Post by President Mac on Nov 9, 2015 23:52:21 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.
NOVEMBER 9TH 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
EWC BRAWL
November 9th 2015
Live from the Bercy Arena in Paris, France
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 440.
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, Grime, 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 Bercy Arena in Paris, France 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.
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Piven: It's almost time, dude.
Aiello: Time?
Piven: That's right... Wrestlefest 2016 is almost upon us! This is the big one... a show that is steeped with EWC History! I can hardly contain myself here, but sitting next to you makes it easier to dull my excitement...
Aiello: Umm.. thanks? Moving forward, it's easy to see that the fans have turned up in droves tonight, and all eyes are on the future as we get closer to this massive pay per view. Headlining Brawl at this show is our own.. EWC Champion, and tonight he will finally declare who he will face for the biggest award in our industry... the EWC Championship! Xplode has been absolutely dominating the scene this year, and I have to say.. does it really matter who he picks? Can anyone actually defeat him?
Piven: Normally I would call you an idiot, plain and simple, by making a comment like that but I have to agree with you... I am wondering the same damn thing.
Aiello: Let's get to ringside where Jessica Stroup is standing at ready to begin tonight's show.
The feed switches to the ring as we see Jessica Stroup smiling. She is dressed in a glittering dress as she holds a microphone in one hand. As the fans continue to cheer, she waits for a moment and then begins to speak:
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen.. please welcome... the EWC President... President Mac!!!
The fans stand up and boo loudly as President Mac emerges from the backstage area, dressed in a sharp suit. His theme song plays loudly as he nods at the fans, ignoring the responses. Walking down the ramp way, he slaps a few outstretched hands and arrives at ringside. The fans continue to jeer as Mac glances at them with a look of indifference. He then walks up the metal steps and steps through the ropes, accepting a microphone from Jessica Stroup. The arena is literally exploding as he waits for the crowd to calm down. Finally, he nods his head and speaks:
President Mac: O to 100.... that's how fast you all responded upon seeing me. I am so grateful for that, regardless of whether I am cheered or booed. I need you all to understand this. I am going to get right to the point tonight because to be quite honest with you, we have an exciting show planned for you all! I took a look at the talent in the locker room on the way out here and let me tell you... Brawl is absolutely in the house tonight!
The fans begin to cheer now as President Mac nods his head. The arena is starting to get soft in regards to their outlook on him. Mac sees this, and continues to speak:
President Mac: Thank you.. thank you. So as we head into Wrestlefest, the one thing on everyone's minds has been this. Who is the number one contender for the EWC Championship? Of course, you all have heard Xplode over the last few weeks. He has repeatedly told you all that he would choose a contender as we moved forward to Wrestlefest and yet... that has not happened. I respect that man, and I have given him the opportunity to pick his opponent but I think it's about time thatI step in now. We simply can not wait any longer. Wrestlefest is absolutely huge, and I just can't have our champion without a proper opponent with only a few weeks to spare.. and so I have come to a decision. Our EWC Champion... Xplode... will defend his title against-
"I stand alone" by Godsmack suddenly plays loudly! The fans begin to boo as Xplode walks out unto the stage area!
Aiello: Uh oh... business just picked up. Here he is, the best in the business... and the EWC Champion.... Xplode. This certainly won't end well.
Piven: X and Mac are best of friends. This should be interesting. Xplode must feel a level of betrayal right now...
Xplode walks down the ramp way, the EWC Title slung over his shoulder. His eye remain on President Mac as Terry Jones walks behind him. Both men are dressed in sharp suits as they arrive at ringside. Trash is hurled at Xplode and the arena shakes from the responses of the fans as he walks up the metal steps and enters the ring. He then assists Terry Jones and both men stand across from President Mac. Xplode paces in front of Mac as Mac speaks:
President Mac: Hello Jaden. It's good to see you again...
Xplode stares at President Mac for a moment and then steps right up to him, his face full of rage.
Xplode: Is it? Mac... what the hell are you doing?!
President Mac: I am doing my job... something I would not have to do if you would have chosen an opponent.
Xplode: You know, I thought we had an agreement between us. Remember??! I would win the damn title and bring in the ratings. I would dominate like no one ever has before me, and bring respect back to this promotion... meaning money in your pockets. In return, you would stay the hell out of my way.... sound familiar?
President Mac: Yes, it does. That doesn't change the fact that the EWC is all about integrity... MY integrity. I have stood by and let you do your thing but what I am not willing to do is let this promotion go into Wrestlefest without the EWC Title on the line. History is tradition... and tradition is the very definition of the EWC.
Xplode: Wrong.... I... AM....THE... EWC.
The fans begin to boo as Xplode and President Mac look into each other's eyes at close range. Things are tense for a time until Terry Jones speaks:
Jones: Look... you two are family. What the hell is going on out here? Let's take a deep breath and do business. Danny Mac has a job to do, Jaden. We have to understand this. In return, our esteemed President must admit that the EWC Champion should have the right to designate his opponent. I suggest that Xplode do just that, so that Danny can move forward with business.
The fans respond with cheers as Mac speaks:
President Mac: ...as usual, you are right Terry. Jaden, I need you to choose your opponent for Wrestlefest.... now.
The fans begin to cheer as Xplode glares at President Mac. Xplode then adjusts the title belt and glances out at the sea of fans, saying nothing. Taking a deep breath, Xplode raises the microphone to his lips..
Xplode: Damn it... fine. There isn't a damn body in that locker room that deserves a shot at my strap, but if I have to choose someone... then I need to make something clear. I am not responsible for what will happen to the person that stands in the ring across from me on that day. You know how I do business, Danny. I play for keeps. This EWC Title means everything to me, and I will destroy anyone who tries to take it from me. This is on you.. understood?
President Mac nods his head as the arena becomes louder. Xplode looks at the fans as the anticipation grows. Nodding his head, he finally decides..
Xplode: ...my opponent and future emergency room patient is-
[Voice] Wait just a second there... champ.
Aiello: What the hell is this?!!
The feed pans to the stage area as the fans boo even louder! Dressed in a sharp suit, Tara Michaels smiles as she looks out at the ring from a distance. Smiling, she soaks up the boos from the fans before speaking:
Michaels: Before you make that decision, I would like to bend your ear for a second.
President Mac: Will someone remove that woman from the arena?! Jaden... make your decision or I will.
Tara Michaels walks down the ramp way smiling as she continues to speak despite the growing chaos in the arena.
Michaels: I'm afraid that won't be necessary. What I have to say will change matters entirely for you, our champion.. and these fans. You see, Xplode has done a fine job of holding the talent in that locker room at bay, there is no doubt about that. He has truly been a sight to see in that ring, and with that in mind, it's easy to say that his reign as EWC Champion has started off red hot. The thing is, there isn't a soul in that locker room that hasn't held some sort of contempt for that man due to the fact that he only competes on occasion. In my opinion, the EWC Champion should be the very definition of hard work and perseverance. Xplode was once that type of man.. there is no question about that. These days, he is nothing more than a prima donna..
Tara Michaels arrives at ringside and walks up the metal steps. She then cautiously enters the ring as Xplode glares at her, his eyes sending daggers in her direction. Tara Michaels simply winks at him in return and continues to speak:
Michaels: Last week, I offered to manage the champion in hopes of getting him back to the type of man that he once was. I offered him the opportunity to cement his legacy as the EWC Champion for years to come but instead, he treated me like common trash in favor of that old man... right there. He told me to manage one of the... what was the word? Oh yes... the losers in the locker room. I have to admit, I was pretty pissed when he turned me away but then it hit me... that may have been the smartest advice that Xplode has ever offered anyone.
Xplode: Tara... I suggest you leave.
Michaels: I know you do. Simply put.. I have taken on a new client. As a matter of fact, I have taken on a client that possesses a very interesting document that would be of interest to the both of you. You see, when Shadow Man decided to face Mark Storm, he forfeited rights to face the EWC Champion. When that happened, those rights were transferred... to the runner up of the Rumble in the Bronx.
The fans begin to get loud and cheers are starting to be heard! Tara Michaels smiles as Xplode has a look of shock on his face! Tara hands the document to President Mac and he reads it.
Xplode: Mac?
President Mac: She is... correct.
The fans cheer louder now!
Michaels: That's right, X. I took your advice, and I found the man who can.. and will defeat you. None of your mind games and insults will work this time, trust me. My client has been waiting for you.. training to face you.. and he is hungrier than ever. He has put in the work week in and week out, and he has a special message for you.
The fans scream with excitement as the lights begin to flicker! Flames emit from the turnbuckles as the arena turned a shade of red!
Michaels: YOU WILL STAND IN THE FACE OF FEAR.... XPLODE! YOU WILL FACE MY CLIENT... BRETT BLACK!!!
The fans scream as the lights flicker repeatedly! Then... everything goes black.
The lights then return and we see Brett Black in the ring, standing behind Xplode! Tara Michaels smiles as she backs away slowly! Before Xplode can react, Black grabs Terry Jones and flings him over the top rope and out of the ring with a sickening crunch! Xplode sees this and spins around, but it's too late! Black levels him with a clothesline from hell! Xplode hits the mat hard but is quick to return to his feet!
Black clotheslines X again... and again.. each time with even more authority! Xplode uses the ropes to get back up this time as Black stalks him! In the corner of the ring, Tara Michaels watches with an evil grin as she orders Black to attack the EWC Champion! X is finally back to his feet when Black spins him around, locks him in place... and performs his finisher... the Black Out Powerbomb!!! Xplode lands with a splat as his arms are held out to his side. He does not move at all! Tara Michaels steps out of the ring as Black looks down at Xplode, a sadistic smile on his face.
Aiello: BRETT BLACK IS HERE!!! THE CANDY MAN HAS ATTACKED THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS!!! THE BUTCHER OF THE BAYOU HAS PUT THE CHAMPION DOWN FOR THE COUNT.. OH MY GAWD!!!
Piven: Wait.. what's going on?!
Tara Michaels grabs a chair from ringside and slides it into the ring! Black sees this and picks the chair up. He slowly walks over to Xplode. Wedging the chair over Xplode's knee, Brett Black looks out at the fans. Nodding his head, he jumps into the air and lands with all of his weight unto the chair... snapping the metal around Xplode's knee cap! Xplode screams in agony as Black rolls away!
Aiello: OH MY GAWD!!! SOMEONE CALL THE AMBULANCE!! BLACK JUST BROKE THE CHAMPION'S KNEE!!
Security teams and EMT's wish into the ring as President Mac directs them! Black glares at Xplode as security pushes him backwards and out of the ring. EMT's tend to Xplode as he rolls in pain! Still at ringside, Tara Michaels smiles as she picks up the EWC Championship belt! She looks at it... and then tosses it into the ring.
Michaels: Xplode... this is just the beginning. Your time is over. You have found your opponent for Wrestlefest. How does it feel to be out smarted for a change?! This is your fault..
Tara Michaels drops the microphone and the fans boo loudly! Xplode holds his knees in the ring as EMT's roll him into a stretcher. At ringside, another set of EMT's tend to Terry Jones who is not moving at all! President Mac helps with Terry Jones.
Aiello: Okay... Tara Michaels has gone too far. Making a statement is one thing but attempting to end a person's livelihood is another. Terry Jones was innocent... this isn't good.
Piven: Xplode said that he would put his next opponent in the emergency room. I hate to say it but he brought this on himself. I know that man well though and I can honestly say that this is far from over. As long as Xplode is able to breathe, he will make it his absolute focus to get even with Brett Black.
Aiello: ...this is insane. It's official though... Xplode will defend the EWC Championship against Brett Black. I can hardly believe it. The carnage...
The feed pans to Terry Jones as EMT's wheel him away on a stretcher. In the ring, Xplode is still being tended to as the feed slowly pans out..
SHOW OPENER
COREY X Vs JTC
Aiello: What he meant to say, ladies and gentlemen, is we kick things off with two young and hungry competitors looking to move up tonight, as JTC takes on Corey X, the winner looking to move up in the ranks.
Piven: Sure, whatever floats your boat. What I meant to say was...
Never mix Tanqueray gin fizzes with beans and rice; I think I've got a batch of mustard gas brewing in the bowery...*burps*
Aiello: You're an ass act, Piven.
Piven: Don't you mean, class act, JoJo.
Aiello: No, Piven...no I do not! So, without further ado, here's Jessica!
"Light em Up" by Fall out Boy plays over the arena sound system, and the fans start cheer as Corey come onto the stage and the fireworks go off.
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening match, is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Norfolk, VA, weighing in at 210lbs...The King of Extreme...Corey X!!
"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.
Stroup: And his opponent, hailing from Madison, WI, weighing in at 240lbs...The Phenomenal King...Jonathan Thomas Cross!
Piven: Geez...we've got more kings in EWC than a case of playing cards. Couldn't we have somebody come in with the moniker of, say, "superintendent" or "geralissiomo"?
Aiello: I don't see how "superintendent" is aan intimidating moniker, Jeremy.
Piven: Well, you never met the superintendent of my kid's school district, JoJo...that guy's a ball-busting prick!
Both Corey and JTC meet in the ring, and in a show of sportsmanship, shake hands to the delight of the fans. They lock up, JTC transitions from a collar and elbow tie up, into a fireman's carry. He quickly slaps Corey X into a chinlock, then, chains it into a nerve pinch!
Aiello: Surprising technical skills there from JTC; very sound fundamental chain wrestling.
Corey manages to slip out, and dodges a wild punch thrown by JTC. He catches JTC with a dropkick in the chest, knocking him down onto the mat. As JTC is getting back up, Corey X slaps him with a waistlock from behind, and connects with a nice German Suplex into a bridge pin.
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Corey pushes JTC into the corner, lighting his chest up with Ric Flair style chops. Every time he connects, the crowd hollers "WOOOH!" After 6 chops, he whips JTC into the opposite turnbuckle, and attempts to shoulder block him in the corner. But JTC wisely puts his foot up, and Corey runs face first into his boot. As Corey is staggered, JTC boots him in t he gut, then plants him face first into the canvas with a Fameasser. Cover by JTC...
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Th...kickout by Corey X!
Aiello: Both men have avoided early pinfalls and...wow, how drunk are you right now, Piven?
Piven: This many! *points his thumbs down and gives Aiello the raspberry*
JTC twists Corey's arm, then, starts working it with forearm shots to the shoulder. He dumps Corey back onto the mat with a bodyslam, comes off the ropes, and attempts to connect with an elbow drop. But Corey rolls out of the way, and JTC winds up clutching his elbow in pain. Corey, on one knee, connects with a forearm shot to the midsection, then another, and while JTC is doubled over, pulls off a gut wrench suplex. Corey X lands a few punches to JTC's forehead while he's on his back before the ref breaks it up, then gets on his feet and starts pumping the crowd up.
Piven: Hey: less time showboating, more time ass-beating, new guy!
Aiello: Corey's certain not afraid to get the crowd into the moment; they're clapping along with him. Great energy from one of EWC's newest roster members.
Corey showboats a little too long, but goes back to task. He headbutts JTC, then comes off the ropes and tries to take his head off with a running clothesline, but JTC ducks the incoming assault. Corey tries to cross body him on the rebound, but JTC catches him in mid-air, and using Corey's own momentum, plants him into the mat with a vicious powerslam. Cover by JTC..
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Thr..Kickout by Corey!
Frustrated, JTC slaps the mat, and reaches down to pick up Corey. But Corey counters with a jawbreaker that stuns JTC. As JTC is clutching his jaw in pain, Corey with a knee to the midsection, then sets him up in what seems to be a vertical suplex position. Instead, he lets JTC's feet rest on the middle rope... Elevated DDT. Cover by Corey X...
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thr....kickout by JTC!
Aiello: So close; Corey X with a big impact move, but it just wasn't enough to put the vet down for the count.
Piven: This match is...*burp* surprisingly good. You know what isn't surprisingly good...gin! You know it rocks! *holds up his highball glass* Gin fizz...I'll drinks you all DAAAY-AAAAY! *Gulp gulp gulp*
Corey is visibly upset, he thought that would've put JTC down for the three. Instead of arguing with the ref, he simply but slowly gets to his feet, grabbing JTC and picking him back up to his feet. He whips JTC violently into the corner, and, wisely is quick to follow it up with a running elbow smash. JTC stumbles and falls to his knees. Corey climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, but has trouble getting his footing down. This gives Cross enough time to recover his wits, climb the turnbuckle, and now both men are exchanging punches. Finally, John Cross gets the upper hand, grabs Corey's trunks...and both come crashing down with authority when JTC connects with a superplex! Both men are flat on their back, and the Paris crowd is on their feet, enjoying a very spirited opening bout.
Crowd:Ceci est génial (Translation: This is awesome!)
The ref begins to count both weary men out...
Un...deux...trois...quatre...cinq...seese...sept...
Finally, both men are back on their feet, and exchanging fists and kicks. Corey gets the better of the exchange, then...
Corey tries to Irish Whip JTC into the ropes, but Cross overpowers him and sends him on a trip across the ring. Corey tries to lunge at him with a powerful clothesline attempt, but he lunges too much, leaving him unbalanced and with his back to JTC. JTC takes advantage...KNOCK-OUT KICK!
Aiello: The vet takes advantage of Corey's over-aggressiveness, and nearly takes his head off for it.
JTC hit Corey as hard as the booze and junk food is hitting my gastrointestinal system...ooh, I can feel t hat bad boy turtling right now!
Cover by JTC...
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DING DING DING!!
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by pinfall....JONATHAN THOMAS CROSS!!
Aiello: Wonderful opening match tonight under the lights in Paris...both men brought the heat in a very entertaining contest!
Piven: *gets up, raising his glass* Merci beaucoup, boys...here's to not sucking so much! Now, if you'll excuse moi, I gotta drop the Browns off to the Super Bowl.
*Scene fades out with both men giving each other a handshake and compliments in the ring, and both fighters walk down the ramp, chatting it up and taking selfies with the excited French audience!*
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.
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MATCH 2
EMMA LOUISE Vs JEZZABEL
Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall…
"This Little Girl" by Cady Groves plays and Emma steps through the curtain. The fans begin to cheer as soon as Emma walks out onto the stage.
Jessica Stroup: Introducing first, residing in New York! Standing in at five feet six inches tall…she is the ‘Ever Beautiful’ and ‘Very Dangerous’…EMMA LOUISE!!!
Emma 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 suggestvly over the top rope. The fans are going nuts, especially the men just before the lights go dark in the arena a red glow comes up throughout.
Aiello: That can only mean one thing!
A bell tolls and ‘Toccata & Fugue’ by Birdie Wings, a Phoenix shriek is heard and as the first chord of the song plays the stage is engulfed in flames. As the flames dissipate, Jezzabel appears on the stage, seemingly out of thin air and stares down at the ring for a moment then makes her way down to the ring.
Jessica Stroup: And her opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada! Standing at an even six feet tall! She is ‘The Rising Phoenix’ JEZZABELLLLL!!!
Jezzabel enters the ring, the whole time staring Emma Louise down and as she enters the ring, Emma slips out of the ring for a moment as Jezzabel stands center of the ring and begins to call upon the powers of darkness as the flames shoot out of the ringposts.
Piven: Good god! ‘The Most Dominant Female in Sports Entertainment' summoning the powers of darkness for this match here tonight with Emma Louise!
Aiello: This is going to be a great match between two of EWC’s great female competitors!
The lights come on as the flames stop and Emma enters the ring. The music stop and the ref makes sure that both of the women are ready before he calls for the bell. He then calls for the bell and the match begins.
Aiello: And here we go!
Emma and Jezzabel start circling for a moment before Jezzabel starts to slowly trap Emma in the corner. As she does so, Jezzabel starts unloading with a series of rights and lefts, back elbows and finally with an uppercut shot that drops Emma into a sitting position in the corner.
Aiello: The brawling styles of her brothers’ evident starting out here tonight. Emma has her work cut out for her tonight. Jezzabel is just so dominant.
Piven: She’s not someone that I would want to meet in a dark alley or in any alley for that matter.
Jezzabel backs out from the corner for a moment before approaching Emma again. She grabs Emma around the head with both hands and begins to pull her up to her feet. Just as Emma is back into a standing position, Emma fires with a short forearm to the face of Jezzabel, which stuns her for a moment and Emma starts firing with hard right and lefts as she attempts to fight back. Jezzabel takes a few good shots, then gives Emma another big back elbow. Both women try to shake the cob webs out, and then Jezzabel grabs Emma by the back of the head and drags her toward the middle of the ropes and irish whips Emma across the ring. Emma bounces off the ropes and returns ducking a clothesline from Jezzabel. She bounces off the ropes again and flies through the air with a cross body. The impact is just enough to knock Jezzabel off her feet. Emma hooks the leg.
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Aiello: Oh, she ran right into it! Emma may need a little cosmetic surgery after this match is over!
Piven: She may need something. Cosmetic surgery may be a minimum requirement after that stiff big boot. And, now Jezzabel on the offensive here.
Jezzabel begins to stomp on the shoulder and torso area of Emma. Emma slowly rolling toward the ropes with each stomp until Jezzabel grabs the top rope and shoves Emma to the ringside floor with her foot. Emma hits the floor and begins to slowly get back to her feet as Jezzabel allows the ref to begin the count and with his back turned gets out on the floor with Emma, but through the ropes on entrance side of the ring. Emma doesn’t notice her until the ref starts yelling at Jezzabel. Jezzabel is already charging and Emma gets a hard clothesline on the outside.
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Aiello: That’s something that could take your head off.
Piven: You’re telling me! What a vicious shot that was!
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Jezzabel slides into the ring just before the ref yells out nine on the count. Emma being on her feet starts to stomp away at Jezzabel. Jezzabel gets to a knee before Emma stops and hooks her arm around Jezzabel’s head and hits a DDT. The fans cheer for the fight from Emma and Emma uses it to her motivation.
Aiello: That was a nice move. Emma trying to keep Jezzabel grounded. That’s smart.
Piven: You keep Jezzabel off her feet and the power advantage goes away.
Aiello: Emma needs to keep that in mind if she wants to come away with a win here tonight in Paris.
Emma rolls Jezzabel onto her back and goes for another pin. The ref slides into position.
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Piven: That’s not going to be enough to put Jezzabel away. Emma is going to have to pull out all the stops here tonight.
Emma gets to her feet. She looks down at Jezzabel who is already sitting up and runs to the ropes. She bounces off the ropes and as she comes back Jezzabel is on her feet. Emma goes for a spear, but Jezzabel hooks her head and reverses it into a DDT. The impact was enough to keep Jezzabel down for a few seconds as well. The referee sees both women are down and starts to count.
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Jezzabel sits up a la Undertaker style and looks over at Emma who is still down having taken quite a few shots to the head already in the match.
Aiello: She’s not the ‘Living Dead Girl’ for nothing! Jezzabel popping up! Spooktacular!
Piven: Spooktacular? Really?
Aiello: Well, it fits! There aren’t many who just pop up like that.
Piven: But, you just—oh nevermind.
Jezzabel gets to her feet just as Emma starts to move. Emma crawls to the ropes. She grabs the bottom rope and then the middle rope to get to her knees. She reaches for the top rope just as Jezzabel grabs her from behind and lifts a hard knee to Emma’s back and Emma falls forward to being caught on the bottom rope. She rolls off to the side and Jezzabel grabs Emma’s arm and pulls her away from the ropes.
Piven: What’s she doing here?
Aiello: Looks like Jezzabel wants to go up top!
Jezzabel looks to the corner and heads there.
Aiello: We could see the Phoenixsault here!
Jezzabel slowly climbs to the top and as she reaches the top she attempts the Phoenixsault only for Emma Louise to move out of the way.
Aiello: She missed it! Emma Louise moves out of the way just in time!
Piven: When bad things go bad they go bad!
Emma gets to her feet. She’s holding her head. She sees that Jezzabel is slowly trying to get up and immediately hooks her with a front face sleeper.
Aiello: Emma has Jezzabel! HLA!!!
Piven: This could be it!
Emma holds it tight, but Jezzabel is slowly fighting to her feet. Just as Jezzabel gets to her feet Emma lets go of the hold and drop kicks Jezzabel’s left knee. Jezzabel drops down to a knee, Emma grabs Jezzabel around the head like a snapmare.
Piven: EMMA HITS IT!!! SHE HITS IT!!!
Aiello: Girl Crush! Emma with the cover!
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Aiello: Emma Louise scores the victory here tonight over Jezzabel! What a match! Emma Louise just showed a lot of heart tonight and scores the victory over the much larger Jezzabel.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall! Emma Louise!
“This Little Girl" by Cady Groves plays over the speakers. The fans cheering as Emma Louise holding her head for a moment gets to her feet as the ref comes over to raise her arm. Emma keeps her arms raised in the air and heads to the corner as Jezzabel rolls out of the ring. Jezzabel and Emma make eye contact as Jezzabel leaves the ring. Emma continues to celebrate as her music plays and when Jezzabel has left, Emma gets out of the ring and heads to back celebrating with the fans along the way.
MATCH 3
GRIME Vs HARLOW KINSLEY
"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!!!"
The fans immediately begin to boo knowing already that the start of that music is for Grime.
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.
Jessica Stroup: And 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 Piven and grabs Piven’s drink container and takes it with him as he climbs the steel steps.
Piven: Son of a—
Aiello: This guy is such an ass. Next time hide your drinks when this guy comes out, Piven.
Piven: You’re telling me.
Grime 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. The ref and Grime dance around the ring for a moment as the ref tries to avoid him and then a low rumbling sweeps through the arena. Grime stops to pay attention to what’s going on.
Aiello: Here she comes…Nurse Kinlsey.
Piven: Grime had his hands full last week with Red Dragon. Tonight…it’s the psychotic Nurse Kinsley.
The lights flicker eratically. 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.
Jessica Stroup: And, his opponent…residing in Tijuana, Mexico. Standing in at five feet, eleven inches tall. She is the ‘Intubator of Violence’! NUUUUURSSSEEE KINSLEY!!!
With a distant, vacant expression, she slowly stumbles her way toward the ring, occasionally stopping to stare down members of the audience.
Jessica Stroup: Nurse Kinsley is one of those women I wouldn’t dare meet in a dark alley.
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: Such a methodical entrance from Nurse Kinsley. Always captivating. Love her or not, she is not just some easy pickings type of woman to be dealing with. Grime is going to have to be on top of his game.
The ref checks to see if both Grime and Kinsley are ready. Neither pay any attention to him and as the ref calls for the bell, Grime doesn’t hesitiate to charge at her. Grime made a mistake and Kinsley cuts Grime off with a spinning wheel kick. The impact and Grime’s momentum causes Grime to hit the mat very hard knocking the wind out of him.
Piven: Serves you right for stealing my drink!
Grime uses his left arm to brace himself off the mat and he looks back at Kinsley only in time to get a stiff kick to the head. The kick causes Grime to lay face first on the mat and Harlow keeps Grime on the mat locking him in a front face lock.
Aiello: And, Harlow Kinsley begins working Grime right off the bat.
Piven: Harlow brings that vicious submission style to the ring. Not something Grime is very sound in. He’s going to have to pull his head together and stay on his toes or Kinsley is going to walk away with an easy victory here tonight.
Grime using his size and power advantage over Kinsley to start pushing to his feet is stopped as Kinsley pull him back down to the mat from his knees. She holds tighter and rather than flattening out, braces herself with her elbows and her toes so that her body doesn’t touch the mat. The ref goes in to check to make sure it’s a legal hold. He sees that Kinsley is actually trying to choke Grime out.
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Aiello: Kinsley really keeping him grounded here. Grime is going to need reach deep.
Piven: Nurse Kinsley is one to watch out for. She knows how to cheat and she knows how to get away with it.
Aiello: Grime’s no angel either, but I don’t think he’s on the same level as Nurse Kinsley.
Grime again begins to rise from his face down position. He powers to his knees and starts laying into the mid-section of Harlow with a few right hooks. Grime breaks free of the hold and continues hammering away at Kinsley’s body. As he gets to his feet, Grime starts wailing with shots to the head. He then kicks Kinsley in the mid-section grabs her by the arm and irish whips her into the ropes. Kinsley bounces off the ropes and Grime hits her with the kitchen sink.
Aiello: Kinsley’s upper body taking some punishment here. That was a hard shot to the mid-section.
Piven: She just flipped over like a rag doll from that impact!
Aiello: Grime’s not without his own calculating offense.
Grime has smirk on his face as he looks down at Kinsley before he begins stomping at her like a mad man. The ref has to get into it and pulls Grime away. As soon as the ref moves away, Grime goes for it again.
Piven: Is this turning into a brawl?
Aiello: Grime is just stomping away at Kinsley like he’s trying to put out some kind of fire.
Piven: Grime did mention that she needed to watch her mouth. Perhaps this is way of showing her the consequences.
The ref pulls Grime away once more and Grime just gives him a smirk. The ref moves out of the way and this time as Grime tries to stomp on Kinsley, she moves out of the way. Grime tries to follow and goes for another stomp and Kinsley rolls out of the way in the opposite direction. Grime goes to grab her by the head and Kinsley gives Grime a thumb to the eye.
Aiello: Kinsley much faster. She seems much smarter. A thumb to the eye and the ref is going to give Kinsley another scolding.
Piven: I think that he is well aware that this match needs to not be so much about those little nitpickings. He can tell this is going to be a fight.
As Grime shakes his head trying to clear his vision a bit, he walks towards the ropes. Kinsley is on her feet and as she approaches Grime she begins to kick at Grime’s leg with lightning fast and high impact kicks to his quads. Grime reacts by screaming out with each kick and tries to limp away using the ropes to keep him up.
Piven: She’s not kicking a soccer ball with those kicks. She’s trying to pop the damn ball.
Aiello: Don’t say that. She might go for his balls.
Piven: Would that be such a bad thing? After all, it is Grime. Remember he stole my drink!
After another kick and Grime screaming out in pain, Kinsley backs off and runs to the ropes. She bounces off and as she comes back she drop kicks Grime over the top rope to the outside.
Aiello: And this match is coming right here in front of us!
The ref starts to count.
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Piven: Oh! Look out! Grime just smashed up against us here!
The ref starts the count over.
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Aiello: Grime is in trouble. Kinsley is on tonight!
Piven: I wonder if she’d be willing to bring another drink out to me tonight after this match.
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Piven: Oh, not me. I was going to have you ask her that.
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Piven: Oh! Ouch! That makes me want to throw up!
Aiello: The ref didn’t see that low blow from Nurse Kinsley. She’s back in control of this match for sure.
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Piven: She’s just taunting Grime here.
Aiello: Grime back on his feet.
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Aiello: Nurse Kinsley is waiting for Grime to get into position. He doesn’t even know what’s coming!
Kinsley flies off the top rope and hits a high angle swanton bomb.
Aiello: Senton Bomb!
Piven: Grime is done! That’s a wrap!
Kinsley isn’t satisfied. She grabs Grime’s arm, turns him so he’s face down, and hooks his head with her leg. She then grabs his other arm and wrenches it down.
Aiello: She’s got it! Patient Restraint Device! Grime has nowhere to go! He’s going to either tap or pass out!
Piven: I hope he doesn’t tap. I want him to pass out.
Aiello: That would take a lot of pain tolerance for him not to tap here!
Grime however does tap and the ref calls for the bell and Nurse Kinsley doesn’t let go until the ref comes over to tap her on the shoulder and let her know to break the hold. She holds it a bit longer as Grime begins to pass out. When he does she lets go and slaps him on the back of the head.
Jessica Stroup: Winner as a result of a submission…NURSE KINSLEY!!!
“Waiting Room” by Switchblade Symphony begins to play as the lights flicker erratically once again and Kinsley raises her arm in victory as she stands over Grime. The ref comes over to hold her arm up, but she turns to him. Frightened the ref stumbles back and quickly gets out of the ring.
Piven: That serves Grime right for taking my drink and tossing his damn jacket in my face.
Aiello: Next time, hide your drink, Piven.
Piven: Shut up.
Kinsley leaves the ring as Grime is beginning to recover slowly from passing out to the Patient Restraint Device.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
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MATCH 4
ALEX CROSS Vs LIVING DEAD KARL
The lights around the arena go completely out as fans hold up lighters and cellphones to try and restore some light to the otherwise dark arena.
"I'm rising up
I've had enough"
Those words are sung as "Invincible" by Adelitas Way starts to play around the arena. A lone spotlight hits the stage as red, white, and blue pyros shoot into the air.
"Bow down
I'm invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight."
As the music continues to play Alex Cross steps out onto the stage and looks out over the crowd. The young man slowly makes his way down the ramp as the crowd boos. He stops halfway down the ramp and looks out over the masses before shaking his head and heading the rest of the way down the ramp. A fan shoves a sign in his face which he quickly rips from the fans hands and tears in half before throwing it on the ramp below.
Jessica Stroup: The following contest is a Singles Match, making his way to the ring, now residing in Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 205lbs, ALEX CROSS!
He makes his way down the ramp and stops at the base of the entrance ramp, looking as a couple of fans reach out to touch him. He jerks away and feigns attacking them before smirking and walking to the ring steps where he jogs up and climbs into the ring. He holds both arms out to his side and jaws with the crowd as they boo while leaning against the ropes. The crowd continues to scream at Alex as he smiles.
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.
Jessica 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!!
The bell rings
Alex Cross initiates a high collared grapple on the Grotesque Grappler, Living Dead Karl powers out.
Aiello: Living Dead Karl powers out of Alex Cross’s grapple attempt.
Living Dead Karl hits Alex Cross with a short-arm clothesline then goes for the pin.
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Piven: Living Dead Karl trying to make short work of the kid, what an insult.
Aiello: Alex Cross not taking too kindly to that.
Alex Cross gets back to his feet and hits Living Dead Karl with a series of punches but they don’t seem to be affecting the Undead One. Then Alex Cross drops The Living Dead Karl with a Vertebreaker. Then picks him up and hits him with the Cross Out and follows that up with a pinfall.
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Aiello: Cross Out of nowhere.
Living Dead Karl gets back on feet and hits Alex Cross with a release powerbomb. Then Living Dead Karl hits The Dead Whirl.
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Aiello: This is insanity!
Piven: Alex Cross is going to lose his lunch!
Karl goes for the pin.
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Living Dead Karl Irish Whips Alex Cross into the corner hits the Heart Stopper followed up with The Dirt Nap, goes into a pinfall.
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Jessica Stroup: Your winner, Living Dead Karl!
Living Dead Karl tries to bite Alex Cross but a team of refs get him out of the ring.
Aiello: Living Dead Karl adds another victim to the list.
Winner: Living Dead Karl
"The Phoenix" hits the sound systems of the arena. Flames shoot up from stage The Phoenix walks through the smoke that was left behind with a microphone in his hand. He makes goggles out of his hands to shield his eyes from the lights and looks out to the crowd. He points to a fan holding his sign. Slapping fans' hands on his way to the ring. He walks up the ring steps and steps on the apron. He dusts his boots off on the apron. Does a prayer motion then spreads his arms apart as he enters the ring.
Aiello: Looks like we're being joined by Nairobi Jordan
Nairobi: Hello guys, I know I've been absent for a while since my last match. Well I'm here to explain myself.
Nairobi looks down at the mat and then into the camera.
Nairobi: I had a talk with my doctor and he's decided, we decided that with my neck being the way it is I shouldn't be continuing in-ring action here in EWC.
BOOOOOOO
Nairobi: I know, but I'm going to be a father and I want to be there to see my kid grow up and play with them not watch from the sidelines. You'll see me around maybe in the corner of your favorite superstars in the near future.
Nairobi puts the microphone down on the mat. "The Phoenix" plays through the arena and the EWC fans give Nairobi a standing applause.
MATCH 5
NON TITLE
RED DRAGON Vs METAL BLACK (C)
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
Jessica: And his opponent, from the Motor City, your EWC United States Champion….METAL BLACK!!!
The lights dim as a few acoustic cords get strummed over the PA. While the short intro to "Conditions Of My Parole" by Puscifer plays across the arena, Metal Black appears at the top of the entry ramp, wearing a leather jacket and... not much else. She calmly lights a Black & Mild cigar, and as the real meat of the song hits in full blast, a wall of pyro erupts on either side of her. She takes her time marching to the ring, high fiving fans, leaning over the guard rail to let them take selfies with her, and otherwise having the time of her life.
Once she hits the ring, she slides under the bottom rope. Metal Black 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.
The bell sounds as Dragon and Black stare at one another. The fans begin to cheer loudly out of nowhere, and as Black turns to the fans to acknowledge them, Dragon charges towards her. Immediately, Black drops to the ground, and rolls under the bottom rope as Dragon stops dead in his tracks. Black turns back around and is dropped by a suicide dive by Dragon. Dragon stands Black up, and rolls her into the ring. As Dragon slides in after her, Black quickly gets to her feet, and stomps on Dragon before he can stand up. Dragon tries to stand up, but Black kicks him in the ribs, and Dragon rolls across the ring. Black runs towards him, and jumps into the air and comes down with a rolling knee drop right across the throat of Dragon. Dragon coughs as Black rolls across the ring and stands up. Black walks over to Dragon, and raises him to his feet. Black then goes to irish whip Dragon into the corner, but Dragon reverses it, and sends Black into the turnbuckle, followed up by a big clothesline that sends Black to the outside of the ring. Dragon stands there looking out at Black and just smiles. Black stands up and walks over to the bell keeper, and shoves him to the ground. She picks up the chair, and folds it, walking to the other side of the ring with it. He then slides in with it, and is about to hit Dragon with it when the ref. jumps in the way, and takes the chair from Black. The two argue, as Dragon teases Black, saying that she's better than that.
Arquette: No.. let her use the chair…she could do flashdance lol
Aiello: Really Dave…really?!
Black walks over to Dragon and quickly wraps her arms around, and without notice, nails Dragon with a snap suplex. Dragon lands hard on the mat, and Black quickly hops on top of Deacon, and hooks his leg. The ref just now throwing the chair out of the ring, turns around and sees Black pinning Dragon, and slides to the mat quickly.
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Arquette: WOW! After a suplex like that, Dragon kicks out just in time.
Aiello: Yeah he did. Black going for the quick win!
Black moves to her knees, and holds her hands to his forehead, as she has a fake surprised look on her face. She wipes off her mouth as she stands up, and grabs Dragon and raises him to his feet as well.
All of a sudden and quite brazenly, several members of The Endless Walk wander out... from beyond the Gorilla position!
Aiello: Ugh, come ooooon!
Piven: Come on nothing, Joey! You knew this was bound to happen. These guys are none too pleased with their champion losing to Rampage's answer to Doctor Roxxo.
Aiello: They're not even trying to be covert about their actions anymore!
Piven: And does that make them more or less dangerous?
It appears it's the Guerrilla Ambushers as well as Kay Pinner, Roy Ceiling and Louie Scarlotti. The fans boo wildly, but it isn't until they reach ringside that Metal Black and Red Dragon notice what's going on.
Piven: Who do you think they're here to jump?
Aiello: It could be ither of them, honestly. Both Metal Black and Red Dragon have beaten Living Dead Karl, Charles, whatever. I'm leaving towards Metal Black, however.
Piven: Oh, please don't, guys. She owes me a lap dance. Kill Red Dragon, he looks like he'd like it!
Aiello: I'm telling them you said all that.
Piven: Ah, wait, uh, no no, that's not necessary!
Metal Black and Red Dragon take a break from the action to eyeball the nine zombies. The fans' boos increase in decibel, as their very presence is ruining the match.
Finally, Metal Black seems to have had enough of the antagonism, and she goes to run out of the ring, but Red Dragon lunges forward to catch her arm at the last second, pulling her in for a short-arm clothesline. The fans boo that choice.
Then, Red Dragon seems to have some choice words we can't hear for the unwanted visitors. When he gets too close, the zombies try to lash out and grab at his ankles. They're clearly not out here to help him. Red Dragon kicks at their hands. He seems like he wants a piece of them too now, so he bounces off the opposite ropes, but as he comes back around, Metal Black leg sweeps him to the ground.
Aiello: This might be the time to be fighting as a team, guys!
Piven: No honour among thieves, Joey!
Aiello: What're you talking about?
The referee is trying to reason with the zombies, but, you know. Meanwhile, Metal Black and Red Dragon are going at it again, since they're both pissed the other tried to stop them from leaving the ring.
Aiello: I'm just being told, security have been waylaid by other members of The Endless Walk!
Piven: I was wondering where those guys were! I thought they might have been taking advantage of the buffet spread of fancy French foods. We don't feed 'em back in the good ol' US of A.
Dragon is then whipped to the ropes, and when he comes back, Black tries to level him with a clothesline, but Dragon ducks it, and hip tosses Black over the top ropes, sending her tumbling to the floor, and rolling into the barricade. Dragon drops to the ground to his knee, and holds onto the middle rope. Black slowly stands up and looks up in the ring at Dragon, then hops onto the ring apron. Dragon stands up, and goes to punch Black, but she dodges it, and pushes Dragon back. Dragon then jumps on the top rope, and flies through the air, and hooks Black's head for a hurricanrana, but she counters it with a massive power bomb. They both lie there as the ref begins a count.
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Aiello: Red Dragon has taken control of this match…he may have the champ beaten here!
Arquette: No way…that lil hellcat Metal Black isn’t done yet.
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Arquette: What a reversal!
Aiello: Very clever! She was pretending to be knocked out so she could get out of that hold!
Black slowly gets to her feet. She picks up Dragon's legs, and hooks on a figure four as Dragon starts to struggle to get out. He tries to roll it over, but Black rolls Dragon back and continues to hold on. The ref wakes up and sees Dragon reach the ropes, and forces the break. Black lets go and goes over to pick up Dragon, who nails Black with a right hand, sending her stumbling back toward the corner. Dragon slowly gets to his feet, but Black quickly recovers, moves in and hits Dragon with a swinging neckbreaker. She motions for the finish, and pulls Dragon to the corner. She then moves to the opposite corner, runs in for the splash, but Dragon moves again, leaping up on the top turnbuckle as Black crashes in and hits hard, falling to the mat. Dragon measures her up, leaps off and hits the Nail in the Coffin!. Dragon hooks the leg…
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Jessica: Your winner of the match….Red Dragon!
Aiello: What an upset! Red Dragon gets a huge win over the reigning US champ!
Arquette: Looks like the aggressiveness of the champ came back to bite her that time, and Red Dragon has definitely put himself into the US title chase now.
Winner by pinfall: RED DRAGON
But before the referee can even raise Red Dragon's hand, the Guerrilla Ambushers and Roy/Kay/Louie flood the ring, pummeling, stomping, axehandling, clawing, at the downed and defeated Metal Black!
Aiello: God dammit! It wasn't bad enough that Living Dead Karl stole Metal Black's newly-won United States title belt, but they want to just add salt to the wounds?!
Piven: Well, in their defense, salt does flavour meat!
Aiello: Jesus Christ, Jeremy!! They're dismantling the young champion! She just finished losing to Red Dragon after a more than valiant effort!
Red Dragon, still a bit dazed from the epic battle, merely looks on at the carnage.
After the nine monsters are satisfied with their assault, they slowly turn towards Red Dragon.
Piven: Ohhhh, looks like Red Dragon's next!
Aiello: And that's what make The Endless Walk so dangerous. They don't care about winning or losing, and they don't care what side of the Force you work for!
Piven: Was that a Star Wars reference, you nerd?
They slowly advance on Red Dragon. Red Dragon takes on a defensive stance of sorts, inviting them to bring it on, despite the fact he just finished a world-class match with Metal Black, not to mention there's like nine of them.
Piven: Run away, Red!
However, at the last second, they scurry out of the ring. The fans boo like crazy!
Aiello: What the?!
Piven: I think Red just won the lottery, Joey!
Red Dragon looks confused at this turn of events. The zombies wander back to beyond the Gorilla position.
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.
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MATCH 6
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP WITH WEAPONS - NO DQ MATCH
KRUZER Vs SHADOW MAN (C)
'O Canada' on electric guitar then tires squeal out and theme music begins to play. Smoke fills the archway, Kruzer bursts through from the gorilla position with energy, wearing a long coat over his ring attire and black wrap around shades with flames on the arms coming out of the lenses. Stands a at the top of the ramp, flashing his now trademark bullhorns as pyros explode behind him. He makes his way to the ring and steps to the second rope in all four corners of the ring flashing the bullhorns and hyping up the fans.
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring, hailing from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 235lbs..."The Canadian Icon"...KRUZER
Aiello: Let's not sugar coat things, folks; tonight is a huge opportunity for "The Canadian Icon"; his last few times in an EWC ring have been less than iconic, but what a jump-start it would be for Kruzer's career to get a huge and much needed win against Shadow. Shadow Man announced last night that he would risk not only his Hardcore Championship tonight, but also his shot at Mark Storm and the EWC World Championship at WrestleFest
Piven: A massive opportunity here for Kruzer. Shadow Man showing a lot of confidence, and showing he is willing to put it all on the line. At this point, Kruzer needs a win like Justin Bieber needs his dad to drag him behind the shed and whoop his ass for being a spoiled brat. Beating Shady would be a big, BIG, feather in his cap, not to mention winning the Hardcore Championship and a trip to WrestleFest all in one move
Aiello: Way, WAY easier said than done, Jeremy.
The X-Treme Tron lights up counting down from 9 all the way to 1. It seems as though every single person is on there feet counting down the numbers. Once it gets to 0 large letters flash “IT'S SHOWTIME”.
An enormous uproar of cheers now blends out the blasting of "Invincible"! A few moments later Shadow Man walks from behind the wall of Fog onto the stage. He stands their for a few seconds with a smirk on his face and begins to point to the fans who are screaming the loudest.
Shadow then looks towards the camera with a cocky yet confident look on his face as he begins to walk down the ramp and towards the ring. On the way he makes silly faces into the camera. After waving at the fans while walking down the ramp Shadow runs and slides onto the ring apron on one knee and holding onto the middle Rope, Shadow gets to his feet and in a cocky manor steps threw the first and second Ropes.
He then gets into the ring and runs over to the corner and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle. He pats himself on the chest twice and then points to all the screaming fans. He then points to the sky and pumps his fist for Memphis Reigns! Shadow then jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around and leans in the corner and awaits for the match to begin.
Stroup: And his opponent, from New York, New York, via Canada, weighing in at 245lbs, the Hardcore Legend, and friend to all woodland animals...your HARDCORE CHAMPION ....... SHADOW MAN!!
Piven: These baguette eaters are going bananas for Shady; Bercy arena is absolutely shaking from the noise!!
A nanosecond after the bell rings, Kruzer goes on the offensive. He knocks Shadow down with a running forearm shot, then mounts him and begins to lay into Shady's face with punches. Kruzer stands back up, waits for Shadow to get up, then clips his right leg out from under him with a chop block.
Aiello; Absolutely dirty pool by Kruzer!
Piven: Wah, wah, JoJo! Kruzer's smart enough to know he needs every advantage against Shadow Man; it's just good strategy.
Kruzer delivers several stomps to Shady's leg, then staggers him with a European style uppercut. He continues to work the leg with a kneebreaker, and Shadow Man hits the mat, clutching his leg in pain. Kruzer flips Shadow onto his stomach, lifts his leg up, and drives Shadow's knee into them at like a roofing nail. Kruzer then arrogantly gets up and starts taunting Shadow Man, much to the rancor of the crowd.
Audience: SHADY! SHADY! SHADY! SHADY!
Kruzer picks up Shadow Man, and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. He takes arunning start and charges at Shady, but Shady deftly dodges at the last split second, and Kruzer crashes into the turnbuckle. Still a bit gimpy, Shady grabs Kruzer, and T-Bone suplexes him into the turnbuckle!
Aiello; Textbook T-Bone suplex; he did serious damage to Kruzer's back with that shot.
Piven: Folded him like a tortilla shell.
Shady favors his leg for a moment while Kruzer's on the mat, screaming and holding his lower back! Shadow gets back on task; he whips Kruzer into the opposite corner, connects with a vicious clothesline, then, as Kruzer stumbles out of the corner, Shadow connects with a bulldog takedown.
Cover by Shady....
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Aiello: Not quite enough to take Kruzer down.
Shady flips over the grounded Kruzer and drops an elbow onto his back. Then another, then another. Shady then grabs Kruzer by the hair and yanks him back to his feet. He slaps him int oa full nelson, and attempts to pull off a dragon suplex, but Kruzer somehow lands on his feet. Kruzer quick counters a momentarily distracted Shady, and lands a german Suplex with a bridge. Pin attempt by Kruzer...
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Aiello: textbook German suplex by Kruzer, by Shadow manages to break the pin.
Piven: So far, this match is so good, I forgot I had a fresh cocktail...for a moment! *gulp, gulp*
Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, Jeremy Piven; poster child for drinking too much on the job!
Kruzer argues with the ref about a slow count to no avail, then gets back to work. He slaps Shadow into a leg grapevine and cranks his wounded limb. Shady grunts in pain and tries to inch his way to the rope. After about 10,15 seconds, he makes it over and grabs the rope.
The ref starts to count...1...2...3...4...finally, Kruzer lets go of the hold, but damage has been done.
Aiello: How much more damage can Shady's leg take?
Piven: If his leg's like my liver...*burp* a lot!
The crowd continues to cheer for Shady, much to the displeasure of Kruzer. Kruzer takes a running bounce, and tries to follow up with some Rolling Thunder action. But Shady rolls out of the way, and Kruzer lands with a audible THUD on the mat. Kruzer clutches his back in pain, and both men are down as the ref begins to count...
un...deux...trois...quatre...cinq...seese...sept...
Finally, both men get up at the same time, and trade shots like it was happy hour. Kruzer briefly wins the exchange, then attempts to set up Shadow for a brainbuster. But Shady powers out; he lands gingerly behind Kruzer, turns him around, and doubles Kruzer over with a knee to the solar plexus. Then, Shadow drive him into the mat with a sitout crucifix powerbomb. Cover by Shady...
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th...NO! Kickout by Kruzer!
Piven: Urrgh! So close!
Aiello: Both men are bringing the heat on this one. Powerful moves, big counters; we could be looking at a Match of The Night candidate unfolding right now!
Piven: *holding up his glass* I could be looking at drink of the night with this one. I dunno what this is, but...merci beaucoup!!*gulp*
And exhausted Shady slaps the mat in frustration, but regains his composure. he whips Kruzer into the corner and nearly knocks him back down with a running elbow smash. Shadow lays into him with punches in the corner. Shady rears back, and runs at him, trying to connect with a Yakuza kick, but hits nothing but turnbuckle as Kruzer slips away. Shady's leg is in bad shape as he howls in pain. Meanwhile, Kruzer wearily climbs the turnbuckle all the way to the top.He measures the distance...and lands a spectacular hurricarana into a pin position. Cover by Kruzer...
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Piven: Dammit! That should've been it! How did he...
Aiello: Absolutely BEAUTIFUL move by the Canadian Icon, but not even that can keep Shadow down! This man is an absolute credit to the word "tenacity"
Both men are down again, and the ref once again begins the count. He reaches all the way to 8 before Kruzer gets up first, stomping a kneeling Shadow Man in the head. Kruzer climbs the turnbuckle again, clasp his hands into a double axehandle, and leaps in the air. Amazingly, Shady gathers his wits long enough to catch Kruzer in the air...and lands a nasty spinning spine buster that shakes the ring! Shadow drops again, and Kruzer's clutching his back once again as the fans are going nuts at this point!
Mierde Saint! Mierde Saint! Mierde Saint!(translation: Holy Shit!x3)
Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, if anybody has the nerve to question Shady's guts, then you are obviously NOT watching this match. Both these men are digging deep to win this bout, and Paris is showing it's love right now!
Piven: Arrgh! Damn you, Shady! DAMN YOU!!
After another near ten count by the ref, both men, almost empty in the gas tank, stagger up to their feet. They begin to trade blows like Balboa and Creed in the ring. Kruzer once again wins this sparring contest, and tries to set up Shadow Man for Kruze Kontrol. But Shadow wrangles his way out. He gets behind Kruzer, punches him in the back, hoists him up into an Argentinian Rack...DARKNESS! Shady hits the Darkness, and the crowd erupts.
Aiello: Even I didn't think he could muster enough to get that off! It could be over, folks!
Piven: Dammit....NOOOO!!
An exhausted Shadow Man slumps onto Kruzer, the ref makes the count...
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Aiello: HE DID IT! ONCE AGAIN, SHADOW MAN DIGS DEEP AND PULLS OFF THE WIN!!
Piven: Mierde! *throws his drink down* Aw, nuts! I need a refill now!!
Stroup: Your winner and STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION...SHADOW MAN!!
Shady, nearly spent, rolls out of the ring, and starts celebrating with the crowd thrusting his Hardcore Championship belt high in the air. Kruzer angrily gets up, and seems like he's about to go on the attack. Instead, he stops at the ropes, and gives Shadow a respectful round of applause for a job well done.
Aiello: Kruzer brought everything against Shadow but the kitchen sink, but in the end, Shadow pulls off an impressive win. What a match these two gave us tonight!
Piven: I honestly thought Kruzer had his number tonight. Damn! Hate giving this guy credit but, it's Shadow Man. Just when you think he's down, he somehow pulls it off.
KING FLIP Vs TONY SAVAGE
Who's nuttier than squirrel turds a this point. Ever since that Dianna chick's shown up, he's been losing his mind. Still, though, that woman seems eerily familiar.
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. As Immortal Technique spits the first verse, King Flip walks through the curtain lip-syncing with his arms extended. 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.
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's Main Event is scheduled for one fall. First in the ring, from Malibu California, weighing in at 220lbs... "COLD HEARTED" KING FLIP!!
Aiello; As much as this Parisian crowd hates him, you can't deny one thing: Flip is one of the hottest commodities in EWC. As much as I hate to admit; he does deserve consideration for an EWC Title shot!
Piven: pfft...the only thing he deserves is to carry Hunter's gym bags. I only hope he puts the hurt to this gun-toting tard-monkey who...
No pyro, no flash, no fancy opening...
Just some "Shoot to Thrill" by AC/DC, and the roar of a Fat Boy Lo, signaling to the fans some degenerate asshole's about to get his evening ruined.
Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, now making his way into the ring, from Atlantic City, N.J., via Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 245 lbs....
EWC's official bail bondsman....The Atlanta Falcon....TONY SAVAGE!
Aiello: And the response from the EWC faithful in Bercy is crazy! After over a month out of rotation, Tony's getting a hero's welcome.
Piven: For what; he's a fruitcake. Then again, these croissant eaters hate deodorant and like Jerry Lewis; what do they know?
As both men meet in the center of the ring and the ref begins to instruct them, Flip slaps the beejezus out of Tony in the face. Savage responds with a headbutt in Flip's nose, causing him to stagger back. Tony puts him down on the mat with a double leg takedown, and pummles Flip with alternating punches, flowed by an axehandle punch to the face. Tony begins to choke Flip with his shin, and the ref nearly has to dq Tony before he gets up, nearly hitting the 5 count.
Piven: Now THAT'S dirty; the ref should've dq'ed him on the spot.
Aiello: Oh, so if X does it, it's good strategy, but Tony does it, it's cheating? You hypocrite.
Piven: You and your face jowls can blow it out your ass...Take him out, Flip!
Tony wastes no time; he whips Flip into the turnbuckle so hard, Flip nearly falls on his face after impact. As Flip staggers about, Tony climbs the top turnbuckle, waits for Flip to turn around, and nails the King with a Superman punch!
Aiello: You don't see the Falcon fly often, but he hit Flip with a straight up aerial bombing run with that blow!
Cover by Savage...
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t...Kickout by Flip!!
Savage picks up Flip, but Flip counters with a European uppercut, then another, and then stuns stun with a jawbreaker. As Tony grabs his jaw in agony, Flip transitions behind him, and nearly breaks Tony in half with a vicious Tiger Suplex. King Flip shakes the cobwebs off, then starts stomping on Tony while he's on the mat. He waits behind Savage to get up, and when he does, locks in the Cobra Clutch!
Piven: It's naptime, redneck! Go to sleep!
Flip has the move locked in tight, and Tony's face starts turning purple. But TOny begins stomping on Flip's foot, and tries to wring free, but Flip spins him around, and plants him head first into the mat with a DDT! Cover by Flip...
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T...Kickout by Savage!!
Aiello: Not enough to put him down, but Flip has established control in this match now!
Piven: Never had a doubt in my mind he would.
Flip stands over Savage, taunting him by slapping his head as he tries to get up. Flip bounces of the ropes and nearly boots his skull off with a Crowing Achievement! Savage has blood trickling down his temple, and Flip is blatantly mocking Savage. Cover by Flip...
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Kickout by Savage. Flip is furious, as he screams at the ref about a slow three count. He picks Savage up, but Savage lays into his midsection with forearm shots. Flip responds by kneeing Savage in the face. He takes moment to admire the blood flowing from Savage, and bounces off the ropes again, trying to take his head off with a lariat. But Savage ducks, and on the rebound, catches Flip with a Samoan drop. Savage is obviously woozy from the concentrated assault on his head, but he manages to mount Flip, and then...Savage Beatdown!
Aiello: Tony is furious! He's trying to literally pound Flip's face into the canvas with those blows.
Piven: Savage is making my face hurt just by watching that exchange. Do something ref; he's trying to kill this guy!
Now, both men are bloody messes, but Savage gets up, and is roaring. He drops a vicious Bionic Elbow on the back of Flip's neck, then knees him in the gut, and drops Flip with a gut-wrench powerbomb! Cover by Savage...
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T...Kickout by Flip!
Savage is still a bit hazy. He uses his shirt to wipe his blood off, then pushes Flip into the turnbuckle. He works Flip like a speedbag, then whips him back to the opposite corner. Savage comes in with a shoulder charge, but Flip boots him in the face. as Savage is spun around, King Flip springboards off the top rope, and connects flush with a spinning heel kick to the jaw. Cover by Flip...
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T...Kickout by Savage!
Aiello: What agility and ring presence by Flip!
Piven: How did THAT not work? He hit him flush in his loudmouth!
Flip is livid, as he slaps the mat in rage. Savage is laid out flat on his back, and...
Aiello: Wait; why is Brett Black walking down to the ring?
Brett stops ringside and just smiles at Flip, who stares daggers at him back. Flip goes for the finishing blow as he climbs the turnbuckle, but he's still distracted by Black's presence. Flip, with blood trickling down his face, attempts the coup de gras with a moonsault, but Tony puts both knees up, and Flip crashes down on them, howling in pain and clutching his ribs.
Piven: Dammit, fat boy; you just cost Flip a chance to finish this hillbilly off!
Aiello: A desperation move by Savage, but it did the trick; Flip's pre-occupation with the devious Black might have just cost him big time there.
The ref begins to count both men on the floor...
Un...deux...trois...quatre...cinq...seese...sept...huit...
Finally, both men get up, and Flip nails Savage with a forearm shot. He digs a thumb in one of Savage's cuts, then whips him across the ring. He comes at Savage, but Savage catches him, and drives him into the mat with a spinebuster, a la, Arn Anderson style!!
Cover by Savage...
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Th...Kickout by Flip!
Aiello: There is no giving up by either one of these men!
Both men are nearly spent, and bleeding badly. Black is laughing, enjoying the carnage ringside. Black approaches the ring, and the ref moves over to stop him. He orders Black away, who just mocks the official. Savage, stumbling gets up. He picks up Flip, but Flip drops to one knee, and punches Savage in the groin! Savage drops, grabbing his crotch in pain! Flips sets up Savage for The Cure. He hits the Cure! Cover...
But the ref is still distracted, and Flip is waiting for the count!
Aiello: Somebody get this guy out of here; he is causing havoc in the match!
Piven: Flip should have had this in the bag!! Damn you, Black, you Hawaiian Punch look creepoid!
Flip storms over and gripes at the ref. He then begins jaw-jacking with Black. In the meanwhile, Tony staggers to his feet, face masked in blood, cracking his knuckles. Flip is still distracted, when Tony spins him around...
WHAM! Cardiac Arrest!!
Piven: NOOOOO!!
Black merely smiles, as the ref turns around, and begins to count...
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Stroup: Your winner...by pinfall....TONY SAVAGE!!
Tony doesn't wait for the ref to raise his hand. Mad that Black's even involved in this, he he stumbles like a drunk over to scold Black. But Black throws a handful of slat into his face, and shoves the ref out of the way. He kicks Savage in the gut...DEVIL'S CREED!!
Piven: Okay...this isn't so bad...
We need some control in this match! Get security in here!
Black stands over Flip, picks him up, as well, and just as he's about to drop Flip with a Devil's Creed...
Dianna Bicks comes running down the ramp!
Piven: Oh, great; like we need any more crazy in the ring! Now her!
black pushes Flip aside, and tries to punch Tony's nutty little buddy. But Dianna nimbly dodges Black's assault, and catches Black in the chin with a superkick! Black wobbles back...another superkick! Black's Still on his feet, and as Dianna tries another superkick, Black catches her foot, and nearly breaks her nose with a headbutt!
Aiello: Oh, this is bad! As much as I don't like this woman; what Black is about to do to her is going to be horrible!
Black: *with Dianna's throat in his grasp* Foppish little girl! Did you really think you could deny me? I'm here to purify these cretins. Now, you will be cleansed too, for your...
That's when Dianna drills Black in the balls with a kick, that doubles over Black. As he's reeling and doubled over, Dianna slaps Brett into a headlock, and then...
It seems like time moves slower than normal to all watching, as Dianna hits Black with THIS old favorite!!
Both Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven's eyes bug out, as they know this move all too well...
Aiello: No way...no...that was...THAT WAS THE CHRONIC SHE JUST HIT HIM WITH!!
Piven: I knew it; she IS a witch!
Neither Joe, Piven, nor the fans can believe it, but as Black rolls out of the ring, and EMT's check on Flip and Savage, it becomes apparent, by the way she walks, by the way she glares at Black, by the way she starts cutting open a Black and Mild and the way she rolls a blunt...
Something truly impossible is happening before their eyes! She's grabs a microphone from a shocked ring attendant, and then...
For too damn long, I've had to sit back and watch as men like this fat degenerate piece of shit piss on everything I love about this sport. This parasite, this leech, this morbidly obese David Koresh wanna-be who looks like he robbed a Tommy Bahama's who thiks himself supernatural. Guess what, rolly-poly, you want supernatural, here she is in the flesh!
Aiello: This...this just...this is a lie...
Piven: *writes something down, then looks in absolute shock* Uh, JoJo, you like anagrams? You better take a look. I just spelled out her name in another fashion, and...
You and that vulture beaked son-of-a bitch Jaden have been using this fed, a fed I bled buckets for, risked life and limb to save on more occasion..
Who I nearly DIED to protect and promote, as your own personal toilets!!
All I see anymore are the things I've stood against time and time again ruin this sport I cherish. No...goddamn...MORE!!
You people have been clamouring for answers; well here comes the answer sheet.
I proclaimed Jaden a murderer because that is EXACTLY what he is! He murders careers; he destroys morale backstage. He has most of this pathetic excuse of a roster simpering around like beaten, scared dogs, looking for paltry scraps of respect when they should be lighting this shit-head and everything he stands for on fire. He goes out of his way to ruin anything he even perceives as a threat. He tried to end the life of Shadow Man, a man who's the heart and soul of this federation...
He's going out of his way to slaughter the career and psyche of Metal Black, a woman who has been nothing but a breath of fresh air in a stale atmosphere of the same by-the-numbers wanna-be's and never wills because it puts a smile on that wretched face of his. He's used others to do his dirty work, then thrown them away like garbage when they no longer suit him. He's even go so far as t oquestion the sanity of my friend, my greatest student Tony, when all along, it's been Tony that's thinking clearly the whole damn time.
And in his wake of destruction and corruption; freaks like you and this bad reboot of Night of The Living Dead are popping out of the woodwork to drive the final nail in the coffin of a fed that used to stand for the best of what is professional wrestling.
No more! NO GODDAMN MORE!! Not on my watch, you pieces of donkey shit!!
You people want answers; I AM the answer. The answer to what ails EWC.
You want to play the villain, you and X and the rest of these punks that think they can do what they want without any consequences, Supergirl's back on the clock to save the friggin' day again!
The being that brought feds back form the dead like my sexy little ass; the one that beat the best this fed's ever seen. The one that's created careers, nurtured creativity while others piss on it. The one who inspired an entire generation to think beyond the parameters of what they think they know about the game.
The one with a cult following your over-carbed up ass only WISHES he could inspire.
I am Kid mother-loving Cannabis!! The man who changes his (or now, her's face) just as easily as she changed the physics of the sport. The one who brings the hope and the dope to the ring. The girl that not only does the impossible, week in, week out, BUT DOES IT IN STYLE THAT'S OFTEN IMITATED, BUT NEVER DUPLICATED! The blunt toking, promo joking, jobber smoking, bad little bitch about to bring the light back to the darkness that's poisoned Extreme Wrestling Corporation!
So, now that your questions about me are answered, to anybody that chooses to bring out the worst in the game, you little Doctor Doom wanna-be nimrods are on notice...for one day..you will be facing off against, simply put...
THE BEST DAMNED THING SMOKING IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!
*puffs the blunt, exhales, then* Bank on that...bitches!!
She goes over to check on Flip and Savage, and both give the thumbs up as they are escorted to the back.
And the pale as a ghost, gaping expressions on Jeremy and Joe's faces as we cut out say all t hat needs to be said...
Everything, once again, has changed!
The feed moves backstage as we see EWC Champion, Xplode, sitting on a medical bench. A EWC Medical staff carefully locks in a leg restraint as he grunts and leans back! Xplode is then helped onto a gurney and wheeled towards the parking lot. Arriving along side the gurney, President Mac looks on with extreme concern as he speaks to the EMT worker.
President Mac: Can I help?
Medical Staff: Sure.. can you make him calm down?
Xplode: JUST FIX MY LEG UP AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! I AM FINE!
Terrified, the Medical Staff checks the knee one more time and then hurries Xplode into a waiting van. Xplode tries to stand up but immediately falls back on the bench, his leg shivering! President Mac places a hand on the EWC Champion's shoulder as he places the EWC Championship belt next to Xplode. He then speaks:
President Mac: You need to calm down, Jaden.
Xplode: No shit. Where is Terry?
President Mac says nothing for a moment. Looking down, he answers Xplode who is doing his best to put on a shirt.
President Mac: He was taken to the emergency room ahead of you... it looked real bad. I am so sorry.
Xplode: Terry has been in this business a long time. He's as tough as they come. He will be fine.
President Mac: Jaden... no. He was not breathing. They had to revive him twice on the way to the hospital. You need to go to him and also have your knee looked at. I will take you myself if I have to...
Xplode stares at Mac for a time. He then struggles to stand up but Mac gestures for him to lay back down. Xplode is slowly slid into the ambulance. Ruthann Parks finally arrives on the scene and she looks frantic.
President Mac: Ruthann... I need you to follow Jaden to the hospital as soon as possible. Terry Jones is hurt pretty bad. I will meet you both there..
Ruthann's eyes gloss over as she checks on Xplode. She then nods her head and hops into the ambulance.
Ruthann Parks: I swear, Danny... I will make that bitch pay for this..
President Mac looks off in the distance.. a look of worry on his face. He removes his cell phone and dials a number. Behind him, the ambulance drives away in the distance as he speaks:
President Mac: This is Mac.... I want that match sanctioned. Xplode vs Bret Black for the EWC Championship. This is going to be big. I want this match... in a hell in a cell. Black won't get away with what he did tonight. Oh.. and one more thing. I want everything that you have on Tara Michaels... she has gone too far.
MATCH 2 - Grime
MATCH 3 - Grime
MATCH 4 - Nairobi Jordan
MATCH 5 - Ronnie McNeil
MATCH 6 - Tony Savage
MAIN EVENT - Tony Savage
Xplode
Tara Michaels
Living Dead Karl
Nairobi Jordan
Jon Goldberg
President Mac
Michael Saint
COREY X [1RP] Vs JTC [1RP]
WINNER: JTC
MATCH 2
EMMA LOUISE [1RP] Vs JEZZABEL [N/S]
WINNER: Emma Louise
MATCH 3
GRIME [1RP] Vs HARLOW KINSLEY [1RP]
WINNER: Harlow Kinsley
MATCH 4
ALEX CROSS [N/S] Vs LIVING DEAD KARL [1RP]
WINNER: Living Dead Karl
MATCH 5
NON TITLE
RED DRAGON [1RP] Vs METAL BLACK (C) [1RP]
WINNER: Red Dragon
MATCH 6
NON TITLE WEAPONS - NO DQ MATCH
KRUZER [N/S] Vs SHADOW MAN (C) [1RP]
WINNER: Shadow Man
MAIN EVENT
KING FLIP [N/S] Vs TONY SAVAGE [1RP]
WINNER: Tony Savage
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