MNB #451 - PORTLAND
Apr 4, 2016 23:07:04 GMT -6
Ruthless Aggression, Donkey Punch, and 3 more like this
Post by President Mac on Apr 4, 2016 23:07:04 GMT -6
WARNING: This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers. Accordingly EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #451 | APRIL 4TH 2016
LIVE! from the Moda Center in Portland, Oregon
EWC BRAWL
April 4th 2016
LIVE! from the Moda Center in Portland, Oregon
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 450.
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 The Eagle, Axle Aomori, and Mark Storm
This is followed by highlights of showcasing Monday Night Brawl Champions:
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" Kris Hell with the final wording ..
"In Loving Memory ... We will never forget"
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy in the Moda Center in Portland is electrifying.
Spotlights circle around the arena as the thousands of fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans.
A chant begins of
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
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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.
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!
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Aiello: Hello and welcome to the Moda Center here in Portland. With me as always is Jeremy Piven
Piven: Yes and are these fans excited or what! StrangleMania was balls to the wall crazy and we all loved every single minute of it. It was packed with excitement, blood and so much violence. It was just so pleasant.
Aiello: It was a big big weekend for the EWC as StrangleMania broke every record possible for the EWC and even set an attendance record that not even WrestleMania could top just days later. So it's safe to say President Mac is a very happy man. No one though, could be happier then our Undisputed Champion who put on one hell of a show for us
"I stand alone" by Godsmack begins to play as loud fireworks emit from the stage!!! The fans, knowing exactly what this means, stand up and cheer!
Aiello: Oh no... business just picked up, Jeremy. Here he is, our Undisputed Champion of the world... Xplode! His ears must have been ringing ... We haven't seen this man since his victory at StrangleMania where he put the company on his back.. and carried us to victory!
Piven: Agreed. This is THE man.... the Undisputed Champion of the World... and the best there is. What's left for him at this point? What else does he have to accomplish?
Aiello: I have a feeling that we are going to find out shortly...
Xplode emerges from the backstage area, sending the arena in to a fenzy! Looking from left to right, he says nothing at Ruthann Parks emerges next, kissing him on the cheek. She then smiles for the fans, causing a strobe like pattern of camera flashes to appear around them. Xplode adjusts the championship over his shoulder, and heads down the ramp way, dressed in a sharp suit.
Fans reach out to X as he continues forward, arriving at ringside. Rolling into the ring, Xplode sits on the bottom rope and helps Ruthann in as well. He then walks to center ring and raises the EWC Championship Belt high for all to see... sending the fans into a loud typhoon of cheers! Slowly, they all begin to chant:
XPLODE.... XPLODE..... XPLODE..... XPLODE..... XPLODE!
Nodding his head in respect, X continues to hold the strap high. Finally, he slowly lowers the strap and hands it to Ruthann who accepts it lovingly. X looks back at the fans once more as the cheers continue.. and then he proceeds to motion that he would like a chance to speak.
The Cheers continues to come...
Aiello: WOW... X has a connection with these fans that cannot be described. He has earned the respect of an entire industry. We may be looking at the greatest to ever step into the ring. Throughout the years, many have expressed their distaste for him. Others have challenged his ability to overcome various challenges throughout the years. Yet, there he is... still standing. He has quieted the critics and hit a level of standing in the sport that only a select few can claim. X may call himself the Destroyer of Worlds but in truth, he has been the complete opposite. He has helped to usher in a new generation in the EWC, one that has pushed the limits and established the EWC as the number one promotion in the world. He ha become the creator... of worlds.
Piven: I couldn't have said it much better myself.
X continues to wait while the fans cheer for him. Lowering his head, he seems speechless as the fan chant:
THANK YOU, X! THANK YOU, X! THANK YOU, X!
Unbuttoning his suit jacket, Xplode shakes his head. He brings the microphone to his lips... and speaks.
X: You know, if someone would have told me that I would be standing in this ring today, getting the kind of support that you all are giving me right now, I would have called them a damn liar. It's overwhelming. I don't know what to say besides... thank you.
The fans let loose and cheer X on as Ruthann claps in the ring! The entire arena is a madhouse as Xplode looks on, tears in his eyes. Rubbing his nose, he walks around the ring... and speaks once more.
...Alright. Let's get down to business. As much as I appreciate this, there is still business to tend to. A couple of weeks ago, I went to war at StrangleMania... the our premier event. The entire fate of this company was on the line, jobs... lives... it was all up for gamble. Any normal person would have shunned that challenge, especially when facing a monster such as TITAN. The thing is, I never had a damn doubt in my mind that I would beat him. Not for one.. minute. Sure, he was in my head a few times, causing me to ask myself if I really wanted that victory. Never once though did I feel that I couldn't put his ass down though because to put it simply.. he just wasn't in my league.
(Pacing the ring)
You see, the EWC is me.... and I am the EWC. At times I hated you all, and I am sure you all didn't like me too much either. Regardless, we are all one and the same. We are all the EWC.... and though we may fight with one another, when someone tries to take what we love away, we band together and become something much more than a simple wrestling company. No... we become an unstoppable beast that will not quit UNTIL THE JOB... IS... DONE!
(Crowd cheers)
...and that job has been completed. I am STILL your champion. We are STILL the EWC... and no other promotion can change that. That victory was not just a victory for me, but for us all. I felt you all supporting me out there, and that's something that I am not used to if I am to be honest. I appreciated that. So now the question remains... what's next? Where do I go from here?
(Xplode paces the ring for a moment until he comes to a stop.)
..That's a damn good question. I always said that I wanted to go out on top. I remember watching my father, a once great champion in his own right, acting like a damn bitch as he stunk out the ring night after night, due to overstaying his welcome. Age is a factor in my profession, and it's a battle that we all fight and lose eventually. I swore to myself that when I hung up my boots, I would do it on MY terms... and that is exactly what I plan to do.
(The crowd begins to plead for X to stop as the arena grows louder)
...Look, we all need to be realistic about this. I am getting slower in this ring. I can admit it. Hell, where it once took one night to recover for a match is now taking me up to a damn week. I am simply not in my prime anymore... but one thing I still am... is a fighting champion. I will not be one of those guys who walk away with the strap, leaving doubters in my midst. Oh no. When I walk away for good, there won't be a soul in this world who will be doubting my ability to get the job done. So here is how we will do it. In one year, at StrangleMania 2017... I am going to retire from professional wrestling. That leaves one year to go balls out and seal the damn deal.
(The fans begin to boo loudly as Xplode paces the ring.)
..This is something that I have thought hard and long about. It's time. I have created a legacy that I am proud of in the EWC, and nobody will take that away from me. Rest assure though.. for the rest of this year up until my final match, the best is yet to come. I am going to show you a side of me that no one has ever seen before. I will take this last ride... my final one... but it won't be alone. This time, I am bring you all with me. you all accepted me and took me in at StrangleMania and that meant a lot to me. Now, sit back and relax while I do the same for you all.. in return.
(The fans stand up and cheer)
Fans: THANK YOU, X!!! THANK YOU, X!!!! THANK YOU, X!!!
(X raises the championship over his head.)
X: I hear that I already have a challenger too. I won't spoil it for anyone, but lets just say, he can huff and he can puff but he will never take this title away from me. Rest assured, with the entire EWC nation behind me, there is no ending this reign.
The fans stand up and cheer as X holds the title high over his head! The arena erupts ad Xplode's theme song begins to play once more!
Aiello: Wow... the champ is retiring in a year. I don't know what to say.
Piven: I know what we will do though. We will sit back and watch a master at work, and enjoy his last year in the business. Xplode... you deserve the rest. Do what you do best for the rest of the year, and make this last victory lap in the industry one to remember.. just as you have for the entirety of your career.
Aiello: Agreed.
Xplode continues to hold the championship high as the fans support him loudly. He then flips it over his shoulder and exits the ring as the feed fades out
Piven: Yes and are these fans excited or what! StrangleMania was balls to the wall crazy and we all loved every single minute of it. It was packed with excitement, blood and so much violence. It was just so pleasant.
Aiello: It was a big big weekend for the EWC as StrangleMania broke every record possible for the EWC and even set an attendance record that not even WrestleMania could top just days later. So it's safe to say President Mac is a very happy man. No one though, could be happier then our Undisputed Champion who put on one hell of a show for us
"I stand alone" by Godsmack begins to play as loud fireworks emit from the stage!!! The fans, knowing exactly what this means, stand up and cheer!
Aiello: Oh no... business just picked up, Jeremy. Here he is, our Undisputed Champion of the world... Xplode! His ears must have been ringing ... We haven't seen this man since his victory at StrangleMania where he put the company on his back.. and carried us to victory!
Piven: Agreed. This is THE man.... the Undisputed Champion of the World... and the best there is. What's left for him at this point? What else does he have to accomplish?
Aiello: I have a feeling that we are going to find out shortly...
Xplode emerges from the backstage area, sending the arena in to a fenzy! Looking from left to right, he says nothing at Ruthann Parks emerges next, kissing him on the cheek. She then smiles for the fans, causing a strobe like pattern of camera flashes to appear around them. Xplode adjusts the championship over his shoulder, and heads down the ramp way, dressed in a sharp suit.
Fans reach out to X as he continues forward, arriving at ringside. Rolling into the ring, Xplode sits on the bottom rope and helps Ruthann in as well. He then walks to center ring and raises the EWC Championship Belt high for all to see... sending the fans into a loud typhoon of cheers! Slowly, they all begin to chant:
XPLODE.... XPLODE..... XPLODE..... XPLODE..... XPLODE!
Nodding his head in respect, X continues to hold the strap high. Finally, he slowly lowers the strap and hands it to Ruthann who accepts it lovingly. X looks back at the fans once more as the cheers continue.. and then he proceeds to motion that he would like a chance to speak.
The Cheers continues to come...
Aiello: WOW... X has a connection with these fans that cannot be described. He has earned the respect of an entire industry. We may be looking at the greatest to ever step into the ring. Throughout the years, many have expressed their distaste for him. Others have challenged his ability to overcome various challenges throughout the years. Yet, there he is... still standing. He has quieted the critics and hit a level of standing in the sport that only a select few can claim. X may call himself the Destroyer of Worlds but in truth, he has been the complete opposite. He has helped to usher in a new generation in the EWC, one that has pushed the limits and established the EWC as the number one promotion in the world. He ha become the creator... of worlds.
Piven: I couldn't have said it much better myself.
X continues to wait while the fans cheer for him. Lowering his head, he seems speechless as the fan chant:
THANK YOU, X! THANK YOU, X! THANK YOU, X!
Unbuttoning his suit jacket, Xplode shakes his head. He brings the microphone to his lips... and speaks.
X: You know, if someone would have told me that I would be standing in this ring today, getting the kind of support that you all are giving me right now, I would have called them a damn liar. It's overwhelming. I don't know what to say besides... thank you.
The fans let loose and cheer X on as Ruthann claps in the ring! The entire arena is a madhouse as Xplode looks on, tears in his eyes. Rubbing his nose, he walks around the ring... and speaks once more.
...Alright. Let's get down to business. As much as I appreciate this, there is still business to tend to. A couple of weeks ago, I went to war at StrangleMania... the our premier event. The entire fate of this company was on the line, jobs... lives... it was all up for gamble. Any normal person would have shunned that challenge, especially when facing a monster such as TITAN. The thing is, I never had a damn doubt in my mind that I would beat him. Not for one.. minute. Sure, he was in my head a few times, causing me to ask myself if I really wanted that victory. Never once though did I feel that I couldn't put his ass down though because to put it simply.. he just wasn't in my league.
(Pacing the ring)
You see, the EWC is me.... and I am the EWC. At times I hated you all, and I am sure you all didn't like me too much either. Regardless, we are all one and the same. We are all the EWC.... and though we may fight with one another, when someone tries to take what we love away, we band together and become something much more than a simple wrestling company. No... we become an unstoppable beast that will not quit UNTIL THE JOB... IS... DONE!
(Crowd cheers)
...and that job has been completed. I am STILL your champion. We are STILL the EWC... and no other promotion can change that. That victory was not just a victory for me, but for us all. I felt you all supporting me out there, and that's something that I am not used to if I am to be honest. I appreciated that. So now the question remains... what's next? Where do I go from here?
(Xplode paces the ring for a moment until he comes to a stop.)
..That's a damn good question. I always said that I wanted to go out on top. I remember watching my father, a once great champion in his own right, acting like a damn bitch as he stunk out the ring night after night, due to overstaying his welcome. Age is a factor in my profession, and it's a battle that we all fight and lose eventually. I swore to myself that when I hung up my boots, I would do it on MY terms... and that is exactly what I plan to do.
(The crowd begins to plead for X to stop as the arena grows louder)
...Look, we all need to be realistic about this. I am getting slower in this ring. I can admit it. Hell, where it once took one night to recover for a match is now taking me up to a damn week. I am simply not in my prime anymore... but one thing I still am... is a fighting champion. I will not be one of those guys who walk away with the strap, leaving doubters in my midst. Oh no. When I walk away for good, there won't be a soul in this world who will be doubting my ability to get the job done. So here is how we will do it. In one year, at StrangleMania 2017... I am going to retire from professional wrestling. That leaves one year to go balls out and seal the damn deal.
(The fans begin to boo loudly as Xplode paces the ring.)
..This is something that I have thought hard and long about. It's time. I have created a legacy that I am proud of in the EWC, and nobody will take that away from me. Rest assure though.. for the rest of this year up until my final match, the best is yet to come. I am going to show you a side of me that no one has ever seen before. I will take this last ride... my final one... but it won't be alone. This time, I am bring you all with me. you all accepted me and took me in at StrangleMania and that meant a lot to me. Now, sit back and relax while I do the same for you all.. in return.
(The fans stand up and cheer)
Fans: THANK YOU, X!!! THANK YOU, X!!!! THANK YOU, X!!!
(X raises the championship over his head.)
X: I hear that I already have a challenger too. I won't spoil it for anyone, but lets just say, he can huff and he can puff but he will never take this title away from me. Rest assured, with the entire EWC nation behind me, there is no ending this reign.
The fans stand up and cheer as X holds the title high over his head! The arena erupts ad Xplode's theme song begins to play once more!
Aiello: Wow... the champ is retiring in a year. I don't know what to say.
Piven: I know what we will do though. We will sit back and watch a master at work, and enjoy his last year in the business. Xplode... you deserve the rest. Do what you do best for the rest of the year, and make this last victory lap in the industry one to remember.. just as you have for the entirety of your career.
Aiello: Agreed.
Xplode continues to hold the championship high as the fans support him loudly. He then flips it over his shoulder and exits the ring as the feed fades out
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BOB GRENIER
Vs BOB LOBLAW
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall…
'Smart Went Crazy' – Atmosphere hits as he lights begin to flicker, the crowd erupts into a round of boos!
Jessica Stroup: Introducing first from South Porcupine, Ontario, Canada weighing in at 233 pounds… BOB GRENIER!!!
Bob, makes his way down the ramp and steps in the ring, climbing the turnbuckle playing to the crowd to a round full of boos. He steps down, and waits for his opponent.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent…
Born in the USA begins to play…
Jessica Stroup: From Washington, DC weighing in at 215 pounds… “The Law” ….Bob LoBlaw!!!
Out walks Bob Loblaw. As he makes his way down the ramp, he hands out business cards to the fans for his Law Firm. He also throws out a few shirts for his "Bob Loblaw Law Blog" promotions. He then enters the ring and removes his blazer and tie.
Aiello: Well, this is a great chance for Bob Loblaw to capitalize on his big debut win a couple weeks back!
Piven: My money is on Bob…
Aiello: Jeremy, they are both named Bob…
Piven: Huh?
Aiello: Are you paying attention at all?
Piven: Yes! Jessica is looking great tonight Joe!
Aiello: What about the competitors in the ring?
Piven: I told ya, Bob is looking good tonight.
Aiello: *Sigh*
The bell rings, and Grenier puts out what appears to be a Marijuana joint…
Aiello: Is he… Smoking in the ring?
Piven: Naa… I’m sure he would never do tha— No wait, yup he’s smokin week in the ring…
With Grenier’s back turned as he puts out his joint, Loblaw comes up behind him and nails a series of forearm sledges to the back of Grenier’s head. He grabs Grenier and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle, and charges ring behind him, but Grenier bounces out of the turnbuckle and clothslines a charging Loblaw! Grenier falls to his knees momentarily grabbing his lower back, but only for a moment… he gets up picking up Loblaw but he counters with a few fists to the stomach, Loblaw hooks him in a bear hug but only for a moment when Loblaw throws him over his head in an over the top belly to belly suplex and Grenier crashes into the turnbuckle behind them! Greneir grabs the back of his head followed quickly by a cover from Loblaw!
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Greneir easily grabs the bottom rope!
Aiello: Loblaw’s inexperience cost him there, can’t cover him so close to the ropes.
Piven: Good lord, everyone knows that. It’s called a damn rope break.
Aiello: Piven… Enough already
Greneir rolls out of the ring in frustration, followed quickly by Loblaw… Loblaw grabs him, but Greneir quickly spins him around and nails a few fists to the skull followed as he runs Loblaw’s face into the turnbuckle post! Loblaw stumbles backwards holding his forehead, Greneir rolls back in the ring, and Loblaw slams his fist down on the ring apron frustrated, and slides under the bottom rope only to get stomped by Greneir. Greneir picks up Loblaw and nails a scoop slam to Loblaw, and he hits the ropes and jumps and hits a elbow to the chest to Loblaw, and he goes for the cover!
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Kickout!
Piven: Bob is really dominating this one Joe!
Aiello: I give up…
Loblaw is lead to his feet by Greneir, as he hooks him for a suplex only for it to get reversed by Loblaw! Loblaw picks up Greneir and throws him into the turnbuckle once again! This time he smashes into the turnbuckle, and Loblaw climbs the turnbuckle and begins to pound on Greneir’s skull, with the crowd counting along… but after five punches, Greneir grabs Loblaw and walks him out of the turnbuckle and reverses it into a powerbomb! Greneir rolls on him and hooks he leg!
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Aiello: That was a nice reversal by Grenier but not nearly enough to keep down Loblaw!
Pivan: It’s an interesting strategy Joe let’s see if it pays off for him…
Aiello: Jeremy, like seriously…
Piven: What? I already know that Bob is gonna win this match… What’s the big deal?
Grenier picks Loblaw off the matt with a gut wrench powerbomb! Loblaw grabs his lowerback, and rolls towards the ropes grabbing onto them, telling the ref to get him back. The ref pushes Grenier back telling him to give Loblaw some space. The ref goes to check on Loblaw, who is complaining about his back!
Aiello: This looks like it could be serious! Loblaw could be injured!
The ref is down talking with Loblaw who claims that he can’t get up off the mat, the Ref gets up and signals for medical personnel to come down to ringside, but while his back is turned Grenier gets nailed below the belt, with a devastating low blow!!! Grenier drops to his knees as the ref turns around, seeing Loblaw covering up Grenier…
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Kickout!!!
Piven: Loblaw was playing possum! What a great move!
Aiello: It’s good to see that you’re finally paying attention to what is going on…
Loblaw makes it back to his feet, as Grenier rolls over on his hands and knees, clutching his groin. Loblaw while looking pleased with himself, still has a scowl on his face as he stomps Grenier over and over again. Loblaw picks up Grenier and attempts to whip him into the turnbuckle, but Greneir reverses direction and sends Loblaw into the near turnbuckle squashing the ref!!! The ref crumbles to the mat, Loblaw concerned with the ref’s well being checks on him as Grenier rolls out of the ring grabbing a chair. Before Loblaw even knows that Greneir even left the ring, he turns around and is smashed in the skull with the steel chair!!! Loblaw is out cold!!! Greneir drops the chair in the middle of the ring, and drops to the mat as if he was hit with the chair!!!
Pivan: Oh… My… God… This is the greatest thing ever!
Aiello: This isn’t wrestling!
Pivan: Oh, come on Joe… ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED???
The ref slowly wakes up as he sees both men down on the mat with the chair in the middle of them. He looks around unable to distinguish what happened during the exchange. He takes he chair and tosses it out of the ring, Grenier rolls over on his stomach… Slowly pulling himself to Loblaw and drapes one arm over him!
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Piven: Oh come on!!!
Aiello: I can’t believe you would condone that!
Piven: I don’t… but you have to give the man credit for trying it! I wanted to see it pay off for him!
Grenier almost gives his cheat away as he nearly loses his cool… But to keep up appearances he pretends to be out cold… slowly dragging himself to his feet with the ring ropes, but he was completely unaware that Loblaw had made it to his feet and hit the ropes! He turns around and gets nailed with the Civil Action!!! Grenier is turned inside out! Loblaw goes for the cover!!!
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Piven: I told ya from the beginning that Bob was gonna win this one.
Aiello: You did… yes you did. You can’t deny how impressive Loblaw has been since debuting in the EWC, he was nearly cheated out of this match, but he found a way to come out with a victory. For a man with very little wrestling experience, this victory was very impressive
Piven: If only you had believed in Bob from the start of this match like I did.
Loblaw gets his arm raised in victory as he spits on Grenier for his dirty tactic that he tried to pull off the victory.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… BOB LOBLAW!!!
“Born in the USA” by Bruce Springsteen hits as Loblaw leaves the ring and walks up the ramp grabbing his jacket.
Aiello: Loblaw is certainly a very exciting rookie to keep an eye on, and of course, if anyone out there is in need of legal representation, be sure to give Bob a call. He is now accepting new clients. We'll be right back folks
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Hello, My name is Bob Loblaw.
Yes. I am a Lawyer.
Recently I've joined the Extreme Wrestling Corporation as a Wrestler for Justice.
Looking for a divorce?
Wrongful dismissed from work?
Denied a position even though you are more than qualified?
Involved in a hit and run?
Did you hit and then run?
Tired of Police acting like dicks and eating donuts all day?
Caught with a prostitute?
Find out that special lady is really a man?
Feel like you are just out of options in life?
Worry not.
Bob Loblaw is here.
That's right.
Bob Loblaw
Who?
Bob Loblaw is here.
That's right.
Bob Loblaw
Who?
BOB LOBLAW
What?
BOB LOBLAW
Suffer no more. Call me. Bob Loblaw.
The TOUGH MAN for the job!
I'll do whatever it takes.
I've never lost a case.
997 Straight Wins
That's right.
Bob Loblaw.
I'll be your Lawyer
TODAY!
What?
BOB LOBLAW
Suffer no more. Call me. Bob Loblaw.
The TOUGH MAN for the job!
I'll do whatever it takes.
I've never lost a case.
997 Straight Wins
That's right.
Bob Loblaw.
I'll be your Lawyer
TODAY!
B O B || L O B L A W
CASE CLOSED
CASE CLOSED
AXLE AOMORI
Vs JOE KERR
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall… introducing first is from Lafayette, Indiana weighing in at 210 pounds… Axle Aomori!!!
Sober blares through the sound system as the lights go to a blood red color. Axle slowly walks out from the back to a storm of boos and into a cloud of smoke that has come up from the bottom of the stage. He looks around at the crowd with a smirk on his face as he runs his hand through his hair. As he finishes he begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring slowly ignoring any fans that try to reach out to touch him. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he sees a fan that has a sign that reads "Axle Sucks," Axle rips the sign out of the fans hand and rips the sign which he throws back into the fans face. Axle walks the final bit of the ramp to reach the floor which he then makes a sharp left towards the steps heading up to the ring, as he reaches them he slowly walks up them step by step, when he finally gets to the apron of the ring he climbs through the top and middle ropes, after he has gotten into the ring he walks towards the ropes and yells different words out into the crowd and smirks, as he finishes yelling into the crowd he heads towards his corner and slides down it into a sitting position.
Jessica Stroup: …And his opponent…
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: 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.
Aiello: Axle has a big opportunity to make a name for himself tonight, with the way that Kerr took it to Nurse Kinsley at our last Brawl.
Piven: Kerr is no Joker… Er… I mean… Well, you know what I mean.
Aiello: *Sigh*
Joe slicks his hair back pacing around the ring, as Axle tries to get a grip on Joe, but Joe slips a tie up. The newcomer Axle is quick to try to tie up once more this time Joe again tries to slip it, but Axle turns it into a standing switch and quickly moves into a side headlock, which Joe uses to shove off Axle into the ropes, and Joe knocks Axle to the ground with a shoulder tackle, and the hits the mat with a thud! Joe hits the ropes and leaps over Axle who gets to his feet, and then leap frogs Kerr as he comes back at him, Kerr bounces off the other side and Axle hooks Joe into a quick overhead belly to belly suplex!
Aiello: That was impressive…
Axle bounces back to his feet, as does Kerr Axle runs to lock up with Joe but Joe quickly turns it into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Quickly they both make it back to their feet, but Axle is holding his back as he turns around into a clothsline from Joe Kerr!!! Axle pops back to his feet, once again and Kerr goes for another clothsline but this time Axle ducks it, and hits he ropes and just as Kerr turns around Axel hits Joe with a hurricanranna! Hooking the legs!
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Aiello: Axle has kicked this thing off with an impressive showing!
Piven: He’s gonna have to keep it up, to keep pace with Joe Kerr, this is a guy who took Nurse Kinsely to her limit!
Axel pops back up, and Joe and Axel tie up in the collar and elbow tie up, and Axel quickly takes down Kerr with an arm drag take down! They pop back up and tie up once again! This time Joe breaks it up with a knee to the mid section, and then hooks Axel and flips him with a fluid hiptoss! They stand up locking eyes, circling each other Joe with a smile on his face compared to the look of intensity from Axel, and hey again hook up in a collar and elbow tie up! They jockey for position and Kerr forces Axel back into the corner, and the ref breaks them up, as Kerr slowly backs up and then nails Axel with a slap across the face!
Aiello: Oh! A sign of disrespect from Kerr…
Piven: If Axel wants Joe’s respect he’s gonna have to earn it.
Axel looks on with fury at Joe who paces the ring, laughing slicking back his hair. Axel sprints at Joe again looking for a hurricanranna but this time Joe reverses it into a sitdown powerbomb!
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Axel is slow to get up, and Kerr grabs him and immediately hooks him for a snap suplex! He rolls over it and turs it into a front facelock submission! But Axel is right next to the ropes and he reaches and grabs the ropes and he is forced to break the lock. Axel rolls out of the ring, to get a breather and Joe climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off! But Axel shows his quickness and leaps into the air and hits a dropkick to Joe on his way down! Joe bounces off and goes back first into the turnbuckle! The crowd pops for the monster blow…
“OHHHHH!!!”
Joe clutches his back as Axel throws him in the ring, Axel pops up on the turnbuckle and hits a split legged moonsault hooking the leg!
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Joe rolls over still clutching his back, from the blow into the turnbuckle post. Axel grabs him from the waist performing a deadlift german suplex! He holds Kerr for the pin but Joe’s legs are in the ropes, so the ref calls for the break. Axel goes uptop, as Joe rolls over onto his hands and knees slowly getting to his feet… Axel jumps off the top rope looking for a top rope drop kick, but Joe takes a few steps back grabbing Axel’s feet, and reversing it as Axel’s back slams down on the mat, Joe steps over twisting Axel’s legs and looking to lock in THE KILLING JOKE!!! The crowd pops to their feet! Axel struggles trying to stop Joe from turning him over! Joe struggles to turn him, and Axel reaches up and curls down Joe into a small package!!!
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Aiello: I don’t believe it! Axel reversed the Killing Joke into a small package for the win!!!
Piven: Even I have to say that was a very impressive win against a great competitor in Joe Kerr.
Axel Aomori rolls out of the ring, where the ref raises his hand as Joe Kerr sits in he ring, shocked frustrated with himself. He slaps the ring angrily as Axel makes his way up the ramp, Joe and Axel lock eyes.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... AXLE AOMORI!!!
Aiello: This one might not be over between these two… we'll be right back folks
BACKSTAGE
Outside the parking lot of the Moda Center, we get a nice visual of a freaking Abrahams tank parked outside the arena. On the machinegun is new Rampage star Atlas wearing an army helmet, manning the machinegun. Carlos Vitória is sitting on the turret next to a merrily-chattering Dominic Townsend, and Tony Savage and Siobhan Townsend are next to the tank, having a conversation....
Tony: You sure you know how to drive this thing?
The Requiem manages to avoid rolling her eyes outright, but only just--the look she gives Tony speaking volumes.
Siobhan: Ja.
Tony: Okay, okay, just wondering. It's not like this thing is a fucking Kia or something.
(notices the camera, then turns to speak)
Tony: Wars aren't won with rhetoric, or weapons....
They're won by soldiers. People willing to take a stand against something they know is wrong. People willing to make sacrifices to do the right thing.
For months now, crew after crew has come into EWC looking to do all the wrong things. Anarchy '16 and Project Chaos wreaking havoc, trying to end careers and cause destruction. Jaden assembling a crew of bitch boys to do his dirt, only to be discarded when either they don't pay him enough tribute, or, in the case of Bane...
They're too much of a threat to his ego to be allowed to prosper.
And don't get me started on the Endless Walk....just....don't!
For too long, the EWC has been exposed to shit stable, after shit stable, after shit stable. Manned by scumfucks, cowards, and also-rans, who, like jackals, use group tactics to bully and scheme their way to their goals, not caring, or even gleefully, shitting on anything good in this industry. And for too long, management has done little to curb this plague of idiots running amok. There is seemingly no law in EWC....
So, we're taking it upon ourselves to show the industry....there will be justice, and there will be order. And if you decide to play the bad guy from here on, guess what...
You'll be seeing us.....
The Degenerate Eradication Agency.....D....E....A!!
We are the new law in EWC, folks. If you cheat, we'll be there to punish you. If you act the sleaze, we'll be there to enforce decency. If the powers that be are unwilling or unable to maintain law and good order in this fed.....*cracks his knuckles*...we're more than willing and able, to do the job, they can't!
With me, are four of not only the finest wrestlers in the industry, but 4 of the best human beings in the sport, joining me to take a stand against the tide of corruption and violence plaguing EWC. There are new sheriffs in town in Extreme Wrestling Corporation...
Don't believe me; Sio....
Let these motherfuckers know exactly what they have in store for them.
Siobhan quirks a brow at the proverbial baton being passed her way, but she humors her ally's request.
Siobhan: We fully acknowledge that we are going to have to dirty our hands to bring order to the EWC, and frankly? Such is a price that we are all universally ready to pay in the name of the greater good. Violence does not innately mean lawlessness, and that is what we are going to forcibly remind the cheaters, the liars, the politicos and the fakes that dare to attempt to spread their taint here.
Her head turns to look squarely at Savage.
Siobhan: ...was that adequate?
Savage: Adequate? Shit, that was golden, girl. Carlos, you got something to add?
Carlos: After both you and Ms. Townsend expose in such a fine manner the purpose of our union and what we will do here in the EWC, what is left for me to say? Although I am a man of words I know to recognize when it comes the time to be quiet and go to action. And this...this is one of those times right now. SO CAN SOMEONE JUST START THIS MACHINE?!
Tony: Alllllllllll.....righty, then. Sio, let's kick this pig!
Siobahn gives the camera a quick salute, then hops in the tank. A moment later, as Tony climbs aboard, the tank revs up, and starts moving. That's when Tony sees a pick-up truck with "Trump 2016: Make America Great Again!" in the parking lot!
Tony: TARGET ACQUIRED! RAMMING SPEED!!
*scene ends with some jackass getting his rig smashed like a beer can!*
SIOBHAN TOWNSEND
Vs VICTORIAN VIGILANTE
Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for 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.
Stroup: Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio - weighing in a one hundred and sixty pounds... 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. 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.
Aiello: Siobhan and Savage have put on some killer matches over the past two events, but now, Siobhan has a new challenge in the Victorian Vigilante who managed to score an impressive victory over Latoya Hixx on his debut, and will now be looking to continue to dominate.
Piven: If the Victorian Vigilante even believes for a second that Siobhan is going to be a push over, then he's got another thing coming! She's proven to be one of the most talented in ring competitors during her short stint here, and really is one of the top talents here.
"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.
And her opponent.. from Detroit Michigan, weighing in a two hundred and thirty pounds... 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: Well damn, he's doing it again.
The Victorian Vigilante walks up to the ropes and offers Siobhan a way out of this match by opening the ropes, but Siobhan simply chuckles at the offer and goes to her corner whilst the Victorian Vigilante evidently begins to build up with anger.
Piven: This is the EWC, no one just walks away from matches dammit.
The bell rings and immediately The Victorian Vigilante launches himself to the other side of the ring to teh surprise of Siobhan Townsend, who endures punishing shots to the mid section as he corners her, before driving his shoulders into her ribs, spearing her into the corner. She struggles and holds onto the ropes, causing the referee to rush over to the scene and start a count, demanding that the Victorian Vigilante stops, which he eventually does.
Aiello: But then again, not leaving the match, only makes him angrier.
He backs away from the corner, allowing her a few seconds of breathing space before launching himself towards her once again like a predator, but immediately she manages to move away. She now has him on the ropes and is pummeling him with blows to the head, cornering him and making the Victorian Vigilante unaware of where he is. She brings him to the ropes and swings him to the opposite ropes, and on his return he shoulder barges her to the canvas before running to the ropes quickly, returning only to be taken down with a Lou Thesz Press, mounting on top of him and connecting with shots to the head to the audiences approval who cheer her on.
Throwing her off, he gets to his feet but only to be taken down by an armdrag by the athletic Siobhan Townsend, and once again both competitors are on their feet but this time it's The Victorian Vigilante on the offense, a huge uppercut connecting as he manages to get her in the corner, before grabbing her and quickly landing a quick snap suplex, which creates a thud as she lands on the canvas, she arches her back in pain.
Aiello: And just when you thought Townsend was taking control, The Victorian Vigilante bounces back with a snap suplex.
Piven: The Victorian Vigilante is one of the most technical wrestlers on the roster, there's no doubt about it. A technician that has an amazing amount of power for a person his size, uses many moves that would now be considered anachronistic
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Aiello: Where'd you learn that from?
Piven: I do my research!
Whilst Aiello and Piven squabble, Townsend is down by the bottom buckle in the corner of the ring, holding onto the bottom ropes as she attempts to bring herself back up. The Victorian Vigilante goes over to her and holds onto the ropes whilst he stomps on her repeatedly, a sickening series of stomps connecting to the head of Siobhan Townsend, who's head recoils. He then runs to the ropes, rebounds off of them before connecting with a punishing boot to the face of the already downed Townsend.
She rolls onto her back and lies there for a moment before the Victorian Vigilantes jumps up in the air and plants both of his feet on her chest, the maneuver causing a surge of discomfort to spread through the arena as Townsend clutches her chest, shaking her head sideways. He smirks and picks her up, laughing in her face before picking her up and attempting a body slam, she escapes and begins to fight back with punishing forearm shots to the face. One follows another, and another, and another and she now has The Victorian Vigilante on the ropes, Irish whipping him to the opposite ropes, he bounces back only to be greeted by a head scissors takedown by Townsend, and both competitors are back up. The Victorian Vigilante doesn't seem to be too affected as he stalks Townsend who's running towards the ropes, springboarding herself onto the ropes before flying back and turning round to land a clothesline on him. With applause from the audience ensuing afterwards.
Aiello: Townsend is beginning to build some momentum here!
On the outside Dominic Townsend is applauding her, blowing kisses but Siobhan shows little acknowledgement, she's focused on the task in hand. The Victorian Vigilante manages to get back up onto his feet, ducking under a clothesline attempt from Townsend before running to the ropes himself, rebounding off of them and is met with a drop kick from Siobhan Townsend!
Piven: The Requiem with one huge drop kick on The Victorian Vigilante!
Townsend is back up on her feet and is feeding off of the energy from the audience, pacing the ring and embracing the cheers, this is the most acknowledgement she's shown since her time in EWC. And the energy she's absorbing from the audience, seems to just be improving her performance. The Victorian Vigilante is in the middle of the ring and Townsend makes her way over to him...
Aiello: STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
Piven: And the pin!!
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The shoulder of the Victorian Vigilante bursts up to the dismay of Siobhan Townsend who believes she counted three but doesn't waste time to argue with the referee, instead she gets back to work.
The Victorian Vigilante has managed to get back up onto his feet via the ropes in the corner of the ring and has to deal with an impending attack from Siobhan Townsend who is running towards him. He manages to lift her up and over to the apron, walking towards the middle of the ring as he wakes himself up with slaps to his own face. He turns around and flying towards him is Siobhan Townsend! But he manages to catch her on his shoulders!! He smirks as he turns to the audience and begins to spin around on the spot!!
Aiello: Looks like Townsend is going on a ride!!
He continues to spin around, circling and circling and circling before letting go and Siobhan goes flying off of his shoulders and landing hard on the canvas!
Piven: Airplane spin from The Victorian Vigilante!
Aiello: But he's not done there!!
He quickly goes over to her legs and grabs both of them.
Aiello: Oh no! We know what's coming next, this is bad for Townsend!!
And he proceeds to swing...
He swings and swings and swings, elevating her as he done so and at the perfect time, in the perfect moment, he let go of her and once again she went flying landing hard on the canvas, arching her back once again!!
Piven: GIANT SWING FROM THE VICTORIAN VIGILANTE!
Aiello: The head of Siobhan Townsend must be everywhere!
And he hooks her legs..
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Aiello: BUT SHE'S STILL ALIVE!
She kicks out to the displeasure of The Victorian Vigilante but to applause from the audience. The Victorian Vigilante thought he had the match won there and then, and is evidently frustrated as he gets back up to his feet and paces the ring, waiting for Siobhan Townsend to get back up onto her feet.
Once she's up, he pounces almost immediately, getting in behind her and locking her in a sleeper hold!
Aiello: Sleep Victoria is in!
Piven: You mean a sleeper hold?
Aiello: Yes, but that's what double V calls it!
Piven: Double V? I like that.
Siobhan Townsend is undeniably struggling as The Victorian Vigilante tightens his grip and brings her to the centre of the ring, where there's no rope breaks, there's no escape, all she can do is endure! His reasonably massive arms heavily wrapped her with Dominic Townsend banging the apron with his hands.
Aiello: IS SHE GONNA TAP? THE VICTORIAN VIGILANTE HAS THAT SLEEP VICTORIA HOLD PRETTY TIGHT! AND TOWNSEND HAS NOWHERE TO GO!
Piven: She's fading away Joey, Double V has this match won!
The claps on the apron from Dominic are repeated from the audience who join in union to rally on Siobhan Townsend who is beginning to feed off of the energy of the audience, reaching her arms out to the ropes and showing a lot more life as her eyes flare up with rage and all of a sudden, she's able to run backwards towards the ropes and force double V off of her.
Aiello: And she's escaped!
She turns around and ducks under a clothesline attempt, performing her trademark move afterwards known as Eradication (spinning backfist).
Aiello: AND SHE HITS HIM WITH THE ERADICATION!
She quickly hoists herself up onto the top rope..
Positions herself...
Leaps off..
And lands a double foot stomp to the chest of double V!
Aiello: FUNERAL MARCH FROM TOWNSEND!
Piven: AND THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE!
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Stroup: And your winner of the match .... SIOBHAN TOWNSEND!
Aiello: What a fantastic showing by Townsend here tonight. She is proving to be a monster competitor in the EWC and is well on her way here on the BRAWL roster. We'll be right back after these messages folks
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NON TITLE TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
EMMA LOUISE
Vs LATOYA HIXX
Vs TONY SAVAGE (C)
"This Little Girl" by Cady Groves plays…
Jessica Stroup: Introducing the combatants… first from New York City, weighing in at “several pounds of girly goodness” Emma Louise!!!
Emma steps through the curtain. Blows a kiss to the crowd a la Maria and then walks, half dancing to the ring where she slips feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestvly over the top rope.
Jessica Stroup: And introducing her opponent…
“Hardcore Country” by Mickey James hits to a good reaction from he fans…
Jessica Stroup: From Montpelier, Virginia weighing in at 125 pounds… Latoya Hixx!!!
Hixx makes her way to the ring, smiling and pointing out into the crowd as she climbs the ring steps and through the ropes, climbing the turnbuckle pointing out into the crowd.
Jessica Stroup: And finally, her opponent…
“Easy Rider” by Action Bronson hits as the roar of a Harley Davidson Fat Boy tuned to perfection, which Tony revs up before he cruises down the entrance ramp.
Jessica Stroup: From Atlantic City, N.J., via Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 245 lbs....EWC's official bail bondsman....The Atlanta Falcon....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: This has the potential to steel the show tonight Jeremy.
Piven: Two ladies on one guy? I've seen alot of entertaining movies start that way.
Aiello: Stay focused!
The bell rings as the three of them, each stand in a corner sizing each other up. Hixx kneels over with her hands on her knees, as Emma is squatting in her corner holding the ropes looking down the ring, as Tony Savage stands eyeing both of them. Slowly very slowly they each start to make their way to the center of the ring. Each of them talking trash to each other, no one backing down, as each of them flap their gums at each other. Hixx shoves Savage but he barely moves, and he just laughs. She slaps him across him across the face, sending him over the edge as he grabs her at the throat, but then Emma kicks Savage to the midsection and the two women look at each other as Tony stumbles for a moment, but they waste no time as they both grab him and double suplex him! They pop back up as Savage turns grabbing his back looking up at the two women, as they look at him as if they are about to turn this into a handicapped match. He slowly makes it to his feet, as he looks at them, he eyes them for a moment and then waves for them to bring it on…
Aiello: This could turn into a two on one…
Piven: Many a great porno starts that way.
Aiello: Oh for Christ’s sake Jeremy...
Hixx goes for a collar and elbow tie up but Savage reverses it and throws Hixx back first into the turnbuckle turning around right into Emma who goes for a punch but Savage blocks it and nails her with a chop across the chest sending her down to the mat! Hixx runs toward Savage going for a running bulldog but Savage shoves her off as she spins around into a nasty powerslam from Savage! With Tony down on the mat momentarily Emma wastes no time and mounts him and lands a fury of punches! Tony tries to shove her off and she stumbles back into Hixx who is making it to her feet, and suddenly alliances are over because Hixx grabs Emma by the waste and hits her with a swift German Suplex! Emma rolls out of the ring, and Hixx and Tony both get to their feet, staring each other down for only a moment and then they lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, Savage uses his superior strength and easily slides Hixx into a head lock, and then swiftly raises Hixx over his head and walks her to the ropes and tosses her onto Emma who is just getting up on the outside! They crash to the ground as Savage hits the ropes and just as Emma and Hixx get to their feet, Savage nails a suicide dive through the middle rope! The crowd pops to its feet!!!
Aiello: And Savage takes both ladies down!
Piven: I—
Aiello: DON’T START!!!
Savage rolls back in the ring, waving for both ladies to “Bring it”… They both slide in the ring under the bottom rope as Savage hits he ropes, the two women look to for a double clothsline but Savage ducks it, and as they turn around, Savage bounces off the other side and he leaps into the air, and hits a double flying clothsline to both ladies! Savage rolls Hixx out of the way, and then goes to pick up Emma but Emma curls Savage down into a small package!!!
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TH— Kickout!!!
Aiello: Emma almost caught Tony sleeping!!!
Piven: I know what you’re going to say but…
Aiello: No, Jeremy… No
Piven: I’m just sayin…
Savage kicks out looking almost shocked, catching his breath… as he gets to his feet, Emma grabs him from behind and hits a backstabber!!! Just as Emma is getting back up Hixx jumps off the top turnbuckle and nails a missile dropkick! Hixx jumps back to her feet screaming out in an adrenalin rush as the crowd pops right along with her! But Hixx wants to get her some of Savage, she picks him up and he hits a couple of elbows to the mid section, and as Hixx stumbles back a couple steps she shoves Savage away and hits a ROUNDHOUSE KICK to Savage knocking him down like a ton of bricks! Emma sprints at Hixx and takes her down with a spear to the mid section! She grabs Hixx by the hair and slams her head down into the mat over and over again! She pops up into Savage who spins her around but Savage is met with a boot to the midsection and a DDT for his trouble! Savage rolls outside, as Hixx walks up from behind Emma grabbing her by the back of her head, and then swinging her around by her hair and releasing her sending her across the ring! Hixx walks over and stands on Emma’s hair grabbing her hands yanking her up as Emma screams in pain! She lets go for only a moment and then repeats it again. Hixx switches sides, and grabs her ankle and turns her over into a single leg Boston Crab! She sits down and locks it in tight! But she is too close to the ropes and Emma grabs the bottom rope.
Aiello: Great ring awareness from the relatively inexperienced Emma Louise.
Piven: Inexperienced in what?
Aiello: Jeremy, if you don’t stop at the end of this show, my report will reflect that your conduct has been unbecoming!
Piven: Sheesh…
Savage grabs Emma by the hair and yanks her out of the ring, as she hits the mat with a thump! Savage rolls in the ring, and Hixx goes to pick up Savage but he takes her down to the mat with a waist lock, she hits some hammer punches to the back of his head but Savage reach back and hook her legs and lift her up into a modified seated powerbomb! Savage backs up into the far corner, waiting for Hixx to stand up, and then he runs looking for a superman punch! But Emma pulls Hixx out of the ring before he can connect! Hixx and Emma exchange punches on the outside, as Savage climbs the turnbuckle measuring the two women, he leaps but both women move out of the way and Savage hits the mat with a sickening THUD! Hixx picks up Savage and Emma stops Hixx for just a moment as the two speak to each other, they both nod and Emma slides in the ring, climbing to the top rope… Hixx lifts Savage and POWERBOMBS Savage onto the steel steps! Immediately followed by a guillotine leg drop onto Savage on the stairs!!! The crowd ERUPTS!!!
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
Aiello: Wow!
Piven: What a savage double team on Savage!
Aiello: Jeremy!
Piven: What??? I didn’t do nothin that time!
Aiello: Oh… Well nevermind then
Savage rolls to the arena floor and the two women look at each other and slap hands, a show of respect from the two, and they slide in the ring, and circle each other. They hook up in the middle of the ring, and jockey for position, both of them struggling to get the advantage, until Hixx hits a knee to the mid section and then hooks Emma for a suplex and then holds her up there for a Vertical Suplex! The crowd counts on as Hixx holds Emma straight up in the air, when the crowd gets to fifteen, she falls back and crashes Emma down to the mat, as Emma clutches her back. She picks up Emma again and sends her for a ride into the corner turnbuckle! Emma hits the corner, but catches Hixx with a boot to the face! Hixx stumbles out of the corner, as Emma hops up on the second rope and jumps at Hixx who catches her and then throws her over head with a belly to belly suplex! Hixx nips up to her feet, and hits the ropes and goes for a clothsline but Emma ducks it, she hits the opposite side and they meet in the center and they both hit a clothsline to the other and they both go down!!! Savage slowly makes his way into the ring, as the women begin to stir… Emma makes it to her feet and turns around right into Savage who hits DEAD TO RIGHTS!!!
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She picks up Savage and signals for her own DDT finisher but Savage fights her off, but Hixx kicks Savage right between the uprights! As the ref was checking on Emma! Savage falls to his knees, and Emma steps right behind him and hits a reverse DDT to Savage!!! Hixx runs at Emma looking for a clothsline but Emma ducks it and locks in the “HLA” FRONT FACE SLEEPER!!! The crowd pops! As savage holds his head in the corner as Hixx begins to slowly fade falling to one knee! She’s struggling trying not fade away, but the more she fights it the tighter it locks in, as she falls to her knees and goes limp! The ref checks her raising her hand!
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The ref raises her hand one more time!
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Hixx collapses in the ring, totally out of it, Emma stands up stunned and gets nailed with the CARDIAC ARREST!!! But before she drops Savage grabs her and hits DEAD TO RIGHTS!!! Cover!!!
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Aiello: Savage has done it! And a double dose from Savage put down Emma Louise!
Piven: She had a double dose of Savage in her… Double dose…
Aiello: Yes she did and—
Piven: *Snickers*
Aiello: You’re unbelievable…
Savage grabs his belt, as the ref raises his hand in victory, as the women start to stir in the ring.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… TONY SAVAGE!!!
Aiello: The International Champion picks up the victory here tonight against two very promising women in the EWC. Tony continues his impressive streak, now with back to back wins including his excellent showing at StrangleMania. We will be back with tonight's Main Event ... just after this message from one of our sponsors
NON TITLE - HARDCORE RULES MATCH
MARK STORM
Vs HARLOW KINSLEY (C)
The lights in the arena begin to dim and the EWC audience rise to their feet, as the nostalgic melody of "Paradise Circus" by Massive Attack begins to play through the PA speakers. Smoke begins to rise from the stage and the audience begin to applaud, as emerging from the clouded mist is the self proclaimed spokesman of a generation - Mark Storm, who stands tall at the top of the entrance ramp. A smile is plastered on his face as he marvels at the scenery, embracing all the cheers as he close his eyes and widens his arms before coming down the ramp.
Aiello: It's Main Event time, and we've got a potential bloodbath on our hands. Harlow Kinsley, EWC's Poisonous Nurse Practioner, will be facing off against former World Heavyweight Champion and Brawl's newest acquisition, Mark Storm.
Piven: All I know is, after the match, the cleaning crew's gonna need a shitload of bleach. Probably some of that sawdust shit they used in school when kids threw up, as well.
As Jessica is about to announce Storm, from under the ring, Nurse Kinsley comes slinking out, holding a Styrofoam cooler in her hands. She slides into the ring, opens the lid, and as Jessica barely sidesteps out of the way in terror, Mark just gets into the ring, when Kinsley throws the contents of said cooler into Mark's face, and what's inside? A few of THESE bad boys....
Piven: *spills his drink* WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE THINGS!?
Aiello: My guess; some of the biggest centipedes I've every seen in my life!!
The agitate centipedes start biting Mark mercilessly across his face and arms as he tries to pull them off. Kinsley cackles maniacally and the ref, all he can do is admonish her verbally as she slides back out of the ring, goes to the front row, and rips a walker out from under an elderly fan's grasp, even going as far as kicking the old dude in the ribs before she goes back into the ring. Mark, in the meanwhile, has pulled the bugs off him, but his face is now reddened and swelling severely. Harlow smashes the walker on top of Mark's head, then again, and again. The walker is bent beyond repair, and Mark is floored, howling in pain with blood trickling down his face.
Aiello: In all my years of broadcasting sports and wrestling, I've never seen an attack so....*yeesh*...creepy!
Piven: That reminds me; I've gotta call the exterminator. Those fucking termites are back in my garage.
Kinsely stomps on Storm repeatedly, and across multiple body parts. She waits for Storm to get back on his feet, then leaps onto the second rope and connects with a Triangle Dropkick, knocking Mark out of the ring. Mark's face is now dark red and puffy, and Kinsley slips out of the ring and pulls a steel chair from under the ring. She starts taunting Storm as he slowly gets up, banging the chair against the guard-rail, but, as she's about to bring the chair down on his head, Storm lands a vicious uppercut, well, right in a spot her gynecologist is familiar with!
Piven; Mayweathered her so hard in the meat curtains, her kids are gonna be born with knuckle prints in their foreheads!
Aiello: Real class act, Jeremy! *rolls his eyes*
Kinsley is doubled over. Mark regains his wits, grabs the chair, and jams the edge of the steel chair into Kinsley's throat. She drops to both knees, letting out a horrible gasping noise. Storm raises the chair above his head, and....
*CRACK*
Bashes Kinsley so hard in the top of her skull, her eyes roll to the back of her head before she falls face first onto the ground. Strom with the cover...
1......2.....KICKOUT BY KINSLEY!!
Aiello: She manages to kick out, despite Storm's best attempt to literally hammer her into the floor like a roofing nail.
Storm is frustrated for a moment, then, composes himself. The sweat running down his face is aggravating the swelling, and even though the match is just a few minutes in, it looks like he's already spent 12 rounds getting his faced worked like a speed bag.
Piven: How bad is that centipede toxin to people, JoJo.
Aiello: From what I've been reading on Wikipedia; although not lethal to humans generally, centipede toxin can cause chills, fever, massive swelling, and potentially anaphylaxis.
Piven: So, in other words, Storm's gonna look like Kanye West after the car wreck until he gets medical attention.
Aiello; JEREMY!! Don't mention his name...
It's like Candyman; say his name too many times, and he'll show up, looking to borrow money to design skirts for walruses, or something equally ridiculous!
Storm drags Harlow up the ramp by her hair, giving her a few punches to the back of the head for good measure. He gets behind her, locks his arms around her waist, and tries a german suplex, but...
Harlow lands on her feet, although a bit awkwardly, and when Storm turns around, Kinsley boots him in the midsection, followed by a falling scissor kick Cover by Kinsley...
1....2....KICKOUT BY STORM!!
Kinsley starts shrieking at the ref for "counting slowly", then she shoves her fingers up Storm's noses violently, and drags him behind the curtain into the backstage area. She slams his head into a Pepsi vending machine, and a can of soda falls out of the machine. She grabs the can, thumps Storm in the face with it, then pours the frothy contents into his bite marks; the acid and carbonation causing Storm's wound to flare up!
Piven: Hey, that scene right there would be a great anti-soda ad.
Aiello: Storm's in real trouble right now; his face is swollen beyond belief, and that carbonated drink can't be any good for his wounds!
Even with blood dripping down her face, and a knot on her forehead the size of an egg, Kinsley is bouncing off the walls, laughing and slapping his face. She then climbs on top of the vending machine, sizing him up, before she leaps off the machine. But Storm catches her in midair...
MARK STORM DRIVES HER INT OTHE CONCRETE WITH A SPINEBUSTER, AND BOTH COMPETITORS ARE DOWN!!
HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Aiello: Amazing desperation move by Storm to turn the tables of the match! Kinsley is writhing on the ground like a fish out of water!
Piven: A lot of people accuse Harlow of being spineless; after that impact, if she did have one, it's probably busted now!
It's nearly a minute before anybody gets to their feet, and it's Mark first. He knocks Kinsley back with a forearm shot, then dropkicks her in her wounded back. He drags her down the hallway, in the parking area. He Irish Whips her into a Mercedes-Benz violently, and she falls on her ass, slumped against the luxury sedan. The ref checks on her, asking her if she wants to quit. Mark walks away for a bit, then starts stomping his foot....
He goes to set up a Kick of Life, but Harlow pulls the ref in front of her...
MARK STORM JUST SUPERKICKED THE REF, KNOCKING HIM OUT COLD!!
Aiello: What a low-down move by Kinsley. Storm had her cold, and now, we have no official monitoring the match!
Piven: Really? You're surprised Kinsley cheated? She threw salt in my eyes one day while we were playing Monopoly, like she was Mr. fucking Fuji or something. By the time I washed my eyes out, she somehow ended up owning Park Place and Boardwalk without spending any money!
Storm checks on the ref, while Kinsley staggers her way on the top of a freight truck next to the sedan. She waits for Storm to turn to face her...
Kinsley with a twisting crossbody off the truck trailer! That move devastates both fighters, and the crowd is going nuts...
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Aiello: Both of these wrestlers are a bloody mess! I don't know how much more either competitor can take!
Another several moments of both fighters grounded, until Kinsley stumbles to her feet first. She kicks Storm in the groin, kneeling him. Nurse Kinsley notices the window on the Benz is busted. She reaches in and opens the door. She puts Mark's head next to the doorjam, then...
Kinsley slams the car door on Mark's temple, then again, then again. He falls on his back in a bloody heap, and Kinsley scurries about to try to find a referee!
Piven: And this is why I don't bring my own car to work....*pointing at the fucked up Mercedes!*
There's another ref running to the parking lot; Kinsley screams at him to get his ass moving. At this point, there's an ambulance that just pulled up into the parking garage, and EMT's are on standby. Looking to end the match, Kinsley attempts to lock in PARESTESIA, but Storm slips out of the lock. He stuns Kinsley with a jawbreaker, then connects with a superkick flush in the chin. Cover by Storm...
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Aiello: So...close! I knew this match would be violent, but this is just insane!
Piven: This is a straight up madhouse; both Kinsley and Storm are looking like they just rolled around on the floor of a slaughterhouse. If this shit keeps up, somebody could be DEAD by the end of the night!
Storm is on his feet, but his face says it all. It's bloody and swollen, and he seems extremely disoriented. Harlow is prone on her back, the EMT's just a few steps away from her. Another EMT is checking on Mark...
EMT: Sir, are you okay? You're suffering from an extreme reaction.....
Mark tries to mumble something, but since his lips are the size of eggrolls right now, his speech is badly slurred. The fans, watching this on the giant screen now, are on their feet....
THIS IS HARDCORE!!
THIS IS HARDCORE!!
THIS IS HARDCORE!!
At this point, Kinsley is dragging herself over to the ambulance about 20 feet away from Storm. Mark is arguing (we assume; right now he's in la-la land, and he sounds like Dusty Rhodes trying to cut a promo with a mouth full of Novocane.) After a few more moments of jabbering with the emergency worker, he notices Kinsley crawling towards the ambulance. He slowly lurches his way over to try to finish off Nurse Kinsley before she can reach the back of the van. Kinsley, out of sheer instinct, shoves an EMT right into Storm, forcing him to stumble back for a bit, and he falls down, trying to get up. She grabs a machine out of the ambulance, and turns it on....
Aiello: Oh dear God, is that....
Piven: Yup; she's tuning up old Sparky.
A DEFIBRILLATOR!!
Piven: She's gonna light up Mark like a Christmas tree!
Mark struggles to his feet, and shoves his way past the crowd gathering in the parking garage. Kinsley's back is turned to him; he goes to grab her by the shoulders, but Kinsley back kicks him in the testicles. Storm recoils in pain, and cackling through bloodied teeth, she rubs the paddles together, causing sparks to fly.....
Kinsley: CLEAAAAAR!!
Aiello: NOOOOOOOOO!
BZZAP!! The force of the shock sends Storm flying back several feet, and he lands, convulsing on the ground. Kinsley limply drops on top of Storm. Cover...
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Stroup: Your winner....via pinfall....NURSE HARLOW KINSLEY!!
Once the final bell has rung, both Storm and Kinsley are nearly lifeless heaps of busted flesh on the concrete. EMT's begin checking on both competitors; even Mac is now in the garage, checking on the condition of both wrestlers. Joe Aiello is ghostly white at this point.
Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, in nearly 19 years of broadcasting wrestling, I've seen very few matches on the level of sheer craziness and violence as I've seen tonight. God help any doctor who has to determine if either of these two can be medically cleared to fight for a considerable amount of time.
Piven: Sheer carnage, JoJo; sheer carnage! And the scary part is, this may only be the beginning of a far deadlier war between these two.
The EMT's beging to load both Kinsley and Storm into separate ambulances, and many of the fans shown on camera are gasping in horror and concern.
Aiello: We'll have more on the conditions of both Mark Storm and Harlow Kinsley as details become available. In the meantime...*shakes his head*....let's just hope the news isn't as bad as I think it is! Thank you for tuning in - we will see you next week!
© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 1997 - 2016
END SCREEN
MATCH WRITING CREDITS
MATCH 1 - LUKE WOLFE
MATCH 2 - LUKE WOLFE
MATCH 3 - MARK STORM
MATCH 4 - LUKE WOLFE
MATCH 5 - TONY SAVAGE
RECAP OF WINNERS
BOB GRENIER Vs BOB LOBLAW
WINNER: Bob Loblaw
AXLE AOMORI
Vs JOE KERR
WINNER: Axle Aomori
SIOBHAN TOWNSEND
Vs VICTORIAN VIGILANTE
WINNER: Siobhan Townsend
NON TITLE TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
EMMA LOUISE Vs LATOYA HIXX Vs TONY SAVAGE (C)
WINNER: Tony Savage
NON TITLE - HARDCORE RULES MATCH
MARK STORM Vs HARLOW KINSLEY (C)
WINNER: Harlow Kinsley
© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2016
