he met Ruthann Parks. From the start, he had a serious thing for Ruthie… but let’s face it.. I pretty much annihilated those pair of panties and after a man of my… size… Tony simply didn’t have a chance no matter how many blue pills he took! So, he would have to settle for hiding behind bushes and stalking her! Now, no one ever claimed that Tony was the smartest tool in the shed though. I mean, who actually puts "stalker" on their hoodie when they are doing it?!

The fans laugh hard now as the arena becomes animated. Xplode leans against the ropes, doing his best to hold it in. Finally, Xplode speaks once more.

Xplode: You see… Tony Savage was a born survivor… and a born loser. From the start, as you saw in his baby picture, he has always been swinging from my jock. Sure, he will tell you his little war against me is personal, and how he will rid the world of me once and for all at Rumble in the Bronx but let’s face it…. the dude has always been my number one fan. Behind closed doors, he has fantasized that he was me but the fact remains that fantasies are just that… a fantasy. He isn’t on my level nor will he ever be. Tony Savage is an interim champion, the kind of man that a promotion hands a title to until the true heir to the throne shows up to rip it out of his grasp. That man… is me. So let’s make one thing clear. 

Xplode clears his throat and points at the stage area.

Xplode: Tony, if you can hear me… and I know you can…. your time is almost up. You have had your fun and somehow conned the industry into actually thinking that you deserve that strap around your waist. In a few weeks, I am going to expose you. The world will see you for what you truly are… and make no mistake about it.. I will be the NEXT EWC CHAMPION! From there, I fully intend on unifying the damn straps and reigning supreme as king. 

The fans begin to cheer loudly as Xplode looks around the arena.

Aiello: Did X just say that he was going to unify the championships?!!!! Oh wow…

As the fans grow louder, Xplode clears his throat and the camera zooms in on his face.

Xplode: I always do…. what I say I will do. Savage…. wherever you are… your time is almost up. I got the girl that you want, no matter how much you deny that.... and soon I will have your strap.

Xplode tosses the microphone over his shoulder as his theme song begins to play! The fans go crazy as he flexes and plays to the audience’s responses!! 

Joe Aiello: Well that was very interesting. The future certainly looks like it is in good hands and Xplode looks like he will stop at nothing to win the EWC Championship

Jeremy Piven: We got a whole lot of show left, we will be right back after this message

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MATCH 1
DUAL DEBUT
HARRY ROSE Vs JON KELLAR

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Aiello: Here we go ladies and gentleman, our first match of the night. Here we will see two new acquisitions for EWC making their debut.

Piven: There's a distinctly British conspiracy feel about all this... I don't like it...

There are no crazy light shows and no fancy pyrotechnics as “England Belongs to Me” by Cock Sparrer starts blasting through the PA system: just a riotous blast of English street punk to accompany Harry Rose’s imminent arrival.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Approaching the ring, from Brixton, South London, weighing in at 240lbs… the “Butcher of Brixton”… Harry… ROSE!

“The Butcher of Brixton” stomps out from the backstage area and sets a brisk pace on his walk to the ring. Completely disregarding the audience and their jeers, the tough-as-old-boots Englishman quickly reaches the bottom of the ramp and rolls beneath the bottom rope. Once on his feet, Rose grabs the top rope and stretches out, readying himself for the violence he’s about to inflict.

Aiello: The so called “Butcher of Brixton” making an entrance here, looking to score a win against his fellow countryman and EWC debutant Jon Kellar.

Piven: He don’t look so tough to me…

Aiello: You’re welcome to step in the ring with him and test that theory any time Jeremy…

The lights in the arena go out… and then…

Jessica Stroup: And from Croydon, South London, weighing in at 209lbs… the “Human Dynamite” Jon Kellar!!!!

Piven: What the hell has he done to his face?

Aiello: It’s a tradition Kellar has been following for many years. The facepaint is a trademark of his in-ring persona… the Human Dynamite.

Piven: He looks like a t**t…

Aiello: Again, you’re welcome to step into the ring and explain that to him anytime…

Kellar removes his jacket and throws it to his manager, Sean O’Riley, who has joined the fray from backstage. Kellar stretches his arms and neck, while Rose simply looks on with a smirk spread across his face.

The bell rings and Rose approaches Kellar and goes for a quick tie up, but the smaller man ducks under it and plants a series of jabs to Rose’s face. Rose tries to get closer but Kellar keeps him at arms length, continuing to lead with his jab. Rose backs away and Kellar drops his guard, swinging his arms and making a “zombie” motion.

Aiello: Both of these men want to get their EWC careers off to the best possible start here. The NJFC fans among us will be well aware of Kellar’s talents from his performance in the recent Collision Course event.

Piven: The one where he lost in the first round…

Aiello: I was referring to the fantastic match he had against John Pariah… that quickness of handspeed is serving him well.

Sean tells Kellar to get his guard back up and as Rose comes in for a second time, Kellar keeps him on the outside and continues to land his jab. Rose is visibly frustrated by Kellar’s unwillingness to come in close and tries to grab him again, but Kellar sidesteps him and follows up with three jabs and a straight, sending the Butcher backwards holding his nose. The crowd show their appreciation.

Aiello: Kellar is being smart here. He knows that if he tries to match power with power he’ll get flattened, so he’s keeping to the outside… wearing Rose down.

Piven: He’s wearing me down… this is f**king boring…

Kellar ducks a clothesline and hits a reverse kick to Rose’s gut, sending the bigger man down to a knee.

Aiello: OUCH! Nothing boring about that!!!

Kellar approaches Rose and gets a front face lock, but Rose prevents the suplex and nails one of his own, followed by a series of heavy elbow drops. Kellar coughs and splutters on the mat, as the final elbow comes down, before being hurled to his feet and slammed back into the mat with a scoop slam. Rose covers.

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Rose: Lets see y’fancy dancing now you big pansy! HUH!!!!

Another series of stiff elbow drops follows, before Kellar is thrown into the corner of the ring. He slumps against the ropes as Rose approaches and drives him hard against the turnbuckles with a running clothesline. Kellar collapses down to the bottom rope, and Rose follows up by choking him against the rope.
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The referee calls a stop to that, as Rose feins innocence, while on the outside Sean claps his hands and shouts at his client.

Sean: Jon… FOCUS!!! Come on!!!!

Kellar finds himself being pulled up, and takes a knife edge chop, before being whipped across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. He side-steps a charging Rose and tries to get his jab going again, but is clearly short of breath and the punches are laboured. Laboured enough, in fact, for Rose to catch one of them and armdrag Kellar to the ground before locking in an armbar.

Aiello: It was all Kellar a moment ago, but Rose is building momentum, and he’s trying to soften up that arm and slow Kellar’s punch speed.

Kellar reaches out with one of his legs and puts it on the bottom rope.

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The referee breaks up the hold, but Kellar is now holding his arm and shaking it, trying to get some of the feeling back. He pulls himself up with the ropes and Rose stalks him, grabbing him in a front face lock and lifting him up into a vertical suplex hold, before slamming him down into the mat with a brainbuster. Rose covers

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Kellar rolls his shoulder up off the mat to escape, for now, but Rose doesn’t let up. He pulls the Human Dynamite up and grabs him in a rear waist lock, before planting him hard into the mat with a German suplex. Kellar writhes on the mat as Rose mocks him and gestures to the crowd, who boo loudly.


Kellar crawls over to the ropes and tries to pull himself up, but falls back down almost immediately.

Crowd: DYNAMITE!!! DYNAMITE!!! DYNAMITE!!!!

Kellar looks up, his eyes rolled back his head showing only the whites. He is breathing hard and heavy through his teeth.
Aiello: Oh come on!!!

Rose: You want to throw punches Kellar? I’ll show you a punch.

The referee goes over to check on the fallen Human Dynamite, while behind him Rose reaches into his boots and pulls out a set of brass knuckles.

Sean: HEY! REF!!!!

Sean succeeds in getting the referee’s attention, and the referee turns around to see Rose cocking his brass-knuckle covered fist and heading towards Kellar. The referee immediately intervenes, grabbing Rose’s fist and stopping him from landing the punch. Rose protests, but the referee succeeds in removing the knuckles and makes his way over to the corner to dispose of them.

Rose: Fine, I don’t need them to finish this pansy anyway…

Rose grabs Kellar and pulls him up, clutching him by the throat. Kellar’s eyes are still rolled back ,but then suddenly his emerald greens snap back into place and, with a smile, he lets loose a jet of red paint from his mouth, blinding the Butcher and sending him staggering back. The referee turns around just in the nick of late, as Kellar drops down to his knees and clenches his fists, before tilting his head back and looking up at the arena ceiling, the smile never fading.

Piven: What the hell is he doing??

Kellar slams his hands on the mat once. The crowd clap. Kellar slams the mat again. Again the crowd clap. Kellar continues to slam the mat, getting faster and faster as the crowd clap along.

Piven: Okay… this just disturbing.

Kellar gets up to his feet and as a blinded Rose comes charging with an errant clothesline Kellar ducks it and sends him running into the corner. Kellar approaches, a new fire in his eyes, and starts laying into Rose’s gut with hard hooks, before finishing with an uppercut to the stomach that sends Rose staggering out of the corner and onto all fours. Kellar turns and runs, driving his knee into Rose’s head and sending him down to the mat completely. Kellar walks back and kneels just in front of Rose, waiting for him to push himself off the mat

Aiello: I guess Kellar found that second wind!

Piven: Second wind??! He found an entirely new personality!!! I like it!!!

As Rose pushes up, Kellar responds by grabbing him in a front facelock and driving a series of knees into his head.
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The referee counts the four and Kellar stops for a few seconds, before resuming the kicks.
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Again, Kellar pushes it all the way to the F of Five before pausing. Keeping the front facelock, he pulls the Butcher up to his feet, hooks the leg and delivers a fisherman’s suplex. Rose, clearly dazed from the numerous kicks to the head, is struggling to centre himself, and Kellar takes full advantage by grabbing him by the hair and planting one more knee in the head. Rose hits the ground hard and the referee checks on him. Kellar watches on.

Aiello: Can Rose even continue here?

Kellar watches as Rose gets up to all fours, then approaches and gets a rear waistlock, helping him up the rest of the way before slamming him hard into the mat with a German Suplex. Kellar keeps the waistlock and slams Rose again.

Crowd: TWO!!!

Again, Kellar retains the waistlock and nails Rose with a third German Suplex

Crowd: THREE!!!

And another!

Crowd: FOUR!!!

And one for luck

Crowd: FIVE!!!

Sean O’Riley calls to Kellar to stop as Kellar pulls Rose up again with the rear waistlock. As soon as both men are standing, Kellar releases it, sneering as Rose collapses to the mat face first and lies completely still. The referee checks on him but as Rose stirs Kellar pushes the referee aside and re-establishes the rear waistlock again, delivering a sixth German Suplex. Again, Rose lies prone on the mat.

Aiello: Kellar isn’t letting up here, as soon as Rose stirs he just slams him back down again!

Piven: It’s ruthless and brutal and wonderful. He’s not even letting Rose get up to his feet!

Rose stirs again and Kellar approaches and pulls him up with a rear waistlock, but this time transfers it to a front facelock. Kellar takes a look around at the crowd and delivers the final blow… a Kellar Kutter. 

Rose's head bounces off the canvas, and he lies flat. Kellar sits on the mat for a while and stares forward, his eyes completely devoid of emotion and empathy as Rose lies flat on the mat behind him, completely unconscious. After a few seconds, Kellar rolls him over and covers him.
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WINNER (by Pinfall): Jon Kellar

Aiello: And that’s that, a debut win for the Human Dynamite in an evenly fought contest.

Piven: Even?!!! After Kellar went into that trance thing he completely destroyed Rose.

Aiello: With a little help from that Poison Mist….

Piven: Hey, whatever it takes to win!!!

Sean rolls into the ring and checks on Jon, who has rolled back into a seating position. He is staring straight ahead, a smile spreading across his painted face as the crowd cheer.

Aiello: Well, if this is a sign of things to come from EWC’s new acquisition… things could be very interesting. Wait what's this.. I'm getting word in my ear... uh, we're being told, uh, now that Ace Heart is on location with that strange benefactor to the MIA Living Dead Karl, Edgar Wellington Forsythe IV.

Piven: MIA? Don't you mean DOA?

Aiello: Don't start, Jeremy.

And then, for the audience at home, the scene switches to inside the palatial estate of the wicked old codger Edgar- you know the rest by now. All in attendance at the EnergySolutions Arena view the interview via the Brawl-o-tron big screen or whatever it's called.

The peaceful scene is deceitful in tone: a fire slowly dying within the fireplace, above which an intricately-designed mantle stands, full of strange and wondrous objects of some description. Paintings on the walls depict equally beautiful and disturbing imagery of which the average mortal's mind's eye cannot fully grasp. The light fixtures are prismatic chandeliers, though their lustre has been betrayed by the denial of light and regular dusting.

Sitting in equally plush chairs - not unlike the ones we saw the wealthy recluse seated in when we were first had the displeasure to be introduced to him - are the EWC's most dedicated of reporters Ace Heart, and the man in question himself.

Ace Heart: Ladies and gentlemen, we have the special honour of being here to-

Edgar W.F. IV: Enough with the sycophantic gratuities, you simpering cockroach! I didn't invite you here to hear you blather on incessantly! Get to your little questions!

Taken aback by the explosively rude demeanor of the aged millionaire, Ace is left speechless. For once he wouldn't have to worry about physical abuse, but the verbal abuse might turn out to be almost as bad at this rate. All the same, he tries to shake it off.

Ace Heart: Um... well... I think what the EWC community wants to know is, what's your rela-

Edgar W.F. IV: What my relation to Charles Doe is? Is that the inane question you were about to ask me? Why should I care what scores of chittering rats want to know, Heart? Whose business is it to become privy to such matters?

Confused as to why Edgar ever agreed to do the interview if he was just going to prevent Ace from speaking, let alone ask him questions, Ace lets out a defeated sigh before recollecting himself.

Ace Heart: I, uh, I guess it's not a matter of what we deserve per se, but rather, um... you have to understand that you just seemed to come out of left field, and you appear to have answers to questions we've all had about Living Dead Ka- er, Charles? Doe?

Edgar glares at Ace, his grimace not even trying to hide the disgust he has for this flashy reporter.

Edgar W.F. IV: This wrestling thing, this circus you people call the EWC, this is just a passing fancy for Charles. Do you really think he's serious about it?! He's been holding back, and that's cost him fights; had the oaf gone full-bore, why, everyone in his way would have become charnel and gore! You should all thank your lucky stars he's not been himself! But no, you insist he's a joke, a fraud, a deluded clown... and that's why you all remain closer to monkeys than people! What Charles truly is, your tiny Entertainment Tonight-riddled minds can't even begin to process! But no matter. When we bring him back, you'll denounce God and sanity. You'll beg for the relief death brings. Beg all you like, for death will never ever come for you! Sooner or later, the entirety of the EWC will become one with The Endless Walk.

Ace Heart: The Endless Walk?

Edgar W.F. IV: Did I stutter, ugly? Don't ask me any more stupid questions, all right?

Ace Heart: 'Ugly'? Well, this has been pleasant! I think, yes, I'm being told it's time to go back to the EnergySolutions Arena.

Edgar W.F. IV: Wretched coward. If you had a modicum of courage, you'd ask me what you've wanted to ask all along!

Ace is wary of this invitation; he's been more than once around the block, but the journalist in him can't resist the opportunity to get the scoop no one else actually cares about getti- erm, I mean, everyone wants to get!

Ace Heart: Well... okay then... umm, Edgar Wellington Forsythe IV... what is your relation to Living Dead Karl?

Edgar, anticipating Ace's hubris, leans forward, inciting Ace to do the same.

Edgar W.F. IV: Well... Ace Heart... my relation to Charles Doe is that he... is my-

Back in Salt Lake City, we're once again greeted by Aiello and Piven. Aiello retains his skeptical visage, meanwhile Piven looks disappointed.

Piven: Damn, now we'll never know what Mr. Forsythe was going to say!

Aiello: Really, Jeremy, really?

Piven: You're still not a believer, Joey? Even after than damning testimony from a respected member of affluent society?

Aiello: Not in a million years. But speaking of shams, it will be Kay Pinner taking Living Dead Karl's place tonight against The Cold-Hearted King, King Flip.

Piven: Yeah, well, if Pinner's anything like Roy Ceiling was last week, it'll be Flip being dethroned for once! We will be back right after this

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RINGSIDE

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The fans are heard cheering as the lights dim down, causing an uneasy feeling in the arena. “Jurrasitol” by Filter begins to play as a thick fog begins to emit from the stage.. black hooded men emerging from the darkness.

Aiello: I know whose song that is… Just when I thought things could not get any worse, now this guy is here. I have to tell you, I just get plain freaked out by the man this man!

Piven: Brett Black? That man is a damn genius! Not to mention that he is on a hell of a winning streak, here in the EWC! It goes to show you, you don’t have to be a rock star or a legend to get notice in this industry. You don’t even have to be built like a tank with an olympic physique either! Sometimes.. talent speaks for itself.

Aiello: Brett Black?!!! Talent? The man is scum.. and bat shit crazy. Tonight, him and Metal Black will square off for the rights to the “Black” surname. I hope Metal Black puts that man in his place!

Piven: You can’t destroy crazy, man. Trust me… Brett Black is crazy.

The dark figures make their way down to the ring with their faces concealed under their hoods. They surround the ring, all 8 of them, and wait. All at once, they then roll under the bottom rope and fill up the ring… only to point at the video screen that is positioned above the entrance stage. The screen flickers to life.. and we see Brett Black… his face barely visible in the darkness.

Brett Black: Black… Black… Metal Black. Tell me what soul do you lack? It was you who challenged me, for I had not wished harm upon you. It was you who showed only violence… where I only sought to extend my hand in friendship. It is you.. who puts their family’s respect on the line, where I only wish to destroy my own. You do not know me… Metal Black. No, you don’t. You tangle with forces that you know nothing about… and that is unfortunate.

Brett Black paces a moment, his face remaining in the video up close. He looks frustrated, and on the verge of a breakdown.

Brett Black: Sleep will come for me.. but not yet. OH NO… NOT YET! TONIGHT, I WILL BRING JUSTICE TO THAT RING! TONIGHT….. I will show love to Metal Black. We will engage in war, and her blood will be spilled just as Emma Louise recently had. Metal Black believes that she is ready for me, and perhaps in her mind… she is. Unfortunate… ironic. She couldn’t be more wrong! TONIGHT… I TAKE ONE MORE STEP TOWARDS MY FATE! TONIGHT… THE REAPER CONTINUES HIS WORK!!!!

Brett Black leans into the camera now, his face up close.

Brett Black: TONIGHT… METAL BLACK WILL CEASE TO EXIST! You can run from death, but it will always find you. Then, we will focus on what is important. Then… we will prepare for our big moment… so soon… soon….. so soon. RUMBLE IN THE BRONX!!!! I must focus, because the meal is too scrumptious tonight. TONIGHT I FEAST…. AND METAL IS THE MAIN COURSE!!!! MY FAMILY GROWS!!!!

Brett Black laughs in the distance as the video screen flickers and goes black. The arena lights also go dark.. and upon returning, the hooded men are no longer in the ring! The fans begin to talk amongst themselves and stir uncomfortably.

Aiello: See what I mean?! Something is very dark about that man… sinister even. I don’t like being near him at all.

Piven: I am going to bet that Metal Black feels the same way as you do. We will find out.. tonight in our main event. That will have to wait though as we have Match number two coming up between Emma Louise and Slade Hardison.

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MATCH 2
EMMA LOUISE Vs SLADE HARDISON

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Jessica Stroup: Now heading to the ring... hailing from New York: Emma Louise!

"This Little Girl" by Cady Groves plays and Emma steps through the curtain. Blows a kiss to the crowd a la Maria and then walks, half dancing to the ring where she slips feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestively over the top rope.

Aiello: Emma Louise is definitely going to have her hands full tonight.

Piven: I wouldn't mind having a handful of Emma Louise.

Jessica Stroup: And from Lexington, Kentucky... Slade Hardison!

All Hustle, No Luck by Easy Lantana begins to play all over the arena. Slade Hardison runs out onto the stage jumping up and down. Slade then starts pumping up the crowd by lifting his hands up and down. Slade begins to walk down the ramp and stops in the middle of the ramp. Slade looks around the crowd and starts hitting his fist on his chest. On the 5th time, the pyros explode up and down the ramp. Slade continues his walk to the ring, giving hi-fives to the fans. Slade then jumps onto the apron and gets into the ring. Slade walks to the nearest turnbuckle, climbs it, and lifts his hands up and down.

The bell rings and Emma Louise starts to circle, looking at her options.

Aiello: It's hard to know where to start in a match up like this. Emma's five and a half feet tall, Slade's well over six feet. That's a huge difference in size and power.

Slade steps in and with his massive reach, easily gets a grapple on Emma before she can slip away. She throws a couple of stiff shots to try and regain control of the fight, but Slade hammers back, and after one punch easily rips Emma from the ground, hitting her with a hard scoop slam. He gets up immediately, and lands a huge fist drop on Emma Louise.

Slade Hardison starts motioning for Emma to get up, and she obliges. He looks like he's ready to hit something when she turns around... but she doesn't. Instead, she does a standing backflip from a bent position, nailing Slade square in the jaw!

Aiello: Good lord! Almost like a... like a Pele Kick!

Slade's sent reeling back, but he doesn't go down. Emma's back to her feet and has her second wind, hits the ropes, comes flying at Slade...

...And nothing. She goes for a spear, it looks like, but he's big enough to stop her momentum, re-positioning her into a powerbomb spot. She starts to struggle, but he lays a hard forearm into her back, then flips her upward...

...But she's not done yet! Once on Slade's shoulders, she starts to fire punch after punch frantically into his head. Slade quickly gives up on the powerbomb idea, instead dropping back, and launching Emma out of the ring. She clears the top rope but catches it on her way out, bringing herself awkwardly back to the apron. Slade doesn't notice that she didn't hit the floor yet as he climbs to his feet, turns around... SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! Emma's back in the ring, and Slade is down!

Aiello: Emma definitely not going down without a fight here tonight.

Slade starts to sit up, but Emma's already hit the ropes, nailing Slade with another dropkick to the chest as he starts to rise! Emma delivers a couple of stomps, does a little booty poppin'... and a STANDING MOONSAULT! Cover!

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KICKOUT!

Piven: It might not have worked, but it was worth the price of admission.

Emma Louise throws in a few more stomps as Slade starts to rise, but one shot to her gut gives him some breathing room to get up. He fires another shot to her head once he's standing tall, then slings her off the ropes... spinebuster! And a follow up splash!

Slade Hardison starts making his way to the turnbuckle, but Emma isn't as down and out as he thought; she makes the chase by the time he's on the second rope, looking like she's trying to set up a Tower of London. Slade just overpowers her outright, though, shoving her away from the turnbuckle... and he goes airborn! A huge cross body on Emma, and he takes the cover.

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BUT NO! Emma kicks out!

Slade takes a deep breath, and pulls Emma to her feet. He tosses in a couple more punches, slings her off the ropes, and looks to be going for another spinebuster. Emma jumps early though, hooks her legs around him... and locks in a front-face sleeper on the standing Slade Hardison!

Aiello: HLA! Emma locking in the HLA!

Piven: You know I love a little HLA, Joe!

Slade struggles to hold her up at the uncomfortable angle, fighting not to tap and not to drop to the mat, where he'll lose any hope of escaping the hold. After a few seconds of Emma cranking on the hold, Slade rushes the turnbuckle with her, slamming her back straight into the corner post. She doesn't relent! Again, and again, and on the third slam into the turnbuckle Emma lets go, sinking to the corner.

Aiello: Quick thinking by Slade Hardison.

Slade backs off, trying to take a second to gather his wits, but Emma's already up on the second rope. She goes for some kind of flying maneuver, maybe an axe handle, but Slade catches her on his shoulder. He circles the ring with her a bit... and a press slam! Slade's up... and he starts locking in the Figure Four! Emma struggles, and she puts up a good fight... but Slade gets it locked in!

Piven: Not a good place to be, Joe!

Aiello: An absolute classic, and one of the harder submissions to get out of.

Emma Louise struggles to hang on as Slade tightens the Figure Four. The referee repeatedly asks if she gives up, and she resists, the audience starting to get into the fight. A loud chant commences.

LET'S GO EMMA! *clap clap, clap clap clap*

LET'S GO EMMA! *clap clap, clap clap clap*

Slooowly, Emma inches her way toward the ropes, Slade actively trying to yell out over the crowd for her to tap out. Finally, she gets the ropes, and the fans explode! Slade is starting to look frustrated as he breaks the hold, waiting for Emma to pull herself up on the ropes... and then launching hard for a clothesline! Emma ducks under, Slade turns--she goes for a spin kick, but he catches her foot. ENZUIGIRI! Slade and Emma both hit the mat, and the crowd is going wild! Dueling chants across the arena!

LET'S GO EMMA! / LET'S GO SLADE!

LET'S GO EMMA! / LET'S GO SLADE!

Aiello: Two often underrated performers giving it their all here tonight.

Emma gets up first, snaking behind Slade as he stumbles to his feet. Before he can take a proper stand, she hooks his head from behind, looking for 'Em's the Brakes. Slade starts to squirm...


BUT SHE NAILS IT! COVER!

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Jessica Stroup: And your winner... Emma Louise!

WINNER BY PINFALL: EMMA LOUISE

Aiello: What a big win here by Emma Louise. She is certainly heading into Rumble in the Bronx with a lot of momentum on her side. We will see her in action one more time before heading to New York on the 27th. Folks, we will be back after this message

Emma Louise celebrates in the ring while Slade remains laying on the mat, obviously disappointed in himself

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MATCH 3
LIVING DEAD KARL Vs KING FLIP

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Stroup: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring first...

K-I-N-G F-L-I-P flies from right to left across the tron screen, followed by a big pop of a pyro at the top of the rampway. "Obnoxious" by Immortal Technique begins to play and Chris Calvin walks through the curtain yelling obscenities into a megaphone. 

Stroup: ...hailing from The Land of Money and Fame...

He turns at the end of the stage and points the microphone over to the curtain, all the while King Flip walks through with his arms extended to openly accept any and all boos sent in his general direction. 

Stroup: ...and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds...

Flip walks in front of Calvin to make his way to the ring. Chris follows Flip to the ring, jogging ahead to walk up the steel steps and sit on the second rope. Flip nods in approval as he takes to the steps and enters the ring as aided by Chris, leaping onto the second rope to flash his 'double f' taunt. 

Stroup: ...being accompanied to the ring by his manager, Chris Calvin... “Cold Hearted” King Flip!

He then hops off the turnbuckle in a 180 to stretch out his arms by pulling the ropes in wait for his opponent to get to the ring. 

Stroup: And his opponent...

Mist begins to rise, soon blanketing most of the arena at low altitudes, the eerie mood augmented with the dimming of the lights, all of which is accompanied by "Pretend We're Dead". 

Stroup: ...from Gettysberg, Pennsylvania...

At about 15 seconds into the song, a form manifests itself from the once-obscuring fog as if having risen from the ground itself. At about the 35-second mark, a zombie shambles into view, arms extended, moaning like the zombie he is, but he then irritatedly drops the whole shtick and switches gears, storming to the ring with purpose, trying to antagonize front seat adults and scare their kids. 

Stroup: ...weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds... taking the place of Living Dead Karl... Kay Pinner!

Once ringside, he tries to make a beeline to the throat of his opponent and catches a dropkick right to the face.

Piven: King Flip all business this evening. He's got a lot to prove after that “shoot” earlier in the week.

Aiello: That's absolutely right. Flip seems less than excited about his position in the company, but he did say he understood it. He's out here tonight to send a message not just to Xavier Reid but to the entire EWC roster backstage.

Piven: I hope this Kay Pinner chews his throat out.

Aiello: Well, that's pleasant.

The zombie gets right back up and Flip follows through with a clothesline that takes both men over the top rope and down to the thinly padded outside. Both men are up again and Flip is still on the offensive with right fist after right fist to the forehead and jaw of the zombie. He hits with another dropkick that sends the zombie into the guardrail. None of this really seems to phase the zombie as it remains standing. Eyes turned to Chris, it makes haste toward the injured manager. Chris Calvin high tails it around the ring and up the ramp screaming “NOPE!” over and over again. The zombie follows as best it can and stumbles right into a spinning heel kick that plants it down to the ground. Chris Calvin runs through the curtain.

Piven: Look at that coward run! That's fantastic!

Aiello: Like you wouldn't run away from a zombie.

Piven: Not the point, Aiello.

Flip lifts the zombie up and narrowly evades getting bitten. He backs away and rolls into the ring as the referee reaches a four count. The zombie slides into the ring and catches a running Flip with a scoop powerslam.

Aiello: CODE BLUE! Sky Pinner with an excellent scoop powerslam. We're not watching Living Dead Karl tonight but we might as well be.

The zombie follows up with both hands on the throat of the King trying to choke the life out of him. The referee counts to four before attempting to break the illegal hold himself. The zombie launches itself up and begins chasing the referee. It stops after several threats of being eliminated from the match. Those dead eyes return to the choking man on the ground who has gotten on all fours, coughing up a storm. It connects with a knee drop on the back of Flip's head, then another, then a third. Flip's head bounces off the canvas all three times. It lifts up the living competitor by the hair and connects with three vicious headbutts that send him to one knee and wavering. The zombie stumbles to the ropes and climbs to the second, turning around to drop Flip again. This time it connects with a double axehandle smashing right to Flip's head. It goes to bite Flip again but Flip shoves his hands in the mouth of the monster and wrenches his mouth to stay wide open as Flip connects with fleeting kicks to both sides of its torso. Flip, with all his strength, pulls the monster forward and headbutts him right in the eye. It flops and rolls in pain. The King wipes his hands and checks for cuts.

Aiello: Flip barely – BARELY – avoids getting bitten there. He's very serious about not getting infected from this monster.

Piven: You don't really... never mind.

Flip is breathing fairly heavily with eyes widened as the creature gets right back up as if it were unscathed. Both return to a standing position and begin belligerently exchanging right hands to the temple, face, and jaw with neither budging an inch or faltering in speed. Flip fakes a stumble back and ducks a clothesline.

Aiello: DYNASTY DRIVER! FLIP WITH THE DYNASTY DRIVER!! PINFALL!!!

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The zombie kicks out and returns to trying to bite Flip. The King kicks it in the mouth and pushes back until he's sitting in the corner, still barely catching his breath. The zombie sits up and again both men are to their feet. They run at one another and the creature gets its hands on the throat again. He chokes Flip out for another four count before lifting him into a two-handed chokeslam, but his opponent jumps into it a reverses the momentum into a tornado DDT.

Piven: Wow! I thought that was about to be the end of King Flip there.

Aiello: He really is bringing everything he's got here, and it looks like the action is only about to go even faster!

Piven: I still hope he gets shut up here and receives his first of many losses he deserves.

Aiello: Something tells me he'll get exactly what it is he deserves no matter the outcome.

Both men are up and Flip drops to the canvas and slides out of the ring Steve Austin style. The zombie screams and runs into a suicide dive that sends both men crashing into the guardrail. Again both men are brawling without any give, but the zombie gets the upper hand as they return to their feet. Saito suplex sends Flip into the first row.

HO-LY SHIT!

HO-LY SHIT!

HO-LY SHIT!

The zombie doesn't know how to respond to the loud cheers, so it vehemently gnarls and scratches at those nearest to him sending fans running the hell away from him. A moment later Flip is on his feet and trying to get over the railing when the zombie runs at him.

Aiello: DIRT NAP!! LIVING DEAD KARL'S FINISHER RIGHT ON THE PADDING OUTSIDE THE RING!!! IF THAT ZOMBIE CAN GET FLIP BACK INTO THE RING IT'S BOUND TO BE OVER RIGHT HERE!!

Piven: And that'd be two wins for the replacement squad of Living Dead Karl. Maybe he shouldn't come back. They're doing better than he is at this.

The zombie rolls into the ring and scares the shit out of the referee with a charging scream as the referee reaches nine. He chases the referee around for a few seconds before diving back out of the ring at a collapsed Flip on the guardrail. This time Flip barely pushes himself out of the way and the zombie tweaks his neck smashing into the guardrail head first. Flip crawls to the ring at the eight count and slides in and out to break the count. He taunts the end for the zombie and begins grappling the creature from behind.

Aiello: THE BEHEADING!! FLIP RIGHT BACK WITH A HARD HITTING MOVE!!!

C-H-K!

C-H-K!

C-H-K!

Piven: Now both men have left a little piece of their brain matter on that padding outside the ring. Congratulations, you're both idiots.

Again the referee almost counts both men out when Flip breaks the count to the disdain of the referee. He gets the zombie into the ring and slides in after him. Both men are very slow to their feet in opposite corners of the ring. Flip, barely able to walk, gets to the center of the ring and taunts the zombie to follow suit. The zombie ducks a clothesline and side steps two dropkicks before connecting with a DDT. With a forearm secretly on the throat of the King, the zombie lifts one of Flip's legs for a pin.

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Flip gets his arm up a mere millisecond before the referee slaps the canvas for a third count. The fans rally behind the one true King of EWC, chanting his name back and forth.

LET'S GO KING FLIP! KING FLIP SUCKS!!

LET'S GO KING FLIP!! KING FLIP SUCKS!

LET'S GO KING FLIP! KING FLIP SUCKS!!

The zombie lifts Flip up and onto his smelly shoulders but Flip wiggles down to the canvas. The zombie quickly takes Flip down with a swift spinning leg sweep and grabs the legs of his opponent.

Aiello: LIVING DEAD WHIRL!

Piven: With all the damage Flip has taken to his head thus far, it's hard to see how he's not about to lose this match.

The crowd very loudly counts to fifteen before the zombie lets Flip go and watches as he skids across the canvas and rolls to the padded outside. The zombie shakes its head several times as it stumbles around, dizzy, trying to get outside to grab the King. It slides out of the ring and gets Flip back in. The zombie lunges at the fans before turning back to follow its opponent into the ring. He stalks King Flip and grabs the back of his head when he stands up, slamming his face into the top turnbuckle. Flip with the back elbow to the zombie's face. Flip hops to the second rope and takes a two-handed scrape to the back. The King connects with a boot to the throat and the zombie stumbles back. Flip gets his feet over the top but the zombie is still hot on his trail.

Aiello: Watch this, we've seen Flip do this before. BAM!

Flip leaps into a sitting position and connects with a boot to the rushing zombie, causing it to stumble backward, then another that plants it to the canvas when it rushes forward again. Flip stands and rises to the top rope.

Aiello: ROYAL BLOOD! 530 LEG DROP!! THAT'S IT!!!

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Stroup: Here's your winner... “Cold Hearted” King Flip!

WINNER: KING FLIP

Xavier Reid pops up on the titan tron, applauding. Flip doesn't even get his hand raised when he sees the maniac has Chris Calvin tied to a chair in the parking lot.

Xavier Reid: Hey Flip... watch this!

Xavier Reid walks over to a running vehicle now in view as the camera pans out. He climbs into the car and revs it a couple times before popping it into reverse and backing the car up.

Xavier Reid: BETTER COME OUT AND PLAY, FLIP!

Flip leaps out of the ring and hops the guardrail to run straight to the parking lot as fast as possible. The tron cuts out as the car revs several more times.

Piven: Okay, that's probably too far. I can't condone that.

Aiello: Probably? PROBABLY!?

“Monkey Business” by Skid Row plays and the crowd gets loud for a running Griffin Hawkins. The zombie gets up and turns right into a Television Championship to the face, then another when it eventually gets up. After laying waste to the LDK stand in, Griffin grabs himself a microphone.

Griffin Hawkins: Karl....enough is enough! You've been running from me since the day I came to this company. You've sneak attacked me from behind like a punk, you've cost me matches, and you've called me out only to barricade my locker room. Now....I already knew you were a coward...but as I look back on all that you've done to me, I realize that you are without a doubt the biggest chickenshit I have EVER met in my life!

The crowd goes nuts in agreement with him.

Aiello: Well he's not shy about how he feels!

Griffin Hawkins: So Karl, we can do this the easy way...you can come out here and face me like a man for once and not from behind like the little bitch you are, and we settle this. Or we can do this the hard way...and that involves me coming back there and tearing the place apart until I find wherever you're hiding and inflict so much pain and torture on you...you'll wish you were dead for real! So I gotta know Karl...do we have to do this the easy way?...or the hard way?

Griffin paces in the ring, waiting for an answer, but a sock puppet with "NOT L.D.K." written on his chest appears on the tron.

Sock Puppet: Hey, bitch boy, up here!

The crowd has a split of boos and laughs on sight as they see him.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh...I see, you're just gonna hide backstage aren't you? You're not gonna come out here and fight me? You don't even have the decency to appear on camera, you have to use a puppet?

Sock Puppet: *laughs* I don't know who you speak of. I am but a lowly sock puppet. Read the shirt, it says "NOT L.D.K."

Griffin Hawkins: Heh...something told me you wouldn't have the balls to face me one on one. But know this dead head, one way or another we are gonna fight, either you or that damn puppet, I don't care, we're gonna put this bullshit to an end once and for all.

Sock Puppet: You still don't get it do you hair boy? I'm just a sock puppet. You are getting all antsy in your pantsy over a sock puppet. A sock puppet dude. 

Griffin Hawkins: If you were a man, you'd be out here facing me, face to face. Here's the bottom line Karl, whether you walk down here, run down here, crawl, do a jig, I don't care...but sooner or later we WILL fight in this ring. And all the socks and stunt doubles in the world are not gonna save you when I beat your ugly ass and expose you for the fraud that you are!

Sock Puppet: You just don't know when to give up do you? Good Bye Bon Jovi.....

Griffin glares up at the Sock Puppet as we heads back up the ramp and we go to a break.

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BACKSTAGE

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The cameras return from break out in the parking lot. Flip is heaving and wheezing as he comes into the picture, not stopping for a second. The car in question pops into first, then second, and quickly third gear as it peels out and roars toward Chris Calvin tied in the chair. 

Flip grabs Calvin in the chair from behind and German suplex all parties out of the way in the nick of time. The chair breaks as it smacks against the concrete. Xavier Reid can be heard laughing as he stops the vehicle momentarily. 

Flip gets to one knee, hands up and ready to fight, as the car pulls out of the lot and leaves the scene. He huffs and puffs and gasps for air in-between screams to get his good friend some medical attention.

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MATCH 4
NON TITLE
SHAWN CAGE Vs KURT NEWMAN (C)

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"Attention Citizens..
This is a city wide announcement..
A level red situation is in effect..
All non-essential personal evacuate immediately to your designated zones ..
Repeat.. WARNING LEVEL RED!
Evacuate! Evacuate! Evacuate!"

"Playing the Saint” By Digital Summer plays throughout the arena, after the opening part of the song the arena fades into pitch black. As the music begins to pick up, the stage lights flash white in between the pitch blackness to match the beat of the guitar.

"Maybe I want you to hate me 
Sick of your point of view 
I hope you choke on the irony 
That you're criticizing me 
When you're the one too blind to see 
The forest through the trees"

Shawn walks out from the back through a pyro like rain while the lights fade to a black light purplish red effect and huge amounts of red and silver pyro shoot out from the sides and top of the entrance way ramp following by two over sized Canadian Flags eclipsing both sides of the entrance ramp as the music continued to play in the background over the sound system.

"You're playing the saint 
Just playing the saint 
Just playing the saint 
You can't judge me

Who the hell are you to judge?
Anybody else
When you are not exactly
Innocent yourself
You're just playing the saint
You're just playing the saint
You're just pretending to be what
You could never be
(You're no better than me)"

Shawn Cage has his attention focused on taking his time while walking down to the ring, slapping a few hands of fans at ringside and getting into the face of some of the fans who have choice words for him. He stops and looks around at the fans and gets a mixture of boos and cheers, he then makes his way to the ring. Once there he runs up the steel steps and onto the apron.

"You think you're so damn perfect 
Well I think you're worthless 
I don't care what you think of me 
I'm better than you'll ever be 
Take a look inside the mirror 
Before you throw your stones at me 
You're playing the saint 
Just playing the saint 
Just playing the saint 
You can't judge me"

He then grabs the top rope and flips over into the ring, stopping in the center of the ring as the fans boo and cheer, some throw random trash into the ring in an attempt to hit and others snap pictures of him as he taunts them with his last name is then spelled out in silver and red pyro behind him on a structure that was lowered from the rafters.

"Who the hell are you to judge? 
Anybody else 
When you are not exactly 
Innocent yourself 
You're just playing the saint 
You're just playing the saint 
You're just pretending to be what 
You could never be 
(You're no better than me) 

I can see right through you 
And everything that you do 
(You lie, you lie!) 
Your deceiving smile doesn't conceal you 
(You lie, you lie!) 
A face made of glass 
That I can see through 
Your faith is your mask 
To hide the real you 
But I can see through 
I can see right through you 
It's so damn easy to see 
You fake everything 
You're a sinner in saints clothing"

He then takes off his hoodie, earrings, lip and eyebrow ring and places it on the outside and then calls to a member of the ringside crew to come and grab his items, He then reaches into his pocket he pulls out a pair of padded MMA black gloves and begins to put them on and stretch out using the ring ropes, awaiting the bell while slipping a mouth guard in-between his teeth.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: the Following match is set for one fall. Introducing first. From Montreal quebec Canada. Weighing in at 231 pounds. Shawn Cage!

The arena erupts with cheers as Voodoo Child by Stevie Ray Vaughn begins to play throughout the arena. Kurt makes his way out with a cocky smile on his face as billions of flashes from cameras from the fans cover him. With the International Title around his waist, Kurt motions with his hands for the fans to cheer even louder. Quickly following Kurt is Alyssa Devine who holds the Awesome Title and the Tag Team Title on her shoulders. Taking Kurt by the arm Alyssa escorts Kurt Newman down to the ring. 

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent. Standing at 6’0, 220lbs! Coming from Chicago Illinois…..he is The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy……..Kurt Newman!

Standing on the ring apron, Kurt sits on the middle rope and watches as Alyssa bends over and makes her way through the rope but stops just as her butt is inches away from Kurt’s crotch. Kurt bites his hand and stares as Alyssa’s butt as it goes back and forth in front of him. Alyssa gives a sexy smile to the camera and blows a kiss before entering the ring. Kurt quickly flips into the ring and stands in the middle of the ring with his arms out raised in the sky as the crowd throws hundreds of colorful streamers of different colors into the ring. Kurt claps his hands in celebration as he quickly grabs the Awesome Title from Alyssa and jumps to a nearby ring post and lifts up the Awesome Title, the Tag Team Title, and the International Title up in the air to show off the titles to the masses. 

Jumping off the turnbuckle, Kurt kisses all three titles before handing them over to Alyssa. As the stage crew pulls all the streamers out of the ring, Alyssa makes her way out of the ring leaving Kurt standing in a corner ready for this match. 

Joe Aiello: This match looks to be good. We have the International Champion and a man who has made quite a name for himself lately looking to put a dent in the champs reign.

Jeremy Piven: Cage has already defeated our EWC Champion, maybe the International Champ is next on his hit list. Either way, I'm drunk already

The referee calls for the bell, to start the match. The two men meet in the middle, locking up. Cage pulls Newman into headlock, but Newman shoots him off, dropping down to the mat as Cage bounces back. Newman gets back up, bending over for a back body drop, but Cage sees it coming stops himself. He nails Newman with a dropkick, sending him to the mat.

Joe Aiello: Sweet dropkick by Shawn Cage.

Jeremy Piven. That'll make Newman a bit cautious.....Oh who am I kidding, he likely enjoyed that.

Trying to fight back, Newman throws out a series of shin kicks to Cage, and then follows with a punch combination, spinning around and knocking Cage to the mat with a right hook.

Jeremy Piven: Definitely enjoyed that.

Getting to his feet, Cage is caught by Newman and gets shot into the ropes. As he bounces back, Newman catches him in a belly-to-belly suplex, hoisting him up into the air and letting him drop down hard. Quickly getting back to his feet, Newman tries to seize the opportunity and runs to the ropes, goes for a springboard moonsault.

Joe Aiello: This is going to be good.

Jeremy Piven: He's gonna crash!

At the last moment, Cage manages to roll out of the way. Newman hits the mat. Cage picks himself back up and shoots the ropes, nailing Newman with a clothesline as he gets to his feet and knocks him back down.

Jeremy Piven: Called it.

Joe Aiello: Sadly, you did.

Quickly moving into position, Cage catches Newman and takes him down with a bulldog, then kicks Newman onto his back and connects with a standing moonsault. He pushes Newman down on his back and goes for the first pin of the match.

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Cage looks at the referee, looking a bit surprised he didn’t get the three there. Getting back to his feet, Cage starts to pull Newman off the mat, but Newman fights back, throwing a few punches. He attempts to shoot Cage into the corner, but Cage manages to reverse it, sending Newman into the corner. However, Newman manages to use the momentum to scale the turnbuckle and connect with whisper in the wind, knocking Cage down. Newman quickly goes for a cover.

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Newman seems a bit surprised that Cage kicked out, but quickly refocuses and climbs the turnbuckle. He claps his hands together and gestures for Cage, who is starting to get up, to get to his feet. Newman leaps off the top rope for a missile dropkick.

Joe Aiello: Newman doing whatever it takes to get the victory here.

Jeremy Piven: He better, otherwise Shawn will have a reason to gun for his titles.

Cage manages to sidestep and locks in the figure four leglock. Newman tries to endure the hold, pounding the mat, and not let his shoulder touch the mat. Struggling and fighting, Newman manages to turn himself and Cage over. Cage has no choice left but to break the hold. The two manage to get themselves up, trying to regain the feeling in their knees. 

Joe Aiello: This match has been pretty even thus far.

Jeremy Piven: Time will only tell Joe.

The two men move towards each other. Newman throws a combination of punches at Cage. Newman shoots Cage into the ropes, but Cage reverses and tosses Newman through the ropes to the outside. 

Joe Aiello: The action has spilled outside.

Jeremy Piven: They better not get near here. I just paid big money for this suite.

Following him out, Cage steps out on to the apron and catches Newman with a hurricaranna, taking him down on to the mat. Grabbing Newman, Cage rolls him into the ring. Newman manages to get to his feet. Cage slides in, getting caught with an enziguri from Newman. He staggers back and lands, slumped over the second rope. 

Seeing his chance, Newman shoots the ropes and connects with a 619, knocking Cage flat on his back. Newman jumps back into the ring and upon seeing Cage down, sort of jumps and dances like an idiot, hopping around and then does the worm, swinging his arms around and finally dropping a chop onto Cage’s chest. Newman quickly goes for a pin, hooking the leg.

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Newman looks to the ropes, getting back to his feet and running to the ropes. He jumps up, bouncing off ropes and springboarding into a moonsault.

Jeremy Piven: Trying this again?

At the last moment, Cage rolls out of the way. Newman hits nothing but canvas. Cage is right back on the attack, hitting Newman with a flying clothesline and then knocking him back down with a Knee smash.

Joe Aiello: Springboard moves are effective, when they connect.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, but in Newman's case, it's best to not do that for a while.

Cage catches Newman with another Knee Smash, and then tries to shoot him across the ring, but Newman reverses it and jumps up to catch Cage in a hurricaranna, trying to take him down, but somehow, Cage manages to reverse it into a powerbomb, driving Newman into the mat, and drops down into the pin.

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Newman quickly recovers, only to have Cage clothesline him hard over the top rope. So hard that Cage follows with. The two begin to brawl outside, while the ref begins a ten count. Newman smashes Cage's head against the corner, and attempted to slide back into the ring at the count of five, but Cage catches him, and whips him into the barricade. Cage then hits a running splash. The ref counts to eight. Newman tries to escape, but Cage catches him again, and the two begin to exchange lefts and rights, while going up the ramp. The ref reaches ten, and calls for the bell.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: This match, is a draw, by double count-out!

Joe Aiello: Well...that sucks. Sadly this match won't get the result we wanted, but it doesn't look like these two are going to be breaking it up anytime soon

Jeremy Piven: This thing has escalated and being the betting man I am, I say $1000 on these two locking up again really soon. This is personal now. In saying that... here comes to security. We will be right back folks. 

The scene heads to commercial as security attempts to break up the brawl on the ramp

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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STIPULATION MATCH

THE LOSER OF THE MATCH MUST CHANGE HIS/HER LAST NAME FOR ONE WEEK - INCLUDING BEING BILLED AS THAT LAST NAME ON NEXT WEEK'S BRAWL. THE LAST NAME IS CHOSEN ON THE SPOT BY THE WINNER OF THE MATCH

BRETT BLACK
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METAL BLACK

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Joe Aiello: Welcome back. Thankfully security came and broke up that match before things got really out of hand. Both Newman and Cage looked pretty beat up. I wouldn't be shocked to see those two mince words again next week. Well, after a fantastic hour and forty minutes, we are on to our Main Event. For the past several months, we’ve had two stars by the surname of Black, Metal Black and Brett Black, now we’ll find out who will have the right to that name.

Jeremy Piven: Someone will paint it black tonight or we’ll have a black Sabbath very soon. The winner will be back in black during the blackest night or in blackest day-

Joe Aiello: That’ll do, Jeremy. That’ll do.

Jessica Stroup: The following match is your main event and is scheduled for one fall and the winner will decide the new name of their opponent and keep the name Black. Introducing first standing 6’5” and weighing in at 29 lbs…

The lights slowly dim until the arena is barely lit, save for a few spot lights in the arena rafters. 

"Sometimes I dream of sleepiness,

sometimes I feel like I'm alive."

"Jurassitol" by Rob Zombie begins to play as the ramp area slowly illuminates, letting off a dark crimson red beam of flood lights. Slowly turning to face the top of the stage, the music continues to play as the crowd stands to their feet, the entire arena silent due to feelings of uneasiness. Stepping through the arena entrance, Rich Hunter and Shayna Stevens step out unto the stage taking their place on each side. The two of them look out at the fans before staring back at the entrance.. as Brett Black appears in the darkness.

Jessica Stroup: Hailing from New Orleans... please welcome… BRETT BLACK!

Smiling wide, Brett Black walks unto the stage area and slowly removes his dark black flannel shirt. Tossing it aside, he nods at his manager, Sam Samuels, and then makes his way down the rampway. Looking over his shoulder once, Brett grits his teeth and then slides under the bottom rope! The fans remain eerily silent as Brett heads to center ring and holds his arms out to his sides, mocking the fans. Rich Hunter remains at ringside as does Shayna Stevens. Back in the ring, Brett Black basks in the silence as he remains in place.

The theme song slowly fades out, and Black removes his fedora, tossing it to Shayna Stevens. He then bounces in place and checks his wrist tape, awaiting the sound of the bell.

Jeremy Piven: Can Brett Black keep his name of Black tonight or will there be a black out?

Joe Aiello: He’s been in some high feature matches before, and tonight he has a chance to keep his name and beat a number one contender.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, standing 5’7” and weighing in at 140 lbs, from Detroit, Michigan, representing The Force, she is METAL BLACK!

The lights dim as a few acoustic cords get strummed over the PA. As "Conditions of my Parole" by Puscifer hits in full blast, Metal Black emerges from the back in a leather jacket and... frankly, not a whole lot else. With a pool cue slung over one shoulder and a Black & Mild cigar tucked between her lips, she takes her time making her way down the ramp. She high fives fans, she stops to lean over the guard rail and let them take pictures with her, and otherwise seems to be having the time of her life.

Metal Black leans her pool cue up against the apron before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She paces around a bit before putting her cigar out on one of the turnbuckles, then flicks it to the floor and pull herself up on the corner. The cheers of the crowd heighten for a moment as she grabs the edges of her jacket, hesitantly... then tugs it from her shoulders, tossing the jacket to the referee and revealing what might well be the lewdest ring attire in professional wrestling.

Joe Aiello: Metal Black looking to continue her impressive winnings ways, can she be the one who retains the Black name or will she lose it?

Jeremy Piven: Metal Black might be the black sheep of The Force family after this. But even though the blackest day, her fire burns, always-

Joe Aiello: Do you have to keep making black puns?

Jeremy Piven: I’m out of them now, so now I’m done with the puns.

The referee checks out both wrestlers and calls for the bell, while his back is turned Brett Black attacks Metal Black from behind. He clubs her over the back hard and starts pounding away at his opponent’s back and neck. Pulling her up, Brett tosses Metal Black into the ropes and as she comes back to him, hits a shoulder blow then follows up with an elbow drop. 

Brett gets up, then repeated drops several more elbows over his opponent’s neck and chest. Not satisfied, Brett grabs Metal Black by her hair, drags her up, elbows her gut several times and lifts her up in a stalling Suplex. Keeping her suspended in the air, Brett hits turns the vertical Suplex into a Powerslam and makes a cover…

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Shoulder up by Metal Black!

Joe Aiello: Some strong early offense by Brett Black, but nothing that would keep Metal Black down for more than one.

Jeremy Piven: Since my Entourage, show and movie, days we’ve seen a lot of women go down, just not Metal Black and certainly won’t go down that easy.

Grabbing his opponent’s hair again, Brett pulls Metal up and fires his fist away several times. With his hands on Metal’s head, Brett lifts her up and manages to throw her across the ring. Trying it once more, Brett Black grabs Metal Black, pulls her to her feet and tries to throw her again but Metal Black fights back and drives a Hammer Punch across Brett’s face. 

It stuns him a moment and allows Metal Black to hit a Knee Lift and drop him down with a DDT. Leaning over Brett, Metal throws several fists into his face, gets up, bounces off the ropes and hits a Slingshot Leg Drop on her opponent. Getting up again, Metal Black does it a second time. She steps on her opponent’s forehead and grinds it in as she spins around.

Metal Black climbs the top rope, raises her ups up then jumps off and hits a diving head butt on Brett. She does it a second time after standing up, while down she leans across his chest and tries to cover him…

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Brett throws off Metal Black off of him!

Jeremy Piven: Brett Black also showing that he’s not going down so fast or easy.

Joe Aiello: Metal Black isn’t going down easy but Brett Black doesn’t want to go down so easily either.

Brett gets onto his knees and Metal walks over, kicking him but Brett manages to stand up through the pain. Metal hits several more fists and gets Brett to the ropes, tosses him to the opposite ropes and when he comes back, hits a swinging neck breaker. Standing up quickly, Metal starts stomping away on Brett’s face.

Brett rolls to the outside of the ring and Metal follows him from behind….

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Metal Black hits his back hard and Brett drops on a knee. Grabbing his arm, Metal Black whips him towards a set of stairs.

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Metal Black grabs Brett and slowly drags him up and tosses him first into the ring and follows him up. As Brett starts to stand up, Metal Black jumps on the rope and springboards off with a DDT! The fans explode seeing Brett holding his head as Metal taunts her opponent in the ring and then goes for a cover…

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SHOULDER UP BY BRETT BLACK!

Joe Aiello: Two count by Metal Black! She almost had a victory! Can Metal Black continue her winning streak?

Jeremy Piven: Brett tried to get a breather out of the ring but Metal Black punished him for it. This time Brett almost went down for the count. Can she pick up the win and be the last of the Blacks in EWC?

Joe Aiello: Whoa, watch that commentary. Do you want to end up like Don Imus or Anthony Cumia?

Metal Black argues with the referee it was a three count but he disagrees and says it was a two. Grabbing her opponent’s heard, Metal Black forces him onto his feet. She drives and elbow into his face, bounces off the ropes and Brett counters with a Short Arm Clothesline and nearly flattens Metal. Holding his opponent’s head down, Brett drives knees into Metal’s lower back.

She yells loudly and tries to roll away but Brett stops her by grabbing her cheeks and slamming her head down. The crowd boos as he tried to tear Metal’s cheeks off, but he ignores them as he almost effortlessly picks her up into a gorilla press position and hits a slam. Metal Black attempts to escape to again but Brett grabs her legs, flips her on her back, pulls legs to his crotch and gut and hits a sit out powerbomb and goes for a pin…

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Brett Black breaks up the pin by pushing Metal Black’s legs away!

Jeremy Piven: What did he do? Why did Brett break up the pin when he could have easily had the win?

Joe Aiello: You know he has something up his sleeve. Why else would Brett Black break up the pin? It’s time to make a Metal Black and through her, The Force, suffer.

Keeping Metal Black around his opponent’s legs around his head and hits a second powerbomb, and lifts her up a third time and hits a sit out piledriver. Once more, Brett goes for a pin and the referee drops down…

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KICK OUT BY METAL BLACK! Brett Black gets furious and yells at the referee.

Jeremy Piven: There’s still a lot of fight left in Metal Black!

Joe Aiello: Can she turn this match around? Can Metal Black win this and keep her name?

Brett pulls Metal onto her feet, punches her across the face and bounces off the ropes for a clothesline, Metal Black rolls out of the way but Brett still clotheslines the referee and takes him out. Still running, Brett Black still gets out of the ring and steals a chair from Joe Aiello and tosses it into the ring. Metal Black grabs it as tries to swing it on Brett but he hits a spear knocking her down. The referee stays down as Brett smashes her head repeated on the canvas. 

He then grabs the chair, lifts it up and smashes the chair on Metal Black’s face once… twice… three times and drops it. Putting a hand around her neck, Brett lifts up Metal Black and hits a Sudden Impact Chokeslam on the chair! He tosses it outside the ring, puts on leg over his shoulder and shakes the referee. The fans boo loudly as Brett leans deeply on Metal Black as the referee counts slowly…

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The fans start booing loudly as “Jurrassitol” hits the PA system. Brett Black stands up over Metal’s defeated body. He starts to laugh as he leaves the ring.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, BRETT BLACK!

WINNER BY PIN FALL: BRETT BLACK

Joe Aiello: What an incredible match. Brett Black and Metal Black put on quiet the show for us here tonight, and I can only imagine we will see these two face off again soon. However the stipulation is set, Metal Black is no more! Her last name must be changed for one week and be announced on next week's show as the name of Brett Black's choosing. Brett must now decide on what her name is. What will it be?

The ref walks over to the commentators booth and hands over a paper to Jeremy Piven

Jeremy Piven: Ladies and Gentleman, I have in my hand... the name that Brett Black has chosen for Metal Black. And it is .... THE HARLOT!!!!! Well there you have it folks, for the next week Metal Black will be known as THE HARLOT. She will not be happy about that, and who knows what she will have to see come next week. Before we conclude, it seems we have some action backstage...before we switch over, on behalf of Joe, Salt Lake City and myself, have an excellent week wrestling fans! See you next week! Now lets get to that backstage footage

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BACKSTAGE

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The feed returns as we see Xplode walking through the backstage hallway. Various EWC superstars nod and offer their respect as Xplode heads towards the parking lot. The fans begin to cheer as we see Ruthann Parks! Behind her is her son, Hunter. Stopping in front of Xplode and blocking his path, Ruthann smiles and offers him an extended embrace. Xplode accepts the gesture, and then proceeds to shake his son’s hand.

Xplode: I was just heading out. I have a long night planned. I am going to visit Terry in the hospital and then get a late night work out.

Ruthann: Care for some company?

Xplode: Absolutely. Terry would like that. You coming too, kid?

Hunter: No thanks, I have plans of my own.

Xplode: Suit yourself…

Ruthann kisses her son on the cheek and both her and Xplode continue to walk down the hallway and head towards the parking lot. As they reach a double set of doors, Ruthann turns to Xplode and smiles.

Ruthann: Remember the last time we headed out together after a show? You tried to have me killed. A car almost hit me.

Xplode laughs a moment as he adjusts his blazer.

Xplode: Good times. The car missed though… and you went on to become the World Champion. I think everything turned out well in the end.. didn’t it?

Ruthann: Yeah… I suppose so. 

The two of them head into the parking lot when suddenly Xplode’s face turns ghostly white! Ruthann looks at him, and then in the direction of where Xplode is staring. Parking in the distance is a 1977 Pontiac Firebird… and it is surrounded by broken glass! Xplode rushes off in the direction of his car as Ruthann follows closely behind, concerned. As Xplode gets a better view of the damage.. he can see that the entire side of the vehicle is dented and punctured, the tool being a small pick axe that was left embedded in the hood of the car.

Ruthann: I am… I am so sorry. I never thought that Tony was capable of this….

Xplode begins to laugh hysterically for a time before pulling the pick axe out of the hood.

Xplode: This wasn’t a message from Savage. This isn’t his style. I am impressed… I truly am. I didn't think that he had it in him.

Ruthann: Who do you think did it then?

Xplode looks at Ruthann for a moment, and then opens the driver’s side door. Cranking on the engine, Ruthann enters from the other side and the vehicle backs up… and drives away.

© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2015

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END CREDITS

MATCH WRITERS

MATCH 1 - Jon Kellar (last minute - thank you!)
MATCH 2 - Metal Black (last minute - thank you!)
MATCH 3 - King Flip
MATCH 4 - Leon Roberts (last minute - thank you!)
MAIN EVENT - Jon Goldberg

SEGMENTS

Shadow Man
Xplode
Brett Black
King Flip
President Mac
Living Dead Karl

BRAWL VOTERS

President Mac
Miss Ronda

Jon Goldberg

QUICK RE-CAP

MATCH 1
HARRY ROSE Vs JON KELLAR
WINNER: Jon Kellar (Harry no-show)


MATCH 2
EMMA LOUISE Vs SLADE HARDISON
WINNER: Emma Louise


MATCH 3
LIVING DEAD KARL Vs KING FLIP
WINNER: King Flip


MATCH 4
SHAWN CAGE Vs KURT NEWMAN (C)
WINNER: Draw


MAIN EVENT
BRETT BLACK Vs METAL BLACK
WINNER: Brett Black

© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2015