Post by President Mac on Oct 27, 2015 21:52:02 GMT -6
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
OCTOBER 26TH 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
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE 440OCTOBER 26TH 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 the Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
EWC BRAWL
October 26th 2015
Live from the Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
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 episode 439.
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, Xaiver Reid and Jon Kellar
This is followed by highlights of showcasing Monday Night Brawl Champions: Shadow Man, Metal Black and Xplode
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 Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma is electrifying.
Spotlights circle around the arena 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
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
Fireworks blast across the stage as the fans scream in delight. A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area! Another week has passed in the EWC Season and Monday Night Brawl has begun! The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The feed then switches to the announcer’s booth after one last explosion from a pyrotechnic. Joey Aiello is smiling next to Jeremy Piven. Both are dressed in black polo shirts with headsets on their heads as they look towards the viewer. Fans continuously wave as the television feed as Joey Aiello speaks:
Aiello: Hello and welcome to another episode of Monday Night Brawl! We are coming to you live for the very first time in the Chesapeake Energy Arena. Oklahoma has been a wonderful host these last few days, and the fans here are excited to see EWC live for perhaps the first time ever
Piven: When I first saw the arena name, I thought it said Cheesecake Energy Arena, then on second glance I thought it said Cheapskate Energy Arena. It wasn't until the third take did I realize I am in fucking Oklahoma. Send me back to California please
Aiello: That's not nice to say Jeremy, the people of Oklahoma have been amazing. As a quick note, there will be no Monday Night Brawl next week, instead the EWC will be embarking on a European tour. Monday Night Brawl returns on November 9th as both BRAWL and RAMPAGE head to France.
Piven: Wonderful. I mean that sarcastically. Wake me up when we get to Italy.
Aiello: Of course as Jeremy is eluding to, this European Tour will be leading up to WRESTLEFEST which once again takes place in Italy. There will be a stop in between of course, as the EWC Hosts King of the Cage in the middle of November.
Piven: I will be cage side, looking forward to it
Aiello: We of course don't want to go any further tonight without congratulating Metal Black on her victory last night. Metal Black was able to defeat Shelley Silver, for the United States Championship. We sure are proud of Metal Black. Had the International Championship not been vacated, Monday Night Brawl would have owned almost every major EWC Championship
Piven: Speaking of Vacated Championship belts, we were told to make a very brief announcement here tonight. Last week President Mac came out and vacated the International Championship belt due to Kurt Newman suffering a major injury that left him unable to compete. Then he was about to vacate the Tag Team Championships that Newman and Shadow Man shared, but Shadow Man came out demanding he be given time to find a partner to replace Newman
Aiello: President Mac agreed, however things took an ugly turn when it became known that Shadow Man ... well ... Shadow Man ...
Piven: Shadow Man shit all over President Mac's desk.
Aiello: This lead to a tirade by President Mac
Piven: Shadow Man, who was scheduled to appear tonight, has instead been banned from the building, and fined $150,000.00 for failing to show up tonight ... Which is absolutely hilarious and a baller move by Mac
Aiello: President Mac wasn't fooling around, but this fine wasn't fair. The next fine however, for $250,000 was for damages to the Desk that President Mac had to replace
Piven: Shadow Man was also suspended for two weeks, and is eligible to return on November 9th in France. In total, Shadow Man lost over $700,000.00 for pissing off President Mac. The biggest blow however, if you didn't notice on the EWC Website, the Tag Team Championships have been officially vacated. Shadow Man is no longer a Tag Team Champion here in the EWC
Aiello: The message is clear, President Mac has grown tired of Shadow Man and his immature antics. While funny, and certainly a favorite of the people, Shadow Man needs to act like a true EWC Champion to avoid the ongoing wrath of Mac
Piven: He can afford it. I can't see him changing one bit. Folks we have a big show in-store for you all tonight, we will be right back with more after these quick messages, including the final airing of the Shadow Man bacon commercial.
Piven: Wonderful. I mean that sarcastically. Wake me up when we get to Italy.
Aiello: Of course as Jeremy is eluding to, this European Tour will be leading up to WRESTLEFEST which once again takes place in Italy. There will be a stop in between of course, as the EWC Hosts King of the Cage in the middle of November.
Piven: I will be cage side, looking forward to it
Aiello: We of course don't want to go any further tonight without congratulating Metal Black on her victory last night. Metal Black was able to defeat Shelley Silver, for the United States Championship. We sure are proud of Metal Black. Had the International Championship not been vacated, Monday Night Brawl would have owned almost every major EWC Championship
Piven: Speaking of Vacated Championship belts, we were told to make a very brief announcement here tonight. Last week President Mac came out and vacated the International Championship belt due to Kurt Newman suffering a major injury that left him unable to compete. Then he was about to vacate the Tag Team Championships that Newman and Shadow Man shared, but Shadow Man came out demanding he be given time to find a partner to replace Newman
Aiello: President Mac agreed, however things took an ugly turn when it became known that Shadow Man ... well ... Shadow Man ...
Piven: Shadow Man shit all over President Mac's desk.
Aiello: This lead to a tirade by President Mac
Piven: Shadow Man, who was scheduled to appear tonight, has instead been banned from the building, and fined $150,000.00 for failing to show up tonight ... Which is absolutely hilarious and a baller move by Mac
Aiello: President Mac wasn't fooling around, but this fine wasn't fair. The next fine however, for $250,000 was for damages to the Desk that President Mac had to replace
Piven: Shadow Man was also suspended for two weeks, and is eligible to return on November 9th in France. In total, Shadow Man lost over $700,000.00 for pissing off President Mac. The biggest blow however, if you didn't notice on the EWC Website, the Tag Team Championships have been officially vacated. Shadow Man is no longer a Tag Team Champion here in the EWC
Aiello: The message is clear, President Mac has grown tired of Shadow Man and his immature antics. While funny, and certainly a favorite of the people, Shadow Man needs to act like a true EWC Champion to avoid the ongoing wrath of Mac
Piven: He can afford it. I can't see him changing one bit. Folks we have a big show in-store for you all tonight, we will be right back with more after these quick messages, including the final airing of the Shadow Man bacon commercial.
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The feed returns as we hear the arena audio system kick on! The fans stand up and scream a mixture of cheers and boos as the lights dim down! The lights that are left on fade into a crimson red hue as a fog machine begins to emit it's contents into the air...
An explosion erupts on the stage that sends the fans into a frenzy!
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen... please welcome.. the EWC Champion... XPLODE!!
The arena literally shakes from the fans responses as Xplode steps out into view, the EWC Title reflecting the camera flashes! Chewing on a large piece of gum, he walks to the end of the stage and gazes out at the fans, taking it all in!
Aiello: Well.. it looks like business just picked up! Here he is... THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS.... XPLODE! We haven't seen him since his victory over Metal Black two weeks ago.
Piven: When Xplode arrives... the world listens... or else.
Aiello: Last week, the ratings came in and we are proud to announce that Brawl is once again the top drawing show, not only in the company, but in the industry as a whole! Xplode has a big part in that!
Piven: You are listening to Xplode's new theme song.. "The Enemy" by Godsmack, available this week on EWC.Com!
Xplode walks down the ramp way and heads towards the ring as the fans continue to shout in his direction. "The Enemy" by Godsmack continues to play as he arrives. Walking up the metal steps, he makes his way through the ropes and accepts a microphone as the arena erupts around him. Waiting for them to quiet down, Xplode nods his head and then begins to speak..
Xplode: Let me cut to the damn chase. First up, I want to congratulate Metal Black on rebounding and winning that United States Championship after receiving a complete ass kicking... courtesy of me. It must have been hard to walk out to that ring with the little amount of dignity that she had left. She did find her place on the roster though now that reality has set in... and I am proud of her. You see, that's what happens when people step in the ring with me. Just like Metal Black, they walk around the locker room and talk crap about me behind my back, thinking that they have discovered the way to put me down for good.... and they are wrong every damn time. After nagging me and nagging me, I agree to face them and one week later, I prove once again that I am the best in the business today.
The fans continue to respond loudly as Xplode paces the ring for a moment.
Xplode: I didn't come out here to brag though.. the truth is that I have come out here to respond to some accusations that were made about me. Apparently, Tony Savage and his inbred crew are telling lies to the media that I killed someone? I find this comical. I mean, I am guilty of killing careers.... Tony Savage's as of recent as a matter of fact.. but I am not into committing murder. I watched the segment last week that Savage and that woman put out in my ring and one thing was very clear once all was said and done. Savage needs an intervention, and that woman is obviously his drug dealer. (Laughing) I mean, they would HAVE to be high to actually believe that they could do a damn thing to me! Savage is yesterday's news and the sooner that he accepts that, the world could be a better place. If he would like a shot at my title, he will need to step his greasy ass head back into the line and earn a shot. Hiring people to tell lies about me won't help his cause at all... when have I ever given a damn what the media has thought about me, right?
The fans reply loudly as Xplode adjusts the title belt on his shoulder once again.
Xplode: So let's get down to business. Wrestlefest is almost here and there is no clear cut challenger for my title as we head into that historic night. This is what happens when a person ravages his competition, and now I am in the position to have to offer someone the chance of a lifetime. Though the end result will obviously culminate with me raising this title over my head in victory once the night is over.. the person that I choose will actually be relevant for a time. It's just once of the many services that I provide.
The fans laugh for a brief time as Xplode smiles.
Xplode: So who should it be? We have already established that Metal Black is not in my damn league. What about King Flip? He has made a few comments about me. What do you guys think?
The fans being to cheer as the mention of King Flip. Xplode smiles and nods his head.
Xplode: The truth is... I don't give a damn what you all think. Flip doesn't deserve anything. I mean, he lost to Brett Black, didn't he? Nope, his stock started to sink the minute his ass was buried in that grave. So who is next? Brett Black? Shawn Cage? JTC? Next week, I will make my decision. In the mean time, I want to send a message to any other idiots who even think of mentioning my name in their day to day operations...
The feed zooms in on Xplode as he grits his teeth.
Xplode: The EWC belongs to me. This ring.... is my world. Any further remarks at my expense will be met with the same type of harsh justice that Metal Black received. This is reality... and in this reality I am the Sheriff that runs this town. I am done playing around with-
(Voice): OF COURSE YOU ARE! Why should you deal with this type of behavior from your peers?!
The feed pans to the entrance where we see...
Aiello: Is that.... it is.... It's Tara Michaels!!! I thought she was fired from the EWC?!
Piven: She was.... and something is telling me that it might have been more smart to stay fired instead of interrupting the champ.
Tara Michaels walks down the ramp way ad Xplode watches her with a mild interest. Adjusting the title on his shoulder, he remains at center ring as she enters beside him, smiling.
Xplode: This better be good...
Michaels: Now.. now.. before you dismiss me, I would like you to hear me out. I know we didn't end things the last time around on the right foot. I have to admit, I made a few choices that I am not very proud of in terms of my interactions with you. I would like to think of myself as a business woman after all. I want to congratulate you on winning the EWC Championship... the PREMIER Championship accolade in the industry. Jaden, your skill and ability is without equal here in the EWC....
Xplode pretends to yawn as he checks his wrist watch.
Michaels: I may not have been a very good General Manger's assistant.. but what I do excel at.. i being a manager. With your prowess an day ruthless aggression, we can cement the Era of X like never before!
Xplode: Incase you haven't noticed... I have a manager. Terry Jones is irreplaceable.
Michaels: He is also a relic of days gone by. Listen, X. Jones did a fine job and he is a big reason for how things have worked out for you.. but he has taken you as far as he can. A champion needs to evolve if he is to stay ahead of the competition! Jones knows all about wrestling's history.... I can offer you the future!
The fans begin to boo as Xplode scratches his bearded chin.
Michaels: All I ask is that you think on it?
Xplode: I will tell you this.. you have a set of balls on you. As long as Jones is alive and well, he will be the only person who manages me. Tough break, kid...
Xplode walks past Tara Michaels and exits the ring, leaving her alone. Walking up the ramp way, he reaches the stage area when Michaels suddenly shouts in his direction..
Michaels: Xplode... I understand completely. As long as Terry Jones is in the picture, you do owe him a degree of loyalty. I will be here when that status changes... and you will know where to find me.
Xplode glances at Michaels with a look of confusion... and then he heads backstage,
Aiello: There is something about Tara Michaels that bothers me, Jeremy. I don't like the way that she said that.
Piven: There is nothing worse than a woman scorned... Time for our first match of the night!
SHOW OPENER
GRIME Vs RED DRAGON
"This one right here's for the riot makers! The moshers! The stompers! The jailbreakers! WE GON START THIS PARTY OFF RIGHT!!! WE GOT KCMO IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT!!!"
As the beginning of the song really begins Grime comes out onto the ring entrance stage and pauses for a moment. Wearing his biker vest and a pair of denim blue jeans with a few holes in them, he starts making his way to the ring. He never pays any attention to the fans as the ring announcer begins to introduce him.
Stroup: Our opening bout tonight, on Brawl, is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring at this time from Kansas City, Missouri. Weighing in at 270 pounds and standing 6 feet 3 inches tall he is the one and only 'King of the Movement' GRRRRRRIIIIIIMMMMEEEEE!!!
Grime reaches ringside and chooses to circle the ring clockwise paying no attention to anyone until he looks up at the referee with a smirk on his face. He looks over at the commentators table and heads that way. He takes off his jacket and tosses it in the face of one and grabs their drink container and takes it with him as he climbs the steel steps. He finishes off whatever was in the container and then tosses it into the crowd. He enters the ring between the middle and top rope and walks over to the ref who moves away. But, seeing this, Grime makes a joke of it to mess with the ref and stands next to him to get under the ref's skin following the referee where ever he moves in the ring until the ref calls for the bell to start the match.
Aiello: Two promising up and comers are about to open this show...
Piven: One's got the name of an okay Silence of The Lambs prequel, the other one takes his name from the shit that's growing underneath David Arquette's refrigerator since Courtney left his skinny ass.
Aiello: Preaching to the choir; Jeremy. That fridge of his has so much bacteria festering in it, it's about to grow legs and walk away.
The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as David Draiman's "FORSAKEN" begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. Movement is seen near the entrance as Red Dragon pushes the curtain aside with the end of his ever present femur wrapped in barbwire steps into the arena. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet resting the femur on the ropes
Stroup: And his opponent; weighing in at 235lbs, hailing from parts unknown, The Minister of Evil....RED DRAGON!!!
Piven: Fun fact: Parts Unknown? Is that just a fancy schmancy way of saying he's from Wyoming?!? Seriously, there is NOTHING there!! It was like the Hills Have Eyes, except the mutant hillbilly people drive pick up trucks.
Aiello: On behalf of Extreme Wrestling Corporation, we'd like to apologize to anybody living in Wyoming for Jeremy's remarks.
Piven: Yeah...all 12 of you!!
Once the bell rings, it's obvious that both of these men have no use for sportsmanship, as Grime and Dragon pound on each other right off the bat. Grime uses his superior size and strength to get the upper hand, doubling him over with a big knee to the solar plexus. He whips Red Dragon into the corner, and comes charging at him immediately, drilling him in the neck with a clothesline. Stunned, Grime catches him on the vicious rebound, and violently drives him into the mat with a powerslam. He quickly follows up with a legdrop off the ropes, and goes for the quick cover...
1.....2.....Kickout by Dragon.
Piven: Obvious not enough to get the count, but I love Grime's quickness and aggressiveness. He is not wasting any time trying to end this match.
Grime drops down, and starts choking out Red Dragon with his shin, applying heavy pressure on his throat. After a few seconds, he lets go, only to stomp on his midsection several times.
Aiello: Enduring pain is one thing; getting choked out, doesn't matter how tough you are. If there's no air in the tank, you're not doing much of anything.
Grime picks up R.D., shoves him into the corner, and starts working him like a heavy bag, alternating punches into his midsection. He finishes by headbutting him, then sneering at him as R.D. slumps over. Grime tries to nail him with a spear, but Dragon slips out of the way, and Grime hits the post behind the turnbuckle shoulder first with brutal impact.
Piven: Very slick on Red Dragon's part; that aggressiveness of Grime cost him that time.
While Grime is howling, clutching his arm, Red Dragon takes a running bounce off the ropes, and nearly takes his head off with a Clothesline From Hell to the back of Grime's head. Grime is down, but instead of pinning him, Dragon steps on Grime's hand, and stomps on his hurt shoulder until referee Toby Sawyer tells him to back off. He does, but immediately drops down and locks Grime up with a cross arm bar. Grime manages to get his foot on the rope, but Red Dragon holds on until the ref's count hits 4, then releases.
Aiello: Red Dragon loves inflicting pain on people; Grime's arm is obviously giving him fits.
Piven: Smart on Dragon's part; break that arm down, and you negate a lot of Grime's power. Very savvy on R.D.'s part.
Red Dragon twists Grime's arm, then, climbs to the top rope, still holding his arm, then drops a big forearm shot to his injured wing. He slaps Grime in a headlock, then ricochets off the ropes with Grime in tow, dropping him with a bulldog. Cover by Red Dragon...
1....2....Kickout by Grime!
Dragon screams at the ref about a slow count, then goes back to work, dropkicking Grime in the shoulder. Grime rolls over, in obvious agony. Dragon once again off the ropes and tries to land a kneedrop, but Grime rolls out of the way, and Dragon lands hard on his knee. Grime takes advantage; he kicks out Dragon's knee from behind several times, causing his leg to buckle. Then, he applies the Full Nelson, bridges it into a suplex pin...
1.....2......so close...Kickout by Dragon.
Grime rolls over Red Dragon, grabs his ankle, and slams his knee into the mat.
Aiello: Grime's giving Red Dragon a little tit for tat for the arm; trying to break his leg down.
Piven; Way these tow are going, somebody's leaving tonight with a complementary cast. Or both.
Grime tries it again, but Dragon boots him in the face, causing him to recoil back. Dragon tries to exchange punches, but Grime gets the better of that, and stuns Red for a moment wit ha monster right hook. But Dragon blocks an Alabama Slam attempt, boots him in the gut, and drops him with a Twist of Fate. Cover by Dragon...
1....2....
Grime reverses the cover with a rollup...1.....2....
Dragon reverses and gets the attempt...1...2...
Kickout!!
Piven: More near falls than you trying to dance while drunk, Aiello.
Aiello: Yeah; I'm not exactly Usher on Crown Royal, pal. Least it's better than that 8 minute epileptic seizure you pull off on the floor at the club.
Red Dragon limps his way to the top of the turnbuckle. His leg is shaky from the beating Grime inflicted on it. He tries to land a Shooting Star Press, but Grime puts his knees up, and Red Dragon takes the brunt of impact in his ribcage. Red Dragon and Grime are both on the ground, and the ref begins a 10 count...
1.....2....3....4.....5....6....7....
Both men get up at the same time, and trade blows in the middle of the ring....
Grime once again gets the better of Dragon in their attempt to re-create Rock 'Em Sock 'Em robots. Stunned, Grime tries for a Grime Spectacular, but Dragon slips out just in time. He boots him the stomach and lands a DDT. Then, out of desperation, he springboards off the top rope...
NAIL IN THE COFFIN!!
Aiello: He hit that move faster and harder than your fat butt did that buffet table, Piven.
Piven: Screw you and your multiple chins; if they wouldn't give me that role, I'll take it out on their prime rib table!!
Cover by Dragon...
1....2.....3!!!
Stroup: Your winner...via pinfall....RED DRAGON
Both men are spent, but Dragon smiles wearily as the ref raises his hand in victory.
They both stare daggers at each other, and the ref unsuccessfully tries to interject when they start brawling again.
To the delight of the crowd, the fistfight continues outside the ring, before security can break them up.
And they're both smiling wildly; taunting the other to come at them.
Aiello: Solid opening match, and it's obvious these two hate each other.
Piven: Like me and you, JoJo, I hate your fat, alabaster white self, but, without you, well, I just couldn't do the....*chuckles*...who am I kidding? I could do this show with a dickless monkey banging on cymbals next to me.
Aiello: I'm gonna tape your eyelids open and force you to watch The Goods on loop until you go legally insane.
Piven: Yikes! And they say Grime and Red Dragon are sadist...check this guy out, folks.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Various fans around the arena are shown cheering as they lift their EWC merchandise, smiling at the camera with an excited glee. The camera feed pans to various sections of the arena, and each time the results are the same. Finally, the feed pans to the announcer's booth where we see Joey Aiello and Jeremy Piven. Piven is wearing a black shirt with a large X upon it. He smiles as he speaks:
Piven: So, what do you think of my slick new merchandise, Joey? You gotta show your pride, you know?
Aiello: I see that you have one of the brand new, EWC Championship shirts bearing the name of it's current holder.. Xplode! That shirt is slick.. that's for sure. From what I hear, these shirts will be available in the merchandising department starting tomorrow! The EWC Universe better get their order in quickly because these are sure to sell out!
Piven: Absolutely. There is no denying that the EWC has experienced a new era in the company. For the first time in years, we have a champion that is dominant, determined... and deadly. Xplode proved himself to be all these things last week when he walked out to the ring and defeated the newly crowned United States Champion.. Metal Black! Can anyone beat that man right now?
Aiello: You would have a hard time finding someone, that's for sure. Xplode is on another level, and his constant standard of excellence will be recognized this month as he has been chosen as the cover boy.. for this years EWC Brawl Video Game... available on all current and last generation video game consoles! Tonight, we are going to give the fans a sneak preview of the game! Ladies and Gentlemen... EWC.... 2016!!!
(Commercial)
Piven: So, what do you think of my slick new merchandise, Joey? You gotta show your pride, you know?
Aiello: I see that you have one of the brand new, EWC Championship shirts bearing the name of it's current holder.. Xplode! That shirt is slick.. that's for sure. From what I hear, these shirts will be available in the merchandising department starting tomorrow! The EWC Universe better get their order in quickly because these are sure to sell out!
Piven: Absolutely. There is no denying that the EWC has experienced a new era in the company. For the first time in years, we have a champion that is dominant, determined... and deadly. Xplode proved himself to be all these things last week when he walked out to the ring and defeated the newly crowned United States Champion.. Metal Black! Can anyone beat that man right now?
Aiello: You would have a hard time finding someone, that's for sure. Xplode is on another level, and his constant standard of excellence will be recognized this month as he has been chosen as the cover boy.. for this years EWC Brawl Video Game... available on all current and last generation video game consoles! Tonight, we are going to give the fans a sneak preview of the game! Ladies and Gentlemen... EWC.... 2016!!!
(Commercial)
The feed fades out and the screen goes black. We now see a black and white image, as classic wrestlers grapple and slam each other into the mat repeatedly. The crowd cheers and old school vehicles park in front of an arena. A blond superstar stares at the viewer an raises the championship over his head. A voice speaks in the background...
Voice: My Father was a world champion.. long before me. His Father... the same. Sometimes, excellence runs in the blood and it can not be denied. Sometimes... Champions are just meant to be.
We see the black an white picture once again as the blonde haired man slams the other once more, and the picture morphs in a more modern image. A long haired man flexes at the viewer, his chest muscles rippling. The camera slowly pans up to his face.. and we see the EWC Champion, Xplode!
Voice: Even with this rich wrestling past of mine, the road was never easy. I had to bleed for what I wanted, and short cuts were no where to be found. Disappointment, pain.. these things became my ally. To defeat my enemy I had to become one. To live in this world as a champion... I had to become the Destroyer.
Next we see a video of Xplode as he kicks a man in the gut! Hooking the arms, he drives his opponent into the mat with his finisher.. the Drop Zone. The EWC Championship Belt is shown next as he raises it over his head, the fans cheering in the background! A large X sparkles above him..
Voice: Do you think that you have what it takes to travel down my path to greatness? Do you think that you can defeat the Destroyer of Worlds?! Well if you want to try, then get ready... because I am the best to ever step into that damn ring! You have your work cut out for you.
We now see an image of Xplode as he grapples with an opponent! The image flickers... and the video now shows a rendering of the same thing in video game graphics! Shadow Man body slams Ruthless Aggression! King Flip raises Metal Black over his head, and slams her hard into the mat! Griffin Hawkins Flexes for the fans! Ronnie McNeil brings a barbed wire bat down hard upon JTC! Ion the steel cage, Tony Savage locks up with Shelly Silver...
Mark Storm stares at a wrestling ring, the World Championship around his waist...
Xplode stares back at him.. the EWC Championship hanging loosely in his grasp.
Voice: EWC BRAWL 2016.... I am Xplode... the EWC Champion and Destroyer of Worlds! This... is what it is all about.
The fans cheer as the image fades out. We see Brett Black smiling... staring at the viewer with an evil gaze.
Commercial Host: EWC Brawl 2016! Available for all current and last ten consoles as of 10/27/15! Choose any EWC Superstar or create one of your own and challenge for the right to defeat Xplode on the grandest stage of them all! New this year, we are adding the King of the Cage event! EWC Showcase mode has been upgraded and revamped. Live out the career of Xplode and experience the most important moments of his career as he battled towards EWC Championship history in the ERA of X mode!
Contents:
EWC Showcase moments including:
*The Rise of the Destroyer
* Hail the Taco Man!
* The Enigmatic Jay Cee
* The quest for Kid Cannabis!
New Modes:
Rumble in the Bronx!
King of the Cage
Over 50 EWC Supertars from the past and present!
Pre-Order and Receive BDC, President Mac, and the Rumble in the Bronx '13 Arena!
Voice: My Father was a world champion.. long before me. His Father... the same. Sometimes, excellence runs in the blood and it can not be denied. Sometimes... Champions are just meant to be.
We see the black an white picture once again as the blonde haired man slams the other once more, and the picture morphs in a more modern image. A long haired man flexes at the viewer, his chest muscles rippling. The camera slowly pans up to his face.. and we see the EWC Champion, Xplode!
Voice: Even with this rich wrestling past of mine, the road was never easy. I had to bleed for what I wanted, and short cuts were no where to be found. Disappointment, pain.. these things became my ally. To defeat my enemy I had to become one. To live in this world as a champion... I had to become the Destroyer.
Next we see a video of Xplode as he kicks a man in the gut! Hooking the arms, he drives his opponent into the mat with his finisher.. the Drop Zone. The EWC Championship Belt is shown next as he raises it over his head, the fans cheering in the background! A large X sparkles above him..
Voice: Do you think that you have what it takes to travel down my path to greatness? Do you think that you can defeat the Destroyer of Worlds?! Well if you want to try, then get ready... because I am the best to ever step into that damn ring! You have your work cut out for you.
We now see an image of Xplode as he grapples with an opponent! The image flickers... and the video now shows a rendering of the same thing in video game graphics! Shadow Man body slams Ruthless Aggression! King Flip raises Metal Black over his head, and slams her hard into the mat! Griffin Hawkins Flexes for the fans! Ronnie McNeil brings a barbed wire bat down hard upon JTC! Ion the steel cage, Tony Savage locks up with Shelly Silver...
Mark Storm stares at a wrestling ring, the World Championship around his waist...
Xplode stares back at him.. the EWC Championship hanging loosely in his grasp.
Voice: EWC BRAWL 2016.... I am Xplode... the EWC Champion and Destroyer of Worlds! This... is what it is all about.
The fans cheer as the image fades out. We see Brett Black smiling... staring at the viewer with an evil gaze.
Commercial Host: EWC Brawl 2016! Available for all current and last ten consoles as of 10/27/15! Choose any EWC Superstar or create one of your own and challenge for the right to defeat Xplode on the grandest stage of them all! New this year, we are adding the King of the Cage event! EWC Showcase mode has been upgraded and revamped. Live out the career of Xplode and experience the most important moments of his career as he battled towards EWC Championship history in the ERA of X mode!
Contents:
EWC Showcase moments including:
*The Rise of the Destroyer
* Hail the Taco Man!
* The Enigmatic Jay Cee
* The quest for Kid Cannabis!
New Modes:
Rumble in the Bronx!
King of the Cage
Over 50 EWC Supertars from the past and present!
Pre-Order and Receive BDC, President Mac, and the Rumble in the Bronx '13 Arena!
MATCH 2
JTC Vs MARSHALL YOUNG
"Another Me" By Jeff Hardy hits the pa system as the fans are in mixed chants 'Cross Sucks... Lets Go Cross' as JTC and Hope Chambers comes walking out behind JTC, JTC wearing his blue jeans and a white tank top with his face painted as JTC and Hope walks down the ramp as we give the fans high fives who wants to as I slide in the ring and raise my hands by the center of the ropes.
Joe Aiello: One of the members of Blacklist looking for a win tonight, in the past several weeks, things have been changing for him in the past few weeks. Can he finish the year on a strong note? With December approaching, no one knows.
Jeremy Piven: WestleFest is quickly approaching and JTC needs to walk into it strong. But so does every other person on our roster. As for your question, I think that the only person who knows is JTC himself.
Jessica Stroup: His opponent, standing 6’2” tall and weighing in at 219 lbs, from Memphis, Tennessee he is MARSHALL YOUNG!
"Wings of Feather and Wax" hits the speakers as the lights in the arena dim. Marshall Young steps out on the stage and looks out over the crowd before slowly raising both arms into the air. He then slowly walks down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope. Marshall spins in a circle before stepping up onto the bottom rope and laughing as he waits on his opponent.
Jeremy Piven: Marshall Young, this young man is ready for the world. Will he have what it takes to beat JTC tonight? I think so.
Joe Aiello: JTC has the experience and both are young and ready to fight. The season’s coming to a close, so we’ll see who will have a foot going forward that will end on a strong note.
The bell rings out and the two lock up. Marshall Young starts to get the upper hand but JTC kicks him in his gut allowing JTC to drive a punch over his face. Marshall takes the hit and takes it, then is hit with another and another. JTC tosses a kick into his opponent’s chest and pushes to the ropes then runs over and hits a running Dropkick. Marshall falls on the canvas and sits up but gets a knee to his face.
Marshall leans out of the ring and grabbing the middle rope, JTC starts to strangle his opponent while leaning on him with a knee on Marshall’s back. The referee starts counting but JTC breaks it by 4 and earns the ire of the crowd. Grabbing Marshall by his shoulder, JTC lifts him up and hits a Snap DDT then goes for a cover…
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Jeremy Piven: Shoulder up by Marshall Young! Doesn’t look like JTC will get the win this early tonight.
Joe Aiello: It’s really early in the match and he’s trying to make his opponent waste his energy by kicking out early. Not a bad idea, honestly.
JTC grabs his opponents face and throws several fists at Marshall Young’s face. He is pulled up but Marshall grabs his opponent’s legs and trips him up. He starts to stomp and kick over JTC’s head and chest. He tries to roll over to get up but Marshall drives a knee to his face, and hits a Tiger Suplex. JTC yells loudly but is silenced with an elbow drop.
Marshall gets up and hits several more elbows across JTC’s chest and neck. He finally rolls away and Marshall allows JTC up in a corner, then runs over and hits a shoulder block. Grabbing ahold of him, Marshal hits a Sambo Suplex, then walks over, drops on his knees and goes for a pin…
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Joe Aiello: This time, it’s Jon Cross’s turn to get his shoulder up. Marshall Young is just getting warmed up.
Jeremy Piven: JTC has had a rough road and it looks like it will keep getting worst.
JTC is pulled to his feet by his hair; Marshall hits a chop a cross his opponent’s chest but JTC counters right back with one of his own. Marshall holds his chest and is hit with an Enzuigiri, knocking him down. Jumping up, JTC tries to land an elbow drop but Marshall rolls out of the ring…
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JTC gets little bit of speed and hits his fists over Marshall’s skull. Grabs him and tosses him into the ring. JTC climbs up the ring edge, climbs up the turnbuckle and jumps off hitting a Dropkick. The fans boo as JTC builds up some steam.
Joe Aiello: The fans aren’t liking how JTC is building up some steam. He could be looking to end this one soon.
Jeremy Piven: JTC is getting head back in the game and he’s in it to win it. Can he pull out another victory tonight?
JTC gets up and pulls the head of Marshall Young in between his legs. Marshall Young tries fighting out but JTC hits a Piledriver helps his to his knees once more and JTC hits the Knock-Out Kick Hooking a leg, JTC goes for the win while holding his opponent’s tights!
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The referee calls for the bell as an enraged Marshall Young recovers and manages to get a few punches on JTC but he still escapes the ring.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, JTC!
WINNER BY PIN FALL: JTC
Joe Aiello: JTC picks up a huge win here tonight. Marshall Young could have a hard time ending this year strong, but can he pick it up next week?
Jeremy Piven: There’s still a lot of time for Marshall Young to turn this around. But tonight, it’s about JTC and him taking home the win. Folks don’t go anywhere, we still have more coming up next!
The show begins to go to commercial as Marshall Young gets up, angry about the sneaky win JTC picked up. Meanwhile at the entrance, JTC taunts him and leaves as we fade to black for a commercial.
BACKSTAGE
The scene switches to the backstage area, where Ace Heart stands next to a solitary Edgar Wellington Forsythe IV. The fans boo the instant they see the geriatric villain. The absence of anyone with him this time isn't at all assuring.
Ace Heart: Mr. Forsythe, last night at Uncensored, you and your gang of thugs came close to completely ruining the show and-
Forsythe: I don't care for your tone, you used car salesman!! If you're so desperate to lay blame on someone, lay it on the likes of those blasphemers Hawkins and Silver! Maybe even that shamelessly scantily-clad harlot with the ridiculous name! But all we did was do what we promised to do! There was nothing sinister in our intentions, and you're a slanderous amateur messenger boy for insinuating otherwise!
The fans continue to boo throughout the diatribe. Ace just looks like he regrets ever saying anything, but then looks incredulous.
Ace Heart: You tried to sacrifice Griffin!!
Forsythe: Merely to bring our dear Charles back to full health! Hawkins did murder him, after all; it was only fitting that he who spilled blood first had their blood spilled last!
Ace Heart: So then where does stealing the United States Championship factor into all this?
Forsythe: Stealing! Stealing he says! I'll sue! I'll sic 20 of the finest lawyers after you, you mustachioed goblin!
Ace backs up as Forsythe shakes his feeble fists at him.
Ace Heart: All right, all right! But the fact remains that Metal Black won the United States title from Shelley Silver yesterday, and she can't even enjoy it!
Forsythe rests his head on his fist, completely disinterested in what Ace has to say.
Forsythe: Heart... If you spent as much time on impartial journalism as you did on your hair, you'd... still be as inept as ever! I grow weary of your wild allegations! I wish the best of luck to those honest and true members of this otherwise shallow show, Miss Kinsley and Charles, slaughter your foes for a third week in a row! Three kills apiece, three moons aligning, soon the time for Charles' true revival will be at hand!
And Ace would have been rid of Forsythe, had he not had one last question to ask.
Ace Heart: You keep bringing up these three moons. What's all that about?
Forsythe looks at Ace as if he's the stupidest thing alive.
Forsythe: You know what moons are, don't you?
Ace Heart: Y-yes, yes, of course!
Forsythe: And you can manage counting to three, can't you?
Ace Heart: What? Yes!
Forsythe: Then you know what three moons are! Can I go now?!
Ace Heart: But we only have one moon here!
Forsythe just glares at Ace.
Forsythe: As always, your stupidity is astounding.
Then he wheels himself away.
Ace is left alone, confused.
Ace Heart: What? We really do only have one moon! It's called the Moon!
Forsythe shouts off-camera.
Forsythe: You're an idiot!!
Ace just looks annoyed.
Ace Heart: Ba-back to you guys ringside...
MATCH 3
LIVING DEAD KARL Vs SAM ATTIC
Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall. Our first competitor, weighing in at 235 lbs, from New York, New York, via Wichita, Kansas...
"PYSCHO" SAM ATTIC!
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". 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, Living Dead Karl shambles into view, arms extended, moaning like the zombie he is, but unlike before when he would be doing this mockingly, it appears more uncontrollable now. Brenda Vixen soon follows, ever-vigilant, ever on the lookout. Anyway, they makes their way to the ring, not interacting with the fans at all (though Brenda always has her eyes on them all the same). Once they reach ring-side, Brenda circles the outskirts of the ring while LDK storms inside the ring, only to stop dead in his tracks looking lost.
Stroup: And his opponent, from an unmarked grave, buried upside down out of spite by his victims in his past life, somewhere in Gettysburgh, P.A., the self-proclaimed "Ghast that will kick your ASS!"....LIVING DEAD KARL!!
Aiello: Somebody needs to stop this guy, that necrotic entourage of his is growing by the day.
Piven: He's creating the Wu-Tang Clan of cannibal flunkies; hell, he even turned the guy that delivers my Thai food into a zombie; now he's even slower to deliver my grub than even. On the plus side, I don't have to tip him anymore; he just eats roadkill or one of those obnoxious neighbor kids that keep teepee'ing my house.
Aiello: Yeah, darn kids...*smirks and hides a 12 pack of Charmin from camera view* But, Jeremy, things are getting crazy in EWC; mentally unstable people, flesh eating abominations. How much worse can it get?
Piven: *eyes bugging* You just had to open your piehole, didn't know? *points to t he woman behind Aiello.
Dianna Bicks: Hi, guys! You mind if I take a seat? *Doesn't bother to wait for a response, she just sits down, eating popcorn chicken*
Aiello: *throws his hands in the air* Yeah, why not? Perfect cherry on top of this insane sundae; what are you doing here?
Piven: AHHHH! YOU!! You possessed my IPhone!!
Bicks: And all those nasty little secrets you keep in there because your lazy ass doesn't delete your backlogged texts. Tom Brady called; he said you need to hide your shit better. Oh, pay attention, jackass....the ghoul and the violent special needs kid are gonna beat each other up. I've ALWAYS wanted to say that!*giddily claps her hands in excitement*
Sam starts by dropkicking Karl in the knee, then bounces off the ropes and hits him flush in the face wit ha spinning back elbow. But Karl shrugs it off. Sam does it again, once again, Karl acts like he just got hit with a package of Twinkies. He goes for another running attack, but Karl boots him in the face, sending him crashing to the mat. He grabs Sam by the throat with two hands, throws him into the turnbuckle, and starts choking him with his bootheel.
Bicks: This gave me inspiration to develop a new video game: Zombies versus Spastics!
Aiello: You're awful silly and friendly, for a psychotic stranger who threatened to murder our EWC Champion her first time on Brawl airtime!
Bicks: Murder....JoJo...you're sillier than the time your wife decided to pop ecstasy tabs right before her book club meeting.
Aiello: Wait a minute...how'd you know about that?
Piven: That was funny....Mrs. Aiello in nothing but a plastic tablecloth, wearing a lampshade, licking all the furniture before screaming that George R.R. Martin was scanning her brain with a Swingline Stapler...wait...HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?
The ref makes Karl break the choke, but while our undead grappler distracts the ref, one of his shambling cohorts jumps up the stairs and starts fish-hooking Sam in the mouth. The ref chases him off as Karl resumes his torture fest. He headbutts Sam in the nose, then, drills him into the canvas with a double handed chokeslam.
Bicks: Boris Karloff on HGH is kicking the shit out of Sam I Am. C'mon, Sammy, get full -redacted- strong and fight back. Think about your grandma locking you in the cellar for a week for forgetting to give her a sponge bath.
Karl stomps on a grounded Sam Attic, then mounts him and pummels him with double axe-handle punches. He gets up, and drops an elbow into his chest. Then another, then another. Sam coughs violently, and clutches his chest, while Karl moans and grunts sadistically.
Aiello: It's obvious ring rust has developed on Sam...seriously, how did you know that? There was only three people with us when that happened?
Piven: And how did you get popcorn chicken in here? Security in this podunk-ass arena are dicks! I couldn't even get my water bottle in without a frisking!
LDK seems firmly in control; he sets Sam up for a release powerbomb...but Sam reverses wit ha Frankensteiner! He goes for the pin...
1....2....Kickout by LDK!!
Bicks: Surprisingly competent lucha libre move by a guy who thinks lucha libre is a combo platter at Chipolte's!
Aiello: And you're an expert on lucha...because...
Bicks: Oh, I know lucha...like I know it was you two twits that deuced in Ace heart's carry-on bag, then pawned it off on Level One because everybody would just assume the dickhead Nuck would be a dickhead Nuck and do that!
LDK recovers, but Sam strikes quick, kicking at his legs repeatedly. He then boots LDK in the midsection, lands a DDT, then another cover...
1....2....thrown off by LDK!
LDK pops back up, and Sam dropkicks him in the back of the head.
Bicks: Son of Sam's really tearing into him, but this Johnny Rotten mother chucker's shrugging it off.
Aiello: Seriously...who the hell are you? How do you know so much about...
Bicks: What? Am I the only one who's actually interested in calling this match? Either contribute, or sit in the corner and suck your thumbs while mommy shows you swinging dicks how this announcing thing's done.
Sam climbs the turnbuckle, and tries to land a cross body off the top turnbuckle, but LDK catches him in the air, and nearly folds him like a taco shell with a modified pendulum backbreaker. The crowd winces and awwws while Sam writhes on the ground in agony.
Bicks: Right in the lower lumbar. That Sam I am got scrambled like Green Eggs and Ham.
Aiello: Devastating maneuver, well executed by Living Dead Karl...what is that smell? Did you smoke a cigarette before you came to the announcer's booth?
Piven: Yeah...a cigarette...like the same ones John Favreau's fat ass smoked in PCU...damn Aiello, you are so out of touch.
LDK throws Sam Attic out of the ring, and as the crowd hisses at him, his ghoulish groupies makes the audience in the front rows cower back. Karl tries to whip Sam into the ringpost, but Sam reverses, and Karl ends up eating the ring post at high velocity. Somehow, it stuns him enough that Sam gets off a kick to his midsection, then plants him on the hard concrete with a butterfly suplex. He then tosses LDK back into the ring
Piven: Seriously, who are you? You come in, threatening to kill X, Tony Savage hasn't been around since RITB, and you're reportedly the reason to blame, you seem to either be a mind reader or an NSA agent, spouting secrets about us, and you smell like...
Bicks: Who am I is not important right now, Piven. All I am is a girl who needs to see a little justice meted out, and I'll be on my way. Trust me, being around this pit of mediocrity that used to be EWC is heartbreaking; it's like if the local parole board dropped off a bunch of curtain jerkin potato heads who aren't allowed to have sharp objects on Mac's doorstep for wrestling day-camp...
And seriously, is Danny boy out of his damn mind? We've got more heels on this roster than a Payless Shoe Store.
Sam tries to set up LDK for the Joker Driver, but as he does, one of Karl's foot soldiers grabs Sam by the heel. He drops Karl, turns, and kicks away the minion, only to turn around, and get scooped up in a slam postion. Karl rushes to one turnbuckle, smashes him into the post, then runs and does the same on the opposite turnbuckle, before he powerslams him onto the mat. Cover by LDK...
1....2....kickout by Sam Attic!
Bicks: What a recovery! Sam's still fighting despite getting his Green Eggs and Ham scrambled on that series!
Sam kicks LDK in the groin as he tries to pick him up, he goes for the Crybaby while he's doubled over, but he can't keep his grip. LDK slides off...INFECTIOUS BITE!!
Bicks: Oh noes!! That bite is the equivalent of getting every STD Chupa's every had AT ONCE!!
Then, as Sam screams in agony and terror...THE HEART STOPPER! LDK with the pin...
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The ref calls for the bell!
Stroup: Your winner...by pinfall...LIVING DEAD KARL!!
Aiello: Okay, lady...I want some damn answers...*takes off his headset*...who the hell are...
Bicks: Hold that thought, Grumpy Cat...*pulls out a bag of fun sized Snickers*
Dianna walks down the ramp, almost skipping as she opens the candy bag. The Endless Walk and Karl see her, and they begin to lurch towards her out of instinct and hunger. She just smiles, eating a Snickers, even giving kids in the front row handfuls.
Aiello: Is she out of her mind? She will get eaten or turned...
Piven: Shut up, JoJo. Let her; she's out of her mind and she didn't even offer us any candy!!
The horde of flesh eating freaks start to descend upon her, as Karl and Brenda Vixen gleefully will t heir minions to destroy her, but as the get within arm's reach of the seemingly careless lass...
They recoil in terror, shirking back like some sort of spell's over come them. One does manage to cross over, but Dianna superkicks the meatbag....and the dam thing starts to smoke and scream, as if it was on fire!!
Piven: Holy...shit!!
Bicks: Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Looks like somebody failed their Fortitude save against Disruption!
The nameless fiend runs away, face smoking, and hides under the ring. Dianna requests a microphone, and she starts talking to Karl and the Dead-Heads like she was a house-mom greeting kids trick or treating.
Oh my GOD, a real wrestling zombie/mummy! Now, THIS is one of the many reasons I decided to come back home! I can't tell you how happy I am; I thought this place was going to filled with the usual archetypical jack-ass, bail jumping, ear-drum and intelligence insulting stale as week old French bread numbutts who's only here to help Mac not get his balls handed to him by the IRS, or whatever...
And it STILL is...(wow, recruiting standards have dropped)
But you, Imhotep and the Ungrateful Dead...this is WHY I love EWC!! Look, just wanted to say, I'm a huge fan...
I know, I know *responds to boos from the crowd* He's an unspeakably, Lovecraftian level, horribly evil piece of formerly human shit, and he's probably the dick that takes a single bite out of the donuts in the breakroom, and puts them back in the box like nobody's gonna notice, but...
I love it! Titles and money and prestige....BO-RING! Like Jaden on valium reading Jane Austin out loud coma inducing! Unholy abomination trying to end mankind while making side bacon in the squared circle...now THAT's fun.
Oh, sorry...my name's Dianna, and I know you're busy trying to destroy the world but...
I just had to fangirl it up; this is SO cool...
So, I won't be in your decomposing hair until probably later on the year, or longer, but...
I so LOOK forward to one day, cleansing the Earth of you and your foul ilk. Until then, keep up the good work, and...
*Tosses candy at the zombies and the crowd* HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
Aiello: She IS insane!
Piven: I told you, she's a witch! She made the zombie smoke like the muffler on your piece of shit ride. She knows all our dirty secrets. And worst of all...
SHE DIDN'T GIVE US ANY FUCKING CANDY!! NOT EVEN ONE PIECE!! I'M NOT ME WHEN I'M HUNGRY; I WANT A DAMN SNICKERS!!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
HARLOW KINSLEY Vs KING FLIP
STROUP: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT! It is a one-on-one contest scheduled for one fall!
A low rumbling sweeps the arena, and the lights begin to flicker erratically. After a second or so of build up, "Waiting Room" by Switchblade Symphony begins to play in earnest, and Nurse Kinsley appears at the top of the entry ramp. With a distant, vacant expression, she slowly stumbles her way toward the ring, occasionally stopping to stare down members of the audience.
STROUP: Making her way to the ring first… “The Nurse with the Worst” Harlow Kinsley!
Kinsley reaches the ring, slowly crawling beneath the bottom rope. Inch by inch, she pulls herself to one of the corners, where she slumps against the turnbuckle. She stares off into space, letting her music play with a face that doesn't seem to acknowledge its surroundings. After a few more moments, she grabs the middle ropes and hoists herself to her feet, shaking off her malaise.
Aiello: This woman is absolutely frightening, but that doesn’t stop Jeremy from getting the hots for her.
Piven: You want to talk about frightening women, Aiello? Have you seen your wife?
K-I-N-G F-L-I-P soars from right to left across the tron, followed closely by a big pop pyrotechnic. The opening tune of 'Obnoxious' begins to slowly fill the arena while "Maniac Manager" Chris Calvin emerges through the curtain with his right arm in a sling and a grimace on his face. He lifts he left arm and in his hand is the most ridiculously bedazzled megaphone. CC is spewing nothing short of vitriol as soon as this thing reaches range of his voice and the people are eating it up.
STROUP: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by his manager Chris Calvin… King Flip!
As Immortal Technique spits the first verse, King Flip walks through the curtain lip-syncing with his arms extended and the Underground Championship showcased around his waist. Fans get even louder for their favorite asshole. He goads them to get louder as he walks down the aisle. CC follows behind and both men approach the steel steps. Flip is first to walk the steps, sitting on the second rope, as Chris trails from behind still saying whatever nonsense comes to his mind. Chris enters the ring and points to Flip as he follows suit. The King hops to the nearest second turnbuckle and taunts the 'Double F' hand symbols with Chris still pointing and talking him up. Chris is careful to exit the ring with his hand over her sling while Flip places his title over the uninjured shoulder of his manager.
Piven: Flip thinks he’s so Goddamn special. Ooh, I won the Combat Championship! Ooh, I won a title in Japan that nobody knows the name of! OOH, I COMBINED THEM. Nobody gives a shit.
Aiello: Well, you care enough to be mad about it. Sheesh.
Kinsley lunges at Flip and he just rolls out of the ring with his arms up. She’s unsure what to make of this while he walks to the guardrail to converse with a couple fans, likely discussing Kinsley as that’s where he’s looking and pointing. The Nurse stares oddly for a moment before she mockingly tiger feint kicks the air after rushing the ropes. Flip stumbles out of the way for nothing. He walks around the ring still noncompliant as the referee finally begins the count out. Senior referee Josh Daniels gets to eight with King Flip leisurely standing against the Spanish announce table when Harlow finally takes it to the outside. She slides out of the ring and Flip jumps her. Both exchange right hands, elbows, forearms, low kicks, mid kicks, all sorts of brawling back and forth until the referee again reaches eight. They both slide into the ring and go for a spinning heel kick. Awkwardly, both competitors bounce off each other and the mat before getting up prepared for the other to strike. The crowd shows their appreciation with applause.
Aiello: Each competitor looking for that sweet kick to the mouth that they’ve both been known to catch an opponent off guard with. Great athleticism on the part of both of them.
They’re both to their feet and Harlow immediately attempts another spinning heel kick but Flip rolls under. While he’s still on one knee and before he can even turn around. Harlow lands and perfectly executes a back hook kick to the back of his head. This doesn’t flatten him just yet. He stumbles and crawls to the turnbuckle but Kinsley is right on his tail. He turns around after standing and Nurse is right there to choke him out with a boot to the throat. She doesn’t even hold onto the top rope for balance, she just stands there like a lunatic with her right boot solely fixated on her opponent’s jugular. Flip grabs the boot and she just leans forward grabbing her own leg and applying further pressure. The King gets enough grip on the boot to pull it off of him and ease the pressure a bit. Then he twists it ever slightly leaving Kinsley to hop around and maintain her own balance. He gets to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with her leg still in his arms. They land in a sort of planca style with Kinsley sandwiched between Flip and the canvas, Flip with his back to Kinsley and her leg in the air, and the referee sliding down for the pin count.
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Aiello: What the hell even was that!? King Flip with some sort of inverted… twisty… planca thing. I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.
Piven: Gotta give the man his credit. He knows more reversals than he knows wrestling moves and, even I’ll admit that guy’s got a bunch of moves in his lexicon. I dislike the guy but he’s a hell of an athlete and this just showcases that.
Aiello: Kinsley with the shoulder up and a look of piqued interest on her face. She doesn’t even look as surprised as we both were that Flip somehow got her in a pinning predicament after getting a kick in the back of the head and a boot to the throat, well, to boot!
Piven: Harlow Kinsley is a studied monster. She will learn in the ring from this man and, if she can, she’ll catch him with something tonight. Or at the very least learn from the man and adapt to his style of wrestling. She’s taken out bigger men than King Flip on the BRAWL and FSW rosters.
Flip is still shaking off the choke and kick to the head as he gets up, but Kinsley seems just fine as she rolls to her feet and leaps at Flip with a headscissors and stops to clutch in the standing armbar. Flying dragon locked in. The King agonizes as he drops to one knee and Kinsley yanks at the arm with her hands and pushes down on the back of his head with her legs. Flip yells in pain while Chris Calvin begins calling Kinsley an assortment of horrible things we won’t share here. It fails to distract her as she grips and pulls and pulls and grips on Flip’s head and left arm. He’s had about enough after nearly a minute and stumbles back to a stable footing. He then runs and jumps over the top rope. Both competitors hit their heads on the guardrail and the crowd goes insane.
HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT!!
HO-LY SHIT!!!
Aiello: WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING!?
Piven: He was thinking he needed Nurse Kinsley literally off his back and did what he needed to do. They call that a desperation maneuver, Aiello. Look it up and learn you something.
Aiello: Flip’s full of piss and vinegar tonight and is seemingly okay with giving himself a damn head injury so long as that means his opponent is chanced to get one as well. THAT was crazy.
Piven: Sometimes you gotta fight crazy with more crazy. I actually really enjoyed watching that.
Chris Calvin helps his client to their feet and slides him into the ring much to the chagrin of the referee who had started yet another count out. Flip’s head was resting on the ring apron, his eyes closed, as Josh gets to six. The ref yells out the seventh count and suddenly Nurse Kinsley is on her feet. Flip happens to open his eyes and look over as she stares him down manically. Flip screams in horror and tries to shimmy out of the way as she approaches with hands at the ready. He gets far enough to be out of her reach, so Kinsley turns momentarily to the rude manager. Chris Calvin looks to go pale for a second as she takes a couple steps toward him. He doesn’t move. Flip crawls to the referee and begins pulling at his pants and shirt to pull his attention away from what’s happening outside the ring. The referee looks away just long enough for Chris Calvin to swing that damn megaphone into the side of Harlow’s face. Bedazzled cubic zirconium goes flying in all directions. Chris Calvin doesn’t take a second to double check his work, he just high-tails it up the ramp and out of the ring area entirely. Kinsley, meanwhile, had dropped to her side with a hand on her jaw. She takes a moment on one knee before her eyes open with white-hot rage. Flip slides out of the ring and rolls her in without seeing this. He hops onto the ring apron completely not suspecting her to shoot up to one knee and headbutt him in the stomach. She grabs his head and pulls him under the top rope. Rope hung DDT. Pin.
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Flip barely kicks out in time. Kinsley holds her head as she gets up to lift him. Small package!
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Kinsley kicks out in time. Flip rolls with the momentum and gets himself out of the ring to breathe for a moment on the outside. Kinsley, still holding her face and head, takes only a second as she stands and calculated the jump. Triangle basement dropkick. Flip can’t even prepare for it as he gets kicked in the side of the head and sent rolling on the thinly padded outside. Kinsley approaches and drops a couple boots before picking Flip up and rolling him into the ring partially. She leaves his head and shoulders exposed and hanging over the ring apron. She executes several forearms to his face to be certain he’s going to stay there before ascending to the top turnbuckle.
Aiello: SENTON BOMB OHMYGOD!!! FLIP MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! FLIP MOVED!!
Piven: That would’ve surely put Flip away for the night, if not for good, Aiello. He had to move.
He more pulled himself in via bottom rope enough to have Kinsley connect entirely with the ring apron on her back and neck. She stumbles and face plants on the padding outside.
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Flip rolls to his stomach, but aside from that still a whole bunch of nothing. Kinsley is attempting to get to her feet and failing to do so. Her entire head must be pounding unforgivingly as she has now taken three different but equally painful blows. Flip looks like he’s hardly conscious as well, more instinct and motor skills than anything.
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Flip gets to his knees. Kinsley is beginning to use the guardrail to get up.
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Harlow slides into the ring half a second before the referee was prepared to count to ten. Flip is standing in the corner but otherwise completely lifeless and breathing heavily. He shakes his head and stumbles back a half step, just enough for Kinsley to find her spot.
Aiello: SOBREDOSIS! SOBREDOSIS!! IT’S OVER!
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WINNER: NURSE KINSLEY
STROUP: Here’s your winner… “Nurse” Haarlooow Kinsleeeey!
Aiello: Harlow Kinsley with the absolutely devastating finisher after taking unbridled amounts of pain from Flip as well as his manager this evening. I don’t know that I’d call this an upset victory as both competitors have proven themselves to be very, very good over the weeks they’ve been here.
Piven: It’s an upset to the “Underground Champion” Flip, he’s going to be pouty about this I know it.
Kinsley pulls her hand away from the referee and leaves the ring in a stumble as if to get back to her studies backstage.
BACKSTAGE
The scene; opaque - dingy to say the least, as the camera fixates on a glass window, which is smeared with condensation, as the water from it trickles down the glass window. The viewer is incapable of seeing what's beyond the glass window; due to the dinginess of the glass.
Exhale.
Exhale.
Exhale.
Cracks begin to appear on the glass window, ever so slowly the glass shatters as a slow motion effect is added, emphasizing the rarity of the incident as numerous pieces of glass fall upon the cold hard concrete, smashing immediately as they connect.
A silhouette of a man appears beyond the frame of the window, standing in an alpha position; now it's become evident to the viewers where the hollow exhale was coming from. The man beyond the glass window - facing the camera, however his identity, not known. Darkness surrounds him; there is no light source in the man's position, which is the reason why his identity is unknown; his face, engulfed in the darkness.
I'm not afraid of dying.
The voice of the man reverberates.
I'm not afraid of hell.
He speaks with a solemn deep tone.
I died.. a long time ago.
I've already been to hell.
Video Package
Leon is barely standing and Mark Storm charges, but Leon backdrops him over the top rope to the outside. Leon drops down and rolls out. Mark Storm jumps on Leon and starts pounding away with a mounted punch, but Leon throws him off. Mark goes for it again and this time Leon flapjacks him onto the ring apron. Leon gets under the ring and takes out a glass table.
Leon drags the table up the entrance way and sets it out just off the side on the entrance way on the floor. Leon goes back down the entrance way and grabs Mark Storm. Leon gives Mark another Blackest Night on the outside for good measure, but instead of going for a pin he gets him in a firemen's carry and starts to walk up the ramp way.
The two are on the edge of the ramp near the chair and Mark Storm comes alive! Mark gets off of Leon and starts to beat him with punches and kicks. Mark his on a roll and sets up for The Dystopia, but Leon gets out. Leon with a boot to Mark, but Mark grabs his foot, gets him on his shoulders, and DYSTOPIA THAT CAUSES LEON ROBERTS TO FALL OFF THE ENTRANCE RAMP AND CRASH THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!!!!!!! Mark Storm leaps off the entrance way onto Leon for good measure into a cover
The camera then cuts to black from the video package. The viewers now know who the man is; as now appearing on the screen is a skeleton skull painted Mark Storm, who's eyes are fixated on the camera. His eyes, as always - vacant.
At Rumble In The Bronx; Mark Storm died. Leon Roberts killed Mark Storm.
He pauses, allowing some time for his words to sink into the minds of the viewers.
But at Rumble In The Bronx:
I was born again.
I became someone else.
Images of Mark Storm after the Leon Roberts match begin to fill the screen: variating from images of him at the hospital for treatment, and also images of him seen with a counselor. The scene the cuts to black.
I've been away for quite some time now. Reevaluating, reprocessing, and refueling myself after the biggest fight of my career. I've been away.. but I've been watching from afar. I've been analyzing everything single thing that has been going on in the Extreme Wrestling Corporation. I've kept quiet. Until now.
Now appearing on the screen is Storm once again.
Shadow Man, if you're watching this. I want you to know, that I'm ready. And I want you to know, that coming from me, was the wrong decision.
After finishing his sentence, the scene then immediately cuts to black.
Exhale.
Exhale.
Exhale.
A silhouette of a man appears beyond the frame of the window, standing in an alpha position; now it's become evident to the viewers where the hollow exhale was coming from. The man beyond the glass window - facing the camera, however his identity, not known. Darkness surrounds him; there is no light source in the man's position, which is the reason why his identity is unknown; his face, engulfed in the darkness.
The camera cuts to black.
Exhale.
Exhale.
Exhale.
I'm not afraid of dying.
The voice of the man reverberates.
I'm not afraid of hell.
He speaks with a solemn deep tone.
I died.. a long time ago.
Exhale.
Exhale.
Exhale.
I've already been to hell.
Video Package
RUMBLE IN THE BRONX
Sunday 28th September, 2015
Leon is barely standing and Mark Storm charges, but Leon backdrops him over the top rope to the outside. Leon drops down and rolls out. Mark Storm jumps on Leon and starts pounding away with a mounted punch, but Leon throws him off. Mark goes for it again and this time Leon flapjacks him onto the ring apron. Leon gets under the ring and takes out a glass table.
Leon drags the table up the entrance way and sets it out just off the side on the entrance way on the floor. Leon goes back down the entrance way and grabs Mark Storm. Leon gives Mark another Blackest Night on the outside for good measure, but instead of going for a pin he gets him in a firemen's carry and starts to walk up the ramp way.
The two are on the edge of the ramp near the chair and Mark Storm comes alive! Mark gets off of Leon and starts to beat him with punches and kicks. Mark his on a roll and sets up for The Dystopia, but Leon gets out. Leon with a boot to Mark, but Mark grabs his foot, gets him on his shoulders, and DYSTOPIA THAT CAUSES LEON ROBERTS TO FALL OFF THE ENTRANCE RAMP AND CRASH THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE!!!!!!! Mark Storm leaps off the entrance way onto Leon for good measure into a cover
The camera then cuts to black from the video package. The viewers now know who the man is; as now appearing on the screen is a skeleton skull painted Mark Storm, who's eyes are fixated on the camera. His eyes, as always - vacant.
At Rumble In The Bronx; Mark Storm died. Leon Roberts killed Mark Storm.
He pauses, allowing some time for his words to sink into the minds of the viewers.
But at Rumble In The Bronx:
Exhale.
I was born again.
Exhale.
I became someone else.
Exhale.
I became something, else.
Images of Mark Storm after the Leon Roberts match begin to fill the screen: variating from images of him at the hospital for treatment, and also images of him seen with a counselor. The scene the cuts to black.
I've been away for quite some time now. Reevaluating, reprocessing, and refueling myself after the biggest fight of my career. I've been away.. but I've been watching from afar. I've been analyzing everything single thing that has been going on in the Extreme Wrestling Corporation. I've kept quiet. Until now.
It's finally time to emerge.
Now appearing on the screen is Storm once again.
Shadow Man, if you're watching this. I want you to know, that I'm ready. And I want you to know, that coming from me, was the wrong decision.
After finishing his sentence, the scene then immediately cuts to black.
© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2015
END CREDITS
MATCH WRITERS
MATCH 1 - Tony Savage
MATCH 2 - Jon Goldberg
MATCH 3 - Tony Savage
MAIN EVENT - King Flip
MATCH 2 - Jon Goldberg
MATCH 3 - Tony Savage
MAIN EVENT - King Flip
SEGMENTS
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QUICK RE-CAP
SHOW OPENER
GRIME [1RP] Vs RED DRAGON [1RP]
WINNER: Red Dragon
MATCH 2
JTC [1RP] Vs MARSHALL YOUNG [N/S]
WINNER: JTC
MATCH 3
LIVING DEAD KARL [1RP] Vs SAM ATTIC [N/S]
WINNER: Living Dead Karl
MAIN EVENT
HARLOW KINSLEY [1RP] Vs KING FLIP [1RP]
WINNER: Harlow Kinsley
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GRIME [1RP] Vs RED DRAGON [1RP]
WINNER: Red Dragon
MATCH 2
JTC [1RP] Vs MARSHALL YOUNG [N/S]
WINNER: JTC
MATCH 3
LIVING DEAD KARL [1RP] Vs SAM ATTIC [N/S]
WINNER: Living Dead Karl
MAIN EVENT
HARLOW KINSLEY [1RP] Vs KING FLIP [1RP]
WINNER: Harlow Kinsley
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