MNB #450 - CALGARY

[President Mac]

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

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL

EPISODE #450 | MARCH 14TH 2016

LIVE! from the Scotiabank Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta, Canada

EWC BRAWL
March 14th 2016
LIVE! from the Scotiabank Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta, Canada
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 Nineteen year history. From episode 001 all the way down to episode 449.

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, Metal Black, Living Dead Karl, King Flip, Emma Louise, Bob Loblaw, BANE, Nurse Kinsley, Kruzer, Jezzabel, Tony Savage, Joe Kerr, Siobhan Townsend, and Dorian Ryan



This is followed by highlights of showcasing Monday Night Brawl Champions:



Shadow Man, Tony Savage, Harlow Kinsley and Xplode



There is a pause as the video package splits in three, one third dedicated to Memphis Reigns, one third dedicated to MadDawg and the final third dedicated to The Canadian Krusher with the final wording ..



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



The opening pyros hit and here we go.




The energy in the Scotiabank Saddledome in Calgary 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

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!  

The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!

The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!

A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display. 

As the camera pans around the arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello and Piven are shown smiling.

The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!

Aiello: Hello and welcome to Calgary Alberta, our third stop in a row here in the beautiful country of Canada. With me as always is Jeremy Piven

Piven: Yes and are these fans excited or what! We are only 2 weeks away from StrangleMania and you can tell this crowd is ready for what is arguably the biggest and best show of the year. StrangleMania is the big one folks, the one every one looks forward to. It's the most brutal, bloodiest, most inane show on the planet. One that was banned for several years, but we fight hard every year to keep bringing it back

Aiello: That's right Joe. Tonight is the final BRAWL before the big show, and we got some goodies in store for sure. We have another debut to kick things off tonight. 

Piven: Our new blood keep proving successful here on BRAWL and I expect that trend to continue tonight Joe. This Vigilante fellow looks hungry and wants to make a good impression. Damn it.. I'm still thrown off by the one extra day this year. I feels like the 13th today, although I know it's the 14th. Plus we had to move the damn clocks a head an hour. Shit man. 

Aiello: Due to some flight conflicts, our Bob on Bob action has been moved to the next BRAWL which takes place in early April. It's sad to see a match moved, but when you have a double no-show (looks into the camera ) what else you go'n do? Let's hope they both have the proper time and get on the correct flights next show, we'd hate to have a Home Alone 2, Lost in New York situation

Piven: Both movies hold up Joe. I love them both equally. The perfect Christmas Trilogy

Aiello: Trilogy?

Piven: Home Alone, Home Alone 2 and then Christmas Vacation. There is no better way to enjoy the holidays then to watch those 3 movies, in that exact order. Damn it, now I want eggnog

Aiello: It's March

Piven: Don't tell me my business Devil Woman

Aiello: March is the month of March Maddness, Batman V Superman and of course STRANGLEMANIA. What a month indeed. Before we continue on with the show, lets learn more about EWCTV. We'll be right back folks 

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As an added bonus for all those currently subscribed including any new subscriptions prior to midnight MARCH 31ST, you will get a FREE copy of the WRESTLEFEST XIII DVD and Blu-Ray combo when it's released later this year, which also comes with a free T-Shirt and Replica EWC Championship belt.

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VICTORIAN VIGILANTE
Vs LATOYA HIXX

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Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for a one fall and is the first match of the evening!

"Victorian Vigilante" fills the arena as D.S. Ryan and Lady Constance slowly come out onto the stage as steam starts for arise from underneath them. They slowly stroll, like on a peaceful Sunday walk, to the ring. As they arrive, the Victorian Vigilante makes his way up the ring steps.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first.. THE VICTORIAN VIGILANTE!

He holds the ropes open for his lady, and she enters. D.S. enters the ring and hands his walking stick to Constance. She exits the ring as he takes off his bowler and goggles and sets them in the corner. Whilst he awaits the match to begin, he takes off his overcoat and slings it over the top rope, and then proceeds to roll up his sleeves.

Aiello: What an odd.. odd ring name.

Piven: I've heard it all Joey. Kid Cannabis, Deadeye Proteus, Shadow Man.. EWC are renowned for having the weirdest ring names, gotta be proud of that Joey.

"Skys The Limit" plays through the arena and emerging from the back is Latoya Hixx, wearing a short coat with brass knuckles on both hands and white sunglasses covering her eyes.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent Los Angeles, California - weighing in a one hundred and fourteen pounds.. She is THE BOSS ... LATOYA HIXX!

She walks down the entrance ramp and takes off her shades, throwing them aside before throwing her coat aside and jumping onto the apron before entering the ring.

Aiello: First match of the night! The debut of The Victorian Vigilante!

Piven: Latoya will be wanting to a win under her belt and she's got a massive opportunity here against a newcomer. 

The Victorian Vigilante goes over to the ropes and opens them for Latoya, telling her she's free to exit the ring and forfeit the match, to the dismay of Latoya who shakes her head, hopping on the spot as she waits for the bell to be rung. The smirk that was previously on the Victorian Vigilante's face vanishes, and now he has a stern look in his eye. 

Aiello: The Victorian Vigilante telling Latoya that she's free to leave before the match has already begun! But Latoya isn't having any of it.

The bell sounds and this one is underway! The two competitors circle the ring before lunging into the center with the Victorian Vigilante using his strength and size to his advantage, locking Latoya in a headlock quickly before driving his knee into her gut, excessively, beginning to push her towards the corner. Latoya struggles as now the Victorian Vigilante has her cornered, delivering uppercuts to the chin and jaw before taking a few steps back and charging at her, connecting with a big splash in the corner. 

Piven: The Victorian Vigilante wasting no time!

Aiello: He means business out here tonight.

She stumbles to the center of the ring and the Victorian Vigilante runs to the ropes rebounds off of them and connects with a shoulder barge. He looks around the arena before looking back down at Latoya, running to the ropes again but Latoya is up and ready, leap frogging over him as he returns. He runs to the opposite ropes and on his way back is met with a drop kick by Latoya. The two are back up on their feet soon afterwards and Latoya grabs him by his arm and performs an arm drag take down, and the two are back up at the same time with Latoya leaping up and hitting him with a clothesline. The Victorian Vigilante stays down and Latoya quickly covers.. 

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Aiello: Not enough to put him away! The former NGW Marquee Champion getting back into this match!

Latoya picks him up and throws him over to the corner before going to the opposite corner, where she waits for a few moments before charging towards the Victorian Vigilante, who lifts her up and over to the ring apron. He walks over to the center of the ring and turns around, and Latoya has managed to springboard her way back into the ring, flying towards the Victorian Vigilante attempting a springboard crossbody, but he catches her!

Piven: This is not good!

He catches her and now he has her in a bearhug position! Tightening the hold and he walks around the ring, laughing as Latoya struggles to escape, kicking, clawing, trying everything she possibly can to get out of the hold. She then bites him but the referee doesn't see it!

Aiello: Wait.. she just bit him!

Piven: Oh God, we've got a Nurse Kinsley copycat over here!

The Victorian Vigilante releases her and holds onto his shoulder, complaining to the referee that he's just got bit but the referee doesn't believe him, telling him that he didn't see anything! The Victorian Vigilante is enraged and turns around in search of Latoya, she's running at him, kicking him in the stomach before connecting with a roundhouse kick! 

Aiello: Roundhouse kick by Latoya!

Piven: And the cover... 

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The shoulder of The Victorian Vigilante pops up and Latoya runs her fingers through her hair as she gets up onto her feet, asking the referee is he's sure that it was only a two, she reassures him. She picks him and kicks him in the gut, looking to connect with the snap swinging neckbreaker but he pushes her to the ropes.. she bounces back and The Victorian Vigilante connects with a superkick that almost takes her head off!

He grabs her legs and begins to swing her round..

Aiello: Oh no! This isn't good for Latoya Hixx! She's going for a ride!

Piven: Not her first and certainly not her last, if you know what I mean.

Aiello: Oh God, the night's just begun Jere, relax!

He swings her round and round and round before releasing her and she hits the canvas hard! Holding onto the back of her head as The Victorian Vigilante roars to the audience! He goes over to his grounded opponent, mounting on top of her and locking her in a Barata Plata
- known as Dear Ophelia!

Aiello: Barata Plata submission!

Piven: I believe he calls it Dear Ophelia! 

Almost immediately Latoya taps out, unable to escape, unable to cope with the punishing hold from The Victorian Vigilante and the bell sounds. 

Jessica Stroup: Your winner by the way of submission.. The Victorian Vigilante!

Aiello: The Victorian Vigilante pulls off the win in his debut. An excellent showing, we certainly cannot wait to see him in action once again once BRAWL returns after StrangleMania XI. It looks like we have Ace Heart backstage with someone ... lets cut backstage to Ace

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BACKSTAGE

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Ace Heart: Thanks Joe! Ladies and Gentlemen, EWC fans around the world, I'm backstage with the current EWC International Champion.....

Savage: *looks at Ace disappointed* Dude, c'mon, work with me here; it's the EWC.....DOT....COM!!....International Title!! *feeling smug about himself for correcting Ace*



Booms an anonymous announcer voice from out of nowhere, making Ace look around.

Ace: Where'd that come from?

Tony: That's just the start, Ace in the Hole; you see ever since I changed up the format of the belt a wee bit, EWC.Com's been blowing up like hand grenades; just a few days ago, we posted on the site a poll for fans to pick the stipulation for my upcoming title defense at Stranglemania......

WEIRD LOUD MYSTERIOUS GOOGLE ANNOUNCER: ALSO POWERED BY GOOGLE!!

Ace: *Sarcastic* Gee, lemme guess: Google is sponsoring us?

Tony: And how! Get used to it; every-time I say something that leads up to mention anything about Stranglemania

POWERED BY GOOGLE

Or the EWC.COM International title

P.B.G, Y'ALL!!!

Tony: I get an extra $50 in my pocket!!

Ace: That's just......*ultra sarcastic*....swell!! So, about your upcoming title defense....

EWC.COM International Belt!!

*now using a Yoda voice* Google It be powered by, mmmmmmmmmm!

Ace: Stop that!! Seriously, what's going to happen at StrangelMania for the International.....

GOOGLE!!!

Ace: *fed red and fuming* WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP: I'M TRYING TO DO MY JOB HERE!! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S POWERED BY GOOGLE, DIESEL, OR BUFFALO SHIT.....I JUST WANNA GET THIS INTERVIEW OVER!!

......Fine, be a baby about it!!

Ace: *needs a moment to gather his thoughts after nearly blowing a gasket!* Okay, so, what's gonna happen at SM concerning the match stipulation?

Tony: Simple, Heart....

I have no fucking idea!

Over 10 million EWC fans have logged in to EWC.COM....

POWERED BY.....

Ace: I SAID SHUT IT, MISTER!!

And chosen, out of all the possible match stipulations we have on file, in confidentiality, what kind of match I'll be walking into. Could be a steel cage, Hell In A Cell, The Dreaded SlaughterHouse match, First Blood...

Point is, the fans get a say in the booking my next fight, and I can't wait to see what's coming down the pipe.

Ace: This is big news, Tony! The fans of EWC, getting their 2 cents in, and helping shape the course of the EWC.....*looks at Tony*....please, please, don't make me say it....

Tony: It is what it is, Salon Quality Quaff, so call it as it!

Ace: Damn it.....fine......the EWC.COM International Title!!

Ace breathes a sigh of relief as he hears nothing, not a peep.

Ace: Ah.....thank you! As I was saying, this is big for EWC. Fan participation at it's finest.

Tony: That's what makes EWC, great, Ace; we give the fans, the customers what they want!

Ace: Ladies and Gentlemen, call your local PPV provider, order it on-line at EWC.Com and watch it live streaming, or get the EWC. Network and see it firsthand for yourself....as Tony Savage let's YOU, the fans, choose how he defends the EWC.COM International Title....

POWERED BY GOOGLE, THE SAME SITE THAT KNOWS ALL OF ACE HEART'S NASTY, FUCKED UP, PROBABLY GET HIM DIVORCED AND CLEANED OUT IN COURT BY THE EX AND POSSIBLY ON THAT LIST THAT LAW ENFORCEMENT USES TO TRACK SEX OFFENDERS, THUS, DRIVING HIM INTO A ALOCOHOL AND COKE FUELED DEGENERATIVE DOWNWARD SPIRAL THAT FINALES WITH THE FOLLOWING LINE IN THE PRESS "SPORTS REPORTER FOUND DEAD IN ALLEY DRESSED LIKE PRINCESS LEIA!" PORN SURFING HABITS. GOOGLE!! WE KNOW EVERYTHING, BITCHES......

EVERYTHING!!

Ace: Asshole!

Ace throws down his mic and storms off, leaving Tony standing there in the locker area, shaking his head....

Tony: You just HAD to do that to him while he's trying to kick caffeine, didn't you?!

Oh!, My Bad!

Tony: Seriously, told him it was the wrong week to quit that shit...

[President Mac]

…THE FOLLOWING ANNOUNCEMENT HAS BEEN PAID FOR BY ANARCHY’16…

The image immediately cuts to inside a dimly lit room, the only lights coming from candles flickering all throughout the room. Luke Wolfe is standing center stage with the other hooded members of Anarchy’16 standing behind him.

Aiello: Luke Wolfe and his gang from Rampage are here on Monday Night Brawl!!!

Piven: You know, typically I would be the first one to sign up for a group like Anarchy’16—

Aiello: Of course you would—

Piven: No-No hear me out… These guys are after everything that we hold dear in the EWC, they are trying to destroy our livelihood, Luke Wolfe blatantly disrespects the legends of our business, not to mention the guy who signs my checks! Joe— I need those checks!

The crowd lets out a loud boo echoing through the arena at the sight at Luke Wolfe and his thugs, as a chant begins to start….

“ASSHOLE!!!”

“ASSHOLE!!!”

“ASSHOLE!!!”

Luke Wolfe begins speaking from the jumbo tron…

Luke Wolfe: Monday Night Brawl… We interrupt this scheduled program to bring you a dose of reality. Yes, for the first time, we have arrived on Monday Night Brawl… If you thought that all of you were safe because you play for the “B” team, think again. Don’t forget we have people everywhere, and that includes here on Brawl. This war is between us and the EWC, and Brawl isn’t exempt, just because you wear red. But let’s get to the reason that I am here…

The crowd takes exception to what Luke said about Brawl…

“MNB!!!”

“MNB!!!”

“MNB!!!”

Luke Wolfe: I’m here because Mark Storm, everyone’s favorite underachiever decided that he wanted to step up to the plate one more time. You see Mark, you have given me no reason to even humor your request for Stranglemania, but you just happened to be the one next on my hit list, and you thought that coming out and spitting on the mic would somehow make everyone forget just what happened the last time that you and I squared off inside the squared circle. If you don’t remember let me refresh your memory, we met inside the steel cage, inside MY playground! And I knocked you down and you never got back up! You couldn’t beat Xplode when I served him up to you on a silver platter. I’ve been inside your head since the moment you’ve returned. You ducked me all of last year, playing politics to keep me away from the World Title, and all you did was extend your rein longer than you should have had it! But I’ve grown tired of this little game of cat and mouse, I’m tired of watching you get title shot after title shot, I’ve grown tired of seeing your name on the marquee, and bottom line… I’ve just grown tired of seeing your ugly fucking face on the TV screen every week!

The crowd begins chanting for Storm!

“STORM!!!”

“STORM!!!”

“STORM!!!”

The crowd continues to chant while Luke begins speaking yet again…

Luke Wolfe: So what I want to do is, climb over your broken bones on my way to the mountain top to take what rightfully belongs to US!!! You made the biggest mistake of your life, you talk and talk about how me and my boys will attack you from behind like a bunch of cowards, sir I’m afraid you’re mistaken, you will have no excuses, nothing you can use to claim that you were screwed, I am going to beat you in the center of the ring, and send you back to the gutter where you belong! I’m going to put you down once and for all, but I don’t want to pin you in the middle of the ring, I don’t want to make you tap to the Triangle Choke, I want to beat your ass so bad, that you can no longer stand! I want to leave you laying in a puddle of your own blood. You want me at Stranglemania? You’re on… Only lets do it right… This isn’t some washed up has been like Mac, Shadowman, or Saint. This is STRANGLEMANIA! And if we are going to go around one last time, let’s just see who will be the… LAST… MAN… STANDING! After I have beaten you within an inch of your life, and you can’t get up after the ref’s ten count, the EMT’s are going to have to scrape you off the mat, and take you out of the building in an ambulance! And after I am done with you, you won’t just be sitting at home licking your wounds, you will probably take your ball and run home just like everyone’s favorite Hardcore Shady TacoMan!

The crowd erupts!

“BOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Luke Wolfe: Mark Storm, at Stranglemania… I will be the last man standing, and you will be back where you belong!!! You don’t know who we are, you don’t know where we are… and you will never see us coming— and all you can do now… Is BURN!!!

The camera immediately cuts out to this image.

The image quickly clips back inside the arena.

Aiello: Can you believe how Stranglemania is shaping up??? Mac vs Shadow Man! Saint vs Griffin! And now Luke Wolfe vs Mark Storm in a Last Man Standing match!!!

Piven: This is shaping up to be one of the best Stranglemania’s ever!!!

NON TITLE MATCH

SIOBHAN TOWNSEND 

Vs TONY SAVAGE (C)

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Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for a one fall!

The opening, pulsating beat of 'Control' hits the sound system as the overhead lights dim. Lights in various shades of blue flicker into being, moving with the rhythm of the music-- and so is the veritable dancing of Dominic Townsend. Cane in hand and a tophat perched precariously atop his head, the Steampunk Prince steps to one side as the vocals begin, a bit of preening done before he's making a most grand and sweeping bow to introduce his beloved.  The backbeat kicks in as the Requiem strides out from behind the curtain, her expression a focused mask of neutrality that betrays nothing as to what she is thinking. Siobhan Townsend's head turns, her gaze taking in the crowd and her surroundings much the way a sniper would scan over a battlefield with a piercing gaze while her husband continues to scamper and caper about in his rather distinct way. Once she is satisfied that all is as it should be, she begins her walk to the ring.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first, residing in Cleveland Ohio, weighing in a one hundred and sixty pounds.. The Requiem: SIOBHAN TOWNSEND!

It's a no-muss, no-fuss sort of affair for her-- although the same is not true of her manager. Dominic is all too happy to schmooze to the crowd, slapping hands and doling out hugs whenever he gets the chance. It's about at the bottom of the ramp that the Requiem turns her gaze to her husband, a faintly-quirked brow the only sign of question that she offers up.

Aiello: Impressive debut by Townsend last week, defeating the Red Dragon but now she's facing a different sort of beast. A different sort of athlete, the former EWC Champion and current International Champion, Tony Savage!

Piven: The odds maybe stacked against her but I'm sure she'll be raring to go here tonight. Siobhan displayed a lot of potential, a lot of talent this woman possesses, talent that maybe challenging for titles sooner rather than later. A win here tonight will be HUGE!

Chuckling to himself, Dommy takes a grandiose step to one side and makes a sweeping gesture toward the ring-- as if inviting his client to enter the ring as she sees fit. There's a faint roll of her eyes before Siobhan does exactly that, a sudden burst of speed all the more she needs to slide into the ring on her stomach. Quickly regaining her feet, the final three words of the chorus (such as it is) sounding out as she pops up to her feet.

I WANT CONTROL.

There is no pandering to the fans, no indicator of paying them any mind-- instead? Siobhan simply makes her way to the corner, allowing her husband to do as he sees fit on the outside while her music fades.

No pyro, no fancy light show. Just the roar of a Harley Davidson Fat Boy tuned to perfection, which Tony revs up before he cruises down the entrance ramp.

Jessica 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.... THE EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: TONY SAVAGE!

Tony stops the bike next to the announcers table, revving the engine to the delight of fans nearby, and to the chagrin of that piece of shit Piven and his eardrums. He parks the bike, EWC's security crew takes temporary custody of Tony's weapons and search him, then, jumps into the ring still in street clothes, cracking his knuckles and ready to fight.

Aiello: The champion looking dapper with his new International championship.

Piven: I still can't believe he destroyed the old one! You can't just do that, can you? I bet he didn't even have permission! 

The two remain opposite each other, hopping on the spot whilst the official in the center of the ring reminds the two of the rules of this match. Both competitors nod but their eyes still remain fixated, a smirk plastering across the lips of Savage who holds his arms out to the fans and get's a massive pop, whilst Townsend remains calm, remains stern and hops in place. 

Aiello: Both of these two aren't strangers to one another, they've both spent time at Boardwalk Wrestling and both of them have held the Atlantic City Championship. 

Piven: Screw Boardwalk. 

Aiello: Calm down, Piv. 

Piven: Nah Joey, screw them. EWC4Life!

The bell sounds and applause ensues as the two competitors remain in the same position for a few seconds and soak up the energy from the audience, which is electric. They finally begin to make movements around the ring, coming to the center and slapping hands to the audience's delight before they back away and continue to circle the ring. The two sudden lunge into the center of the ring and engage in a collar to elbow lock, with Savage quickly gaining the advantage and sliding behind Townsend, locking her in a waist lock. Townsend manages to hook her leg around Savage, and takes him down with a drop toe hold but she quickly swivels her body around to his front and tries to lock him in a headlock but Savage quickly rolls out of it and get's up.

The two are now up on their feet and Savage is running towards Townsend, who meets him with elbows to the face, grabbing his head and bringing his body down to unleash a barrel of punishing elbows to the head. Savage manages to push her away, going over to the ropes where he grips onto the ropes and holds onto his face with Townsend running towards him. He realizes this in the nick of time and manages to lift her up and over the apron, thinking that she's gone crashing to the outside, he walks over to the center of the ring, continuing to hold onto his head and checking whether he's been exposed. He hasn't been, and turns around only to see that Townsend never went crashing to the outside, she landed on the apron and is springboarding her way into the ring, jumping onto the top rope before flying towards Savage and taking him down with a clothesline!

Aiello: Springboard Clothesline from Siobhan Townsend! 

Piven: The champion is scurrying to the outside, even he's got to be a little impressed. 

Applause ensues for her efforts and Savage is rolling to the outside of the ring, holding onto the guardrail he looks at Townsend who is inviting him inside, hopping on the spot she takes a few steps backwards as Savage slowly makes his way to the apron, jumping onto it before entering the ring slowly. The two circle the ring once again before lunging into the center where Savage manages to lock her almost immediately in a headlock, before taking her down with a headlock slam, the hold still intact with Savage on top of Townsend, wrenching the hold as Townsend tries to wriggle her way out. He brings her back up with the hold still in tact and brings her over to the corner of the ring, where he throws her into the corner before going all Muhammad Ali on her, a combination of boxing punches connecting to the body as well as the head, the hands moving to quick for Townsend to intercept, Savage continuing to build momentum as he connects with the shots at a quicker pace, generating more power before he connects with one final right hook which almost sends Townsend spiraling out of the ring but Savage grabs her.

Aiello: Quick jabs and hooks from Tony Savage, too quick for Siobhan Townsend who could not do anything about it. 

Piven: Boxing combinations from Tony Savage are always quick, always hard and when executed to the best of his ability, could knock you out for sure. 

He Irish whips her to the ropes and Townsend is quick to rebound, running towards him with an abundance of pace and taking him down with a Lou Thesz press, punches ensuing afterwards as she has him grounded before she get's off of him. Savage is up but not for long as Townsend connects with a drop kick as soon as he turns to face her. He's back up again soon after and Townsend is on him like a rash, connecting with uppercuts as she leads him to the corner. She goes over to the other corner, turning around and a surge of pace takes over her as she runs towards Savage, but Savage rolls out of the way. Before Townsend can turn around, Savage has already sneaked up behind her and has her in a full nelson position. He lifts her up and over, performing a full nelson suplex which sends the audience into a frenzy of cheers and applause for his efforts. He crawls over to her and hooks her leg..

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Aiello: The first pin fall of the match and it's barely a one!

Barely get's a one, Townsend managing to kick out almost immediately, showing great determination and grit which was awarded with applause from the audience. Savage nods his head before getting back up onto his feet and Townsend is in a seated position. He connects with a kick to her back which forces her to arch her back in pain, holding on it but Savage connects with another punishing boot to the back of Townsend and a third kick creates a clap that echoes through the arena.

Piven: Well damn! You can hear that one echo through this arena! 

Aiello: She's going to be feeling that in the morning, that's for sure!

Savage wipes the sweat slivering down his forehead and picks Townsend up by her hair, holding onto her hair he connects with a headbutt that has Townsend dropping to the canvas. She crawls over to the corner and Savage follows, grabbing her head but Townsend drives her elbow into his abdomen which stuns him, before she drives her elbow into his back which has Savage on his knees with his head between the ropes. Townsend then tries to choke him out, forcing his head down so he's neck is forced against the ropes and the official runs over immediately and starts to count, getting to the number three before Townsend releases the hold, the official having to talk to her but she doesn't acknowledge him. She goes back over to him and grabs him by his head, flipping him into a seated position before doing exactly the same as what Savage done to her earlier, connecting with kicks to his back, punishing shots which creates claps that echo through the arena, with the audience watching uneasily.

Aiello: And Townsend is going crazy on Savage, repaying him with the kicks he delivered earlier, Townsend has got so much venom behind those kicks. So much power!

Piven: They say she doesn't even use her legs that often, she's more of an upper body type of competitor but heck, those legs are doing wonders tonight, in both ways!

Aiello: You're a pervert Jere, you know that?

Piven: Damn right Joey, damn right. 

Savage now has his back on the canvas and is rolling around in pain but Townsend doesn't care, she now begins to stomp on him, showing ruthlessness and she holds onto the ropes and hits him with stomp after stomp after stomp. Savage rolls to the other side of the ring but Townsend is quick to get over to him, grabbing his leg, she lifts it up and drives her knee into his hamstring. He grabs his hamstring and manages to make it to the ropes. She grabs him by the hair and lifts him up, he's leaning against the ropes and Townsend connects with a series of uppercuts to the head, before swinging her boot to the hamstring of Savage and connecting. She grabs him by the head and slams his head against the turnbuckle, taking him to the center of the ring afterwards. Savage throws his arms up in the air and connects with a jab to the jaw, Townsend stumbles backwards, he connects with another jab.

He Irish whips her to the opposite ropes, she rebounds and as Savage lifts her into a scoop slam position, Townsend manages to hook her legs around his neck and takes him down with an impact head scissors take down! Savage rolls to the outside of the ring immediately and holds onto the guard rail. She quickly runs to the ropes, rebounds off of them and runs to the direction of Tony Savage on the outside, performing a suicide dive on Savage and catching him perfectly. She immediately rises to her feet and the audience applaud her for her efforts, she doesn't acknowledge it, her hubby makes her way over to her and applauds her, a rare smile plasters across her face but only for a mere few seconds. She's got a match to win.

Aiello: What a suicide dive by Siobhan Townsend! What a showing from Townsend too! Showing that she's more than capable of hanging with the best here in Extreme Wrestling Corporation. 

Piven: Ugh, I'm not even interested anymore. 

Aiello: Whys that? 

Piven: I forgot she's got a hubby.. your hot interest decreases when you've got a hubby, everyone knows that. Jesus, it's like a damn recession nowadays. 

Aiello: You're a pig Jere, you know that right?

Piven: Damn right Joey, damn right. Back to the action and Siobhan is going kamikaze on Savage, slamming his head onto those steel steps!

Savage suddenly has a burst of life surge through him and reverses the situation, grabbing Siobhan by her head and slamming her head against the steel steps to the delight of the audience. Dominic Townsend can't even watch her beloved, he turns away as Savage now throws her into the guardrail, with the referee count now on six he quickly slides into the ring before sliding out to reset the timer. He grabs her by her head and throws her into the ring steps, Townsend's back connecting hard with the steps. He grabs her and rolls her into the ring before jumping onto the apron himself. Townsend is already up, somehow, someway, she doesn't seem to be too effected by the guardrail or ring steps. She runs towards Savage who is on the ropes but Savage manages to get his head and shoulders between the top and middle rope and drive his shoulders into the stomach of Townsend. He then straights her up and connects with a forearm shot that has her stumbling backwards, allowing time for Savage to enter the ring. She runs towards him but Savage to kicks her in the gut, she doesn't seem to effected and tries to do the same to him, he grabs her foot and positions his hands so they're holding onto her shin, he lifts her up from the shin before bringing her back down to the canvas, performing a shinbreaker, releasing her and Townsend drops to the canvas and holds onto her shin.

Townsend makes her way back up onto her feet and Savage hits her with a bionic elbow which causes her to fall to the canvas. Somehow, she's back up again but this time Savage grabs her by the head and hits her with a standard DDT! He looks for the pin but she's already rolling away from him, holding onto her head but she once again show's resilience and is back up on her feet. To the surprise of Savage, who makes his way over to her, turning her around, bending her back and hitting an inverted DDT. 

Aiello: How.. oh how, oh how, is she back up on her feet? She's insane!

Piven: If she's like this in the ring.. imagine her - 

Aiello: Stop, just stop Jere. 

Piven: Fine.. sheesh.. but anyways, it's a well known fact that she was in the Norwegian Special Forces in her teenage years, so she's got plenty discipline and endurance to pain.   

Townsend is by the corner and holding onto the ropes, exhaling heavily whilst Savage is opposite her, revving the audience up as he waves his arms up high and positions himself. Townsend turns around and Savage is running at her! 

Aiello: SPEAR! SPEAR! TONY SAVAGE CONNECTS WITH A SPEAR!

Piven: THAT'S SURE AS HELL GONNA KEEP HER DOWN!

He hooks her leg.. 

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Aiello: NOOOOO! SIOBHAN TOWNSEND MANAGES TO KICK OUT!

"THIS IS AWESOME!"

"THIS IS AWESOME!"

"THIS IS AWESOME"

The chants of the audience echo through the arena and Tony Savage is running his fingers through his hair with a grin on his face. Whether it's a grin of annoyance, surprise, or appreciation is unknown but the grin fades as he gets back up onto his feet, running his fingers through his hair once again. Townsend isn't moving but her eyes are open, she's looking up at the ceiling, and Savage watches her for a while. He mounts her then pummels her relentless with elbow strikes. 

Aiello: He's trying to knock her out! 

Piven: A savage beat down by Tony Savage.

With every shot, he grunts, and after every shot, he generates more power and Siobhan is now exposed! Blood beginning to trickle down her forehead and Tony Savage isn't stopping, he doesn't care.. and it looks like Siobhan is about to pass out! 

Aiello: OH GOD! SOMEBODY MAKE HIM STOP!

Piven: This.. this is sickening, even for me. 

He finally stops and gets back up onto his feet, running his fingers through his hair and his elbows are covered with blood. The referee is checking if Townsend is okay, Dom is up on the apron, looking in to see if she's okay but Townsend doesn't need the referee, she pushes him away and gets up onto her feet by herself, assuring Dom that she's fine. The audience can't believe it, the referee can't believe it, Dom can't believe it, Tony turns around and now he can't believe it. 

Aiello: NO WAY! NO WAY! NO WAY!

Townsend goes back to work, launching herself onto Savage and taking him down with a Lou Thesz press, connecting with shots to the head afterwards. She gets off of him and wipes the blood away that's beginning to block her vision, looking at the blood on her hands she looks at Tony Savage and her eyes are vacant from any emotion. Bringing him up onto his feet she Irish whips him to the ropes, he bounces back and Siobhan conencts with a drop kick. He's back up straight away...

Aiello: ERADICATION! SPINNING BACK FIST BY SIOBHAN TOWNSEND! 

Piven: AND SHE'S ON HER WAY TO THE TOP ROPE!

She positions herself on the top rope and a massive pop ensues..

She flies off of the top rope..

And connects with the double foot stomp! 

Aiello: FUNERAL MARCH CONNECTS! 

Piven: AND THE PIN!

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The bell sounds and the theme song of Siobhan Townsend echoes through the arena and both competitors lie down in the center of the ring, looking up at the heavens, a massive pop from the audience ensuing.

Jessica Stroup: And the winner of the match.. SIOBHAN TOWNSEND!

She's helped to her feet by hubby Dominic and both the official and Dom hold her arm up in the air in victory. Tony Savage is up on his feet, using the ropes to help himself up and he looks at Townsend, a glare of respect and Savage walks over to her. Holding her arm up high in the air before exiting the ring, grabbing his title from the commentary area. 

Aiello: Wow! She's done it! She's defied the odds! She's beaten our International champion here tonight! This was an outcome that absolutely no one saw coming!!

Piven: And what a way to do it! What a match between these two! I know this isn't going to be the last time we see this match! Siobhan might have punched herself a ticket for a future title match after this showing here tonight. What a great performance all around between both. We will be right back folks

NON TITLE - WEAPONS/NO DQ MATCH

JOE KERR 

Vs HARLOW KINSLEY (C)

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your MAIN EVENT of the evening… and is a NON-Title match…

Joe Kerr’s Theme music hits to a mixed reaction from the crowd. The arena goes dim as the sound of the circus is in time. Suddenly the theme darkens as the lights start flickering red and blue.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 190 pounds… JOE KERR!!!

A man walks from behind the curtain. Hair dangling over his face and in raggy clothes, the man, Joe Kerr, walks down to the ring, avoiding eye contact with the crowd. He slides in, removes his dirty coat and slicks his hair back.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent…

The lighting in the arena starts to flicker and strobe to the beat as Melissa Auf Der Maur's "Whispers and Potions" hits the PA.

Jessica Stroup: From Bloody Corners, Ohio… Weighing in at 130 pounds…. The EWC X-Division Champion! NURSE HARLWO KINSLEY!!!

Harlow Kinsley stumbles her way down the ramp, holding the X-Division strap in one hand, carelessly. Staring off into space with a vacant expression. She sometimes sways or moves to the music, and occasionally stops to stare down members of the audience; otherwise, she barely seems to know where she is. When she reaches the ring, Kinsley slips beneath the bottom rope, slowly crawling her way across the ring. She makes it one of the corners, where she slumps against the turnbuckle, gazing off at the ceiling. After several seconds of just sitting there with a blank face on, she grabs the middle ropes with both hands, and hoists herself to her feet. 

Looking across at the people in the stands she locks eyes with Jay Cee who appears to be standing, in the stands with his arms crossed. He claps along with some of the other fans and then sits down

Aiello: Well that was an odd stare down. Jay Cee is here, watching on ... This is already the weirdest main event in the history of main events…

Piven: Look at these two whaka-doos…

Aiello: But who can forget the massive beating that Kinsley took last week when she won that X-Division Title, she is the standard for this division and now Jay Cee is here, watching? waiting? who knows—

Piven: Kerr looks like he wants to murder her… I think he’s a little upset that this isn’t for the title. After the last match, might we see another upset here tonight? Could Joe Kerr pull off the win against the champ?

The bell rings and Kerr charges Kinsley who appears to be totally out of it, but at the last second she drops her X-Division Title and spins around as Kerr hits the turnbuckle, Kinsley starts to mount punches over and over again! Kerr is caught totally off guard, leading with his forehead unable to get his hands up. After several punches Kerr manages to get his hands up and block a few punches and get in some of his own, backing up Kinsely… He grabs Kinsley by the wrist and sling shots her into the turnbuckle, she curls up the turnbuckle and flips over the top rope (ric flair style) and lands on the apron only to be clothslined off the apron by Kerr!!! She bounces off the apron landing on the floor. Kerr slowly walks over to the corner grabbing the X-Division Title, looking into it, he seems almost mesmerized by it, he slides out of the ring walking around it belt in hand, as Kinsely gets to her feet. Kerr looks at the belt for a moment and then sprints at Harlow and smashes her over the head with her own title belt! Looking down at the fallen Kinsley, Kerr drops the title… looking down at her in his own deranged way, picking her up by her hair, and goes to sling shot Kinsley into the steel steps, but Kinsley reverses it falling to her knees throwing with everything she has and Karr crashes into it, managing to spin around at the last minute and bashes his back into the steel steps!

Aiello: That had to hurt!

Piven: Oh… they both clearly have brain damage, how do we even know they feel pain?

Kerr falls to his hands and knees, clutching his back. All the while Kinsley is pulling a table out from under the ring, and setting it up stretching it across the ring apron and the guard rail. Once it set up she slides in the ring, just as Kerr does and the two meet in the ring and start trading rights and lefts! Harlow breaks it up with a kick to the groin to Kerr!!! Joe drops to his knees, as Kinsley takes a few steps back and then punts Kerr in the face!!! Kinsley goes for the cover!

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Piven: Well aint that just a kick in the head.

Kerr makes it to his feet, as Kinsley sprints at him, and Kerr reverses it and lifts Harlow into a sky high! Crashing down to the mat holding her for the pin!

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Aiello: A quick back and forth series of near falls between the two!

Kerr whips Kinsley into the ropes and tries to back body drop her over the top rope to crash through the table that she set up earlier, but she grabs he top rope and lands on the apron avoiding the table! Kinsley throws a few punches back at Kerr and he returns with a few of his own, she teeters on the apron looking like she is about to fall through the table, but she is playing possum and she leaps over the rope into a sunset flip, for the cover!

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She quickly grabs him as he rolls over on his belly, into a camel clutch!!! He struggles for a moment before biting her thumb breaking the hold!!! They make it to their feet and he nails three blows to the skull…

Piven: Come’on… We want blood! When is thing gonna get bloody???

Aiello: What is wrong with you???

Kinsley blocks the last blow and reverses it and retaliates with a few blows of her own, as she sends him into the ropes, she hits the opposite side and leaps into the air looking for a hurricanranna, but Kerr stops mid run and drops into a seated powerbomb!

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Piven: Seriously… this is taking a long time to get bloody.

Aiello: I’m actually impressed with the amount of athleticism and wrestling prowess being put on display rather than a garbage happy blood fest.

Piven: This is a Weapons No DQ match, this match is all wrong.

Kinsley rolls to the corner of the ring, as Kerr reaches down into his boot and pulls out a… box… cutter…

Aiello: What the fuck?

Piven: Ohhh now we’re talkin

Kerr gives the camera an evil smile as he slides out the blade, he makes his way over to Kinsley pulling her up by her hair to a seated position, he takes the box cutter looking out into the crowd, and he quickly slices the blade across the forehead of Kinsley!!!

Aiello: JESUS CHRIST!!!

Piven: Um…

The crowd erupts as blood starts to run down the face of Kinsley!

“HOLY SHIT!!!” 

“HOLY SHIT!!!” 

“HOLY SHIT!!!” 

Kerr tosses the box cutter out of the ring and picks up Kinsley and smashes her face down on the turnbuckle over and over again! She stumbles backwards and falls down, and Kerr goes for the cover!

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Aiello: Say what you want about Harlow Kinsely but she has the heart of a champion!

Piven: Um… That’s a lot of blood…

Kinsley’s face is covered with a crimson mask as blood flows freely from her forehead, she makes it over to her hands and knees as Kerr steps outside the ring, grabbing a steel chair from ringside and bringing it in the ring, he reaches way back just as Kinsley gets to her feet, her eyes glossed over she looks like she has no idea where she is… Kerr swings with purpose but Kinsley ducks out of the way at the last minute! Kerr turns around to get a drop kick to the face from Harlow Kinsley crashing the chair right into the face of Kerr!!! With Ker down, Kinsley slowly leans down and picks up the dented chair blood dripping from her forehead like a faucet. She looks at the chair for a moment and then back at Kerr, and she drops the chair and rolls out the ring, pulling out a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire!!!

Piven: It’s Barbie!!!

Aiello: That was cleaver…

She tosses “barbie” in the ring, and then reaches under the ring and grabs a baseball bat, and a boxing glove wrapped in barbed wire…

Piven: Ahhh… they call “The Singer” …They don’t let you use that one anymore…

Aiello: It looks like she is planning on using it…

She puts the glove on and slides in the ring, Kerr throws a punch at Kinsley and she blocks it and she nails a fist to the forehead with the barbed wire wrapped boxing glove! He falls to the mat, and she mounts him and punches him over and over again with “The Stinger”. She gets up pulling the glove off as Kerr starts to bleed himself. She tosses it out of the ring, grabbing the barbed wire wrapped 2x4 looking down at Kerr waiting for him to make it to his feet, and as soon as he does she cracks him in the head with the 2x4!!! The 2x4 bends the wood nearly breaking in half. The crowd is stunned as the camera gets a close up of the bent and splintered 2x4…

“HOLY SHIT!!!” 

“HOLY SHIT!!!” 

“HOLY SHIT!!!” 

Kerr looks like he is down for the count! Kinsley covers him with a lateral press…

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Aiello: You wanted blood? There it is…

Piven: I think I’m gonna be sick…

The canvas is covered in rust colored spots, as they both spill blood all over the ring. Kerr gets some distance from Harlow and rolls out of the ring, Kinsley goes to the top rope looking to take down Kerr, just as Kinsley perches on the top rope, Kerr grabs the chair and throws it at the bloody Kinsley stunning her as she falls off the turnbuckle and crashes down through the table she set up earlier!!! The crowd ERUPTS!!!

“THIS IS AWESOME!!!” 

“THIS IS AWESOME!!!” 

“THIS IS AWESOME!!!” 

Kerr lays down on Kinsley and tries to cover her on the outside of the ring… but the ref waves it off and tells him, that it’s No DQ but the falls have to take place in the ring. Kerr lets out a loud exhale trying to catch his breath, he picks her up and shoves the limp Kinsley in the ring, and he follows her in the ring… Interestingly enough…

Aiello: Kerr isn’t going for the cover?

Piven: Yeah, but he has his eyes on that baseball bat…

Kerr picks up the bat placing it on his shoulder, waving for Kinsley to get up… She slowly makes it to her feet, wobbly legged… Kerr, with blood running down his face looks at Kinsley with an evil smile, and Kinsley responds by waving for Kerr to “bring it”.

Aiello: This is gonna cost her…

Piven: SHE’S INSANE!!!

Kerr winds up with the bat, and swings but Harlow quickly ducks it! Harlow hits a kick to the mid section, and hits a cradle DDT!!! Harlow pops back up, but she looks like she has no idea where she is, but she makes her way over to the corner turnbuckle… Looking around the arena with blood running down her face… She leaps at him without warning!

Aiello: Sobredosis!!!!

She lands squarely on Kerr!!! She slumps over on the cover!!!

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Aiello: Well you wanted a blood bath…

Piven: Fucky ya…

Aiello: Kinsley has shown again why she is the standard barer in this division. But you can’t deny the effort put forth by Joe Kerr, he showed he could be a serious contender in the X-Division.

'Whispers and Potions' – Melissa Auf Der Maur hits to a mixed reaction from the crowd but they are obviously crazy about the blood bath of a match that we just saw.

The Ref brings her the X title as she holds onto it staring blankly into the crowd, the ref raises his hand in victory but she just blankly stares into the camera like something out of a horror movie.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… YOUR EWC X-Division Champion… Nurse Harlow Kinsley!!!

Jay Cee makes his way down and hops over the guardrail. He jumps onto the apron and yells at Kinsley, who takes her time to run around. She stares at Jay Cee very blankly. Almost as if she doesn't recognize him, but is obviously playing some sort of mind games. Jay Cee yells to her, the two exchange some words and then Jay Cee hops back down and heads up the ramp backwards yelling "STRANGLEMANIA"

Aiello: Yikes, Jay Cee is still upset over the loss from last week, and perhaps wants a re-match at StrangleMania. I don't know what kind of reply he expected out of Kinsley, but she didn't give him anything. I for one would LOVE to see a rematch between these two. Kinsley here pulls off the victory, and what an exciting match this was folks. This Division is proving to be very exciting, thrilling and brutal for all the fans, who are all loving it by the way. What a great match. We will be back after these short messages from Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice

Piven: Welcome back to the action!

Aiello: While we were on break, Jay Cee found himself in President Mac's office and just exited with a huge grin on his face. It might be safe to assume that Jay Cee might have got his wish, and could be facing off against Harlow Kinsley once again, this time on the greatest stage of them all 

Piven: Tonight's broadcast of Monday Night Brawl was brought to you by Batman V Superman which is in theaters Friday March 25th. Which just happens to the be the exact same weekend of our greatest show of the year... StrangleMania! No other event has been so closely intertwined with EWC lore, and it is at this show that legends are truly born. One question that has been on everyone's mind here is... will the EWC Championship be represented this year? 

Aiello: I can't recall a time when that has never happened to be honest. As most in the industry know, our reigning Undisputed Champion, Xplode, has recently undergone reconstructive surgery to his right knee. This was a much needed procedure for an ailment that had plagued the champion for the last 7 years. Word has it that the surgery was success, and the rehab process has begun. Tonight, we find out what the future brings for our champion as he prepares to head on out to the ring for the first time in three weeks.

Piven: It's a dangerous move for the champion to head on out here in less than 100% shape. There are plenty of men and women in that locker room who would like to take the champion out permanently. Xplode has built a career that will lead many to consider him the greatest in EWC history. He has dominated the World Title picture. It would be too easy for someone to reinsure than champion should desperation kick in. This should be interesting.

Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen... we shift to the ring.

Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen.. please welcome.. the reigning EWC Undisputed Champion... XPLODE!!!!

The camera feed pans to the entrance as the lights dim down. "I stand alone" by Godsmack begins to play loudly, causing the fans to stand up and cheer immediately! Fireworks emit from the stage and the lights shift to a crimson red hue! Walking out unto the stage is Tara Michaels. She smiles as the fans start to boo upon seeing her!

Piven: WOW! (Laughing) This crowd really seems to despise Tara.

Aiello: Regardless, she sure is gorgeous.

Piven: That's debatable

Tara stops at the edge of the stage and smiles as the fans continue to let her have it. Nodding her head, she points behind her... and Xplode emerges!

Piven: There he is... the Greatest of all time... The Destroyer of Worlds.... and the Champion.

Walking with the support of a crutch, Xplode walks out into view, causing the fans to cheer now! Xplode stops and looks around him, a smirk upon his chiseled face. Both Tara and Xplode head down the ramp way now as the theme song continues to play. Once at ringside, Tara ascends the stairs and sits on the bottom rope, allowing X to safely enter the ring with minimal difficulty. The fans continue to cheer loudly as Tara claps with respect. Xplode accepts a microphone and waits for the fans to calm down. Nodding his head, Xplode says nothing as the fans chant:

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THANK YOU!!!! 

THANK YOU!!!

THANK YOU!!!!

THANK YOU!!!

Xplode listens for a time. Using the turnbuckle post for support, Xplode leans to the side and begins to speak.

Xplode: In case you don't remember who the hell I am... let me remind you all. I ..... AM XPLODE!

The fans immediately lose it and scream with delight!

Xplode: ...and I am the man who has carried this damn promotion on his back now for quite some time! I told you all that I would put away Storm, and here I am, standing here... as the EWC Undisputed Champion!!! You know, I heard a rumor this week that many of you are calling yourselves "X-Men" in a gesture of respect. I like that.. it has a nice ring to it. So, this message tonight... it's for all of you X-Men and X-Women out there...

The fans cheer loudly as Xplode looks out into the sea of faces before him, soaking in the support.

Xplode: The big moment is almost here. Many of you want to know if my championship will be defended at the greatest show on the planet... Strangle mania. My doctor has told me that it would be in my best interest to stay away from the ring at this time or it could risk the healing process. As you all know, even though many in the locker room would say that I don't put in work around here... it has been ME who has been here for the last three years consistently! I HAVE BEEN THE ONE WHO HAS DEFENDED THIS STRAP AT EVERY DAMN SHOW... REGARDLESS OF THE OPPONENT THAT HAS PUT IN THE RING ACROSS FROM ME! WHILE MANY IN THE LOCKER ROOM WERE BUSY CREATING CHAMPIONSHIPS BECAUSE THEY JUST CAN'T GET THE JOB DONE.... IT'S BEEN ME WHO HAS TRULY REPRESENTED THIS BRAND! That being said.. no one has put in more work than me.

Sadly, for the first time in my EWC career, I will have to miss StrangleMania. Someone in that locker room will have the chance to become a legend, and headline the show in my place. I take the EWC's history very seriously. I bleed for this promotion. So I expect that EWC locker room to take things equally as seriously or they will deal with me once I am 100% again. In truth, this will allow the locker room to figure their shit out and come up with a proper challenger for my title. I have put down every damn name that have headlined a card with me... so I have earned this break. Just know that in a few short weeks, I will cleared for action again. Once that happens, Daddy is coming back to this ring and the status quo will return to normal.

The fans continue to cheer as Xplode adjusts his weight on his crutch.

Xplode: I am the Destroyer of Worlds. I am... the Genetic Jackhammer.. and I am the best in the world today. Remember that.

The fans cheer loudly as Xplode drops the microphone! 

(Voice) REALLY, X?!

The fans suddenly become silent as a large man steps out unto the state area! With two championship belts slung over each of his massive shoulders, the man finds his way down the ramp as he continues to speak.

Man: I thought you were a man of integrity.

Xplode: The fans are supposed to stay behind the barricade, scrub.

The large man arrives at ringside and he wastes no time rolling into the ring. Xplode watches him curiously as he snatches the microphone from out of Tara Michaels hand. A large smile appears on his face.

Man: Did you think that I would not find you eventually, X? I mean, did you really think that you could keep up this immortal warrior act for long before I caught wind of it?

Xplode: I honestly didn't give a shit. I think you might have taken a hit or two too much to the head though. You see, this is the EWC. You belong back in the IPW with the other scrubs who can't cut it in the big leagues...

Man: Oh you are right... I am from the IPW. I would argue, however, that the EWC is the big leagues though. I mean, let's be real here. Look at your locker room. They look like cast offs from some reality network show with their romance fights and brother / sister drama. No, the EWC was once the top promotion... but that time has come and gone. It's sort of ironic with you being their champion, I guess.

The man looks out at the fans as they boo him aggressively.

Man: Oh... where are my damn manners?! I AM TITAN... THE EUW AND IPW WORLD CHAMPION! Oh.. and I have a secret to reveal to you all.

The fans continue to boo TITAN as he paces the ring, smirking at Xplode. 

Tara: You don't belong here, Sir. SECURITY?! SECURITY?! WE NEED SECURIT-

TITAN immediately steps up to Tara and grabs her by the hair!! The fans scream as TITAN glares at her! He then throws her to the ground, causing Xplode to look on with horror! TITAN gestures for X to come at him to her defense, but laughs as Xplode helplessly remains on his crutches...

TITAN: Your bitch is mouthy. You need to put a muzzle on her.



TITAN: So let's open the eyes of these pathetic fans, shall we? Let's let the EWC locker room in on a little lie that their champion has told them. That sounds like fun. You see, Xplode has been telling everyone in the world that he has defeated everybody that he has faced. He brags about being the Undisputed Champion. Hell, he is also calling himself the greatest of all time and somehow tricking you all into believing it too! (Laughing) Well, I got news for you folks. You see, Xplode was once in the IPW with me. He was once the World Champion there... until he met me. I dropped his ass without blinking twice and took that strap from him. Unlike how X treats his opponents however, I allowed X to have a rematch against me. On that day... I beat his ass once again. You see, your champion has never defeated me despite his claims of being the best in the business. He doesn't deserve that strap on his shoulder at all. As a matter of fact... if we are being real here... I AM YOUR WORLD CHAMPION!

The fans begin to boo even louder now as TITAN laughs.

Xplode: Are you done? I think I fell asleep for a moment. Is this where you step into this ring and challenge me for my title? Well, news flash, kid. You gotta earn that shot. Step in line.

TITAN: I don't wait in line for NO ONE! DO YOU WANT TO CALL YOURSELF A CHAMP, X?! DO YOU!?! Then prove it... 

Xplode: What do you have in mind..

TITAN: Title for... titles. I will put up my two world championships against your one. Prove to the world that the EWC is the true top promotion. You claim to be the face of these fans, right? Put your title where your mouth is! Beat me, and earn the right to be called the greatest in the world! Or.. you can keep lying to these stupid fans and continue to live a fantasy. It's your call.

Tara: XPLODE WON'T FACE YOU! HE IS INJURED! YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE... RIGHT NOW!!

TITAN laughs as Tara Michaels screams in his face!  The fans boo loudly.

Piven: Someone call security and get this idiot out of here! The champ can't wrestle... it's not possible.

Aiello: TITAN is an absolute beast!

The fans continue to boo as Tara screams at TITAN... and then he snaps! TITAN grabs Tara and begins to lift her into the air!

Piven: NO!!! SOMEONE STOP THIS!!

Xplode launches from his crutches!!! He spears TITAN, causing him to release Tara instantly! Both men stumble backwards into the turnbuckle as the EWC Champion unleashes his fury! Xplode drives his forearm into the face of TITAN as the fans cheer loudly!!

Aiello: THE CHAMP IS OUTRAGED!! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU CHALLENGE THE EWC!!!!

Xplode continues to pound TITAN when suddenly.. TITAN kicks his knee! Xplode hits the mat with a sickening thud as TITAN shakes off the cobwebs!

Tara: HELP!!!! SOMEONE HELP!!!!

TITAN stalks X. He then sees the crutches that are lying on the mat. Walking over to the crutches, he picks one up when suddenly BANE and Damaged Goods emerges from the backstage area!!! All three men rush down the ramp and slide into the ring to Xplode's defense! Derek Wellings rushes out next!

Piven: THE FIRM IS HERE!!!!

Derek Wellings snags Xplode by the foot and drags him out of the ring to safety! Tara Michaels snatches the EWC Title and exits as well! Bane lungs at TITAN but is suddenly blasted in the face with a crutch!! Bane hits the mat hard. Both men in the team called "Damaged Goods" lunge at TITAN.. only to be caught by their necks! TITAN lifts both men up... and chokeslams them both at the same time!!

Aiello: OH MY GAWD!!!!!!

All three members of The Firm are laid out and unconscious as TITAN snags the microphone once again. Xplode is helped up the ramp by Derek Wellings as TITAN speaks..

TITAN: I am going to hunt your ass, X. You won't get any rest until you accept my challenge. When you close your eyes, you will see me in your nightmares. When you arrive at the arena, it will be me who is waiting for you in the locker room. I am going to show this half assed fed who the true champion is around here! THE IPW IS THE TOP PROMOTION ON THE DAMN PLANET... AND I.... AM... THE... IPW!! STRANGLE MANIA.... IT IS GOING TO HAPPEN!!

Xplode flips off TITAN as he is ushered to the backstage area! The fans throw litter into the ring and boo TITAN as he laughs.

Aiello: Oh wow... this may be Xplode's greatest challenge in his storied career! Will the EWC champion accept TITAN's Challenge in a winner take all stipulation?! The very fate of the world hinges on this! Will we find out who is the top promotion in the world today?!!

Piven: I don't think Xplode has a choice, really. He has to accept this challenge. He just has to!! What a way to end the show here folks! We are out of time and there is no resolution to this! There is no BRAWL next week .. we will return in April after StrangleMania. Keep an eye out on the news to see how this develops. Good night everyone!

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