HARDCORE REVOLUTION '19
Jun 3, 2019 17:04:14 GMT -6
President Mac, Kenneth Williams™, and 10 more like this
Post by FN'R on Jun 3, 2019 17:04:14 GMT -6
WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
HARDCORE REVOLUTION
19'
Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony and Dr. Pepper19'
Harccore Revolution 2019
June 3RD 2019
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Phillip Loydson
Announcer: Nina Dobrev
Senior Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
Referees: John Dean & Niklaus Forbes
Announcer: Nina Dobrev
Senior Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
Referees: John Dean & Niklaus Forbes
"Rose Tattoo" by Dropkick Murphys begins to blast throughout Croke Park in Dublin, Ireland.
Video footage detailing historic events over the EWC's Twenty One year history.
From March 1997 all the way down to the most recent episodes of Monday Night Brawl, Friday Night Rampage, Future Stars of Wrestling and EWC Prime!
Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Danny Mac and Steve "The Predator" 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, The Rev, Drake, Xplode, Luke Wolfe, Natalie Young and then Candy all with the EWC Championship.
This is followed by highlights of showcasing current EWC Champions:
DOMINIC SANDERS
CYRUS BLACK
ACE KING
CURTIS MARS
STITCHES THE CLOWN
KILLJOY ITO
JORDAN SHARPE
SHOCK & AWE
DOMINIC SANDERS
CYRUS BLACK
ACE KING
CURTIS MARS
STITCHES THE CLOWN
KILLJOY ITO
JORDAN SHARPE
SHOCK & AWE
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy in Ireland is breathtaking as the crowd is absolutely electrifying in their uproar of cheers.
Spotlights circle around the dome as the thousands of fans in attendance are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans back out showing a full-scale view of the jam-packed stadium and zooms in on some crazy fans. The crowd is rowdy, chanting the company's namesake at such a loud volume that it's a wonder that the music can be heard at all.
EWC
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Fireworks emit outside the building and then all around the ring while a fog machine covers the arena in a crimson red haze! Fans stand up, pumping their fists and raising signs as the camera feed pans to each one of them. One last round of fireworks blast out now, and we turn our attention to Joe Aiello and Phillip Loydson.
Aiello: Hello and welcome to one of the biggest events of the year, its time for the stars of BRAWL and RAMPAGE to kick some ass... its Hardcore Revolution!
Loydson: What an absolutely boring show this will be. Yay, blood. yawn.
Aiello: Now that's no way to act, it's time to get hyped. We've got THREE title matches tonight Phil. All starting with Curtis Mars defending his X-Division Championship against former TV Champion Kendrick Kross. And then immediately afterwards there will be an eleven person battle royal to determine the next #1 contender.
Loydson: Is that supposed to impress me? No, tonight is going to suck! Especially when the second title match of the evening is ReBelle potentially getting their grubby hands on the tag titles. I might quit the EWC and move to Mexico after tonight!
Aiello: That's right, its a tag team street fight! And after that Its Cyrus Black defending his International Championship against the former champion, Iggy Swango in a NO DQ Submissions Match.
Loydson: The only thing I care about is the greatest of all time Dominic Sanders is in action vs a close second Luke Wolfe
Aiello: That will certainly be one heck of a match. And then the second main event sees Ace King battling an old rival/friend Xavier Reid for Ace's coveted United States Championship. What a sh...
Aiello is cut-off as 'My Way' by Limp Bizkit begins to blast over the PA system
Loydson: Looks like the Acting President himself .. Mr Victor Price is here tonight
Boo's begin to shower down as Victor Price makes his way to the ring
Aiello: Price has certainly been a busy bee since taking over .. he fired the Spartans and started a few Fighter Talk wars .. who knows what he has in store for us tonight
Price stands in the middle of the ring, mic in hand and smirks as the boos get louder
Loydson: Price is getting no respect here tonight ..
Price: Good to see you are already drunk Dublin ..
PRICE YOU
SUCK
PRICE YOU
SUCK
PRICE YOU
SUCK
Price: That's fine .. how about when this ones over .. I take you all to the zoo. I've always wanted to meet your family.
BOOOO!!!
BOOOO!!!
BOOOO!!!
Aiello: Price clear doesn't care about making friends out here tonight
Price: Look .. I'm only here for one reason and one reason only .. Cyrus Black. He decided to try and pick a fight with me .. he's so stupid he couldn’t pour piss out of a boot if the directions were written on the heel.
Price pauses as he laughs at his own joke
Price: Cyrus .. I know you are backstage somewhere .. and I'm here to tell you that the best part of you ran down your mom’s leg. You are nothing to me skid mark. They might have your ugly mug on the Champions Banners .. but you haven't earned a drip of respect from me
Aiello: Not sure its the smartest move for Price to be poking that bear right now
Loydson: What can Cyrus do? Price is the President right now .. would it be worth getting fired over? Price know's what he's doing
Price: Lets just say Cyrus .. the last time I saw something like you, I flushed it.
Suddenly the lights dim and ‘like a prayer’ by Madonna hits over the PA system and Cyrus Black comes walking out, he walks straight down the ramp towards the ring as the fans cheer and chant his name.
Aiello: Oh my here comes the International champion! And he’s heading straight for Victor Price. Business has picked up.
Loydson: This idiot better watch himself, like I said one wrong word comes out of his mouth and Victor will fire him on the spot or worse.
Cyrus climbs into the ring and looks Victor up and down with a smirk on his face. Cyrus circles Victor, looking out at all sides of the crowd, he plays up to the fans before being handed a mic himself.
Cyrus: You just came out here to laugh at your own jokes did you... that’s kinda pathetic...
CYRUS BLACK!!!
CYRUS BLACK!!!
CYRUS BLACK!!!
Cyrus waits for the fans to stop chanting his name which takes a minute, much to the annoyance of Victor Price.
Cyrus: Sooo you’re saying I picked a fight with you? Did I? Did I really? I think what actually happened was you publicly fired two innocent people and acted like a jackass about it... and then you addressed the EWC nation which I’m apart of by the way, and you told us to respect two men who quite frankly don’t have respect for anyone else. I mean Vic.. baby.. I’ve already explained all this... why don’t you clean out those big ears on that potato head of yours for once and actually listen.
POTATO HEAD!!!
POTATO HEAD!!!
POTATO HEAD!!!
Cyrus: You can fire me, you can make my life a living hell and yeh alone I don’t think I can win a war against you while you have so much power but what you need to understand is that I don’t give a rats ass... you wanna fire me... do it... you wanna put every obstacle in my way and make my working life a nightmare, go for it... but just know that whenever you act like a scumbag I’ll be the first one to call you out on it. Every time. Oh and one other thing Vic....
Cyrus steps closer to Victor so he’s almost in his face, he stares at him for a moment before raising the mic to his lips.
Cyrus: ....If I wanted to pick a fight with you... you’d know about it... because you’d be on that mat right now coughing up blood while your arm hung out of its socket.
The fans cheer at the thought of Victor Price being a busted open bloody mess
Aiello: Yikes .. Cyrus might have just got himself fired
Price: I'll tell you something right here and right now Cyrus "back from the dead" Black .. I wish I could fire you right here and right now .. I wish I could rip up your contract which is in my back pocket right now .. unfortunately .. while your name is hanging on that Champions Row banner .. I can't .. my hands are tied ..
Price smirks and Cyrus smiles from ear to ear at this news
Price: Should you lose tonight though .. the very second that happens ..
Price smirks
Price: Tell me Cyrus .. are you ready to fail like your dad’s condom? If genius skips a generation, your children will be brilliant. Taking me on .. son .. I can explain it to you, but I can’t understand it for you. This isn't a winnable situation for you right now. I don't care how many of these drunken morons backs your every word right now .. they will all turn when they sober up and realize what in the hell they are cheering on right now .. you are the stone in the shoes of humanity.
Cyrus turns away and smiles while he looks out across the arena into the sea of fans.
Cyrus: You know what Vic... if that’s what you gotta do man... do it... I love a challenge. Every day that I’ve got this International Championship is another day that your chubby sweaty sausage fingers can’t go near my contract. And that makes me happy... in fact that gives me even more motivation to keep winning. Who knows.. maybe I’ll knock your boy Dominic Sanders on his ass for a third time and take the big one from him in the process. That would really piss you off wouldn’t it.... can you imagine it... CYRUS BLACK.... THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPION....
Cyrus smiles as the Irish fans give this a loud cheer.
Cyrus: So just know that you ain’t gettin rid me. So give me everything you got ... and keep that contract safe for me.... because don’t forget one day the legend and the real boss Mac is gonna be back, then you’ll be out on your ass... again. And when that happens I’ll be there with a smile on my face to wave you goodbye...
The crowd cheer this and a Mac chant starts up.
MAC!!!
MAC!!!
MAC!!!
A flustered Price tries to get the Dublin fans to stop chanting, only to be interrupted by...
“THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!”
Aiello: Things are about to get really interesting now!
Loydson: How? He’s the opposite of the Dos Equis Guy, trust me.
Aiello: Stay thirsty for attention, my friend.
Lemmy’s guttural vocals resonate especially well with the Dublin fans, who predictably go crazy as United States Champion Ace King makes his way out to the stage with a microphone in hand.
Victor Price: Oh great, an All-American turd!
‘Ace of Spades’ continues to play as Ace’s eyes scan the boisterous Irish crowd, and a small smirk crosses his face as he calmly walks down the ramp, microphone raised to his mouth as he adjusts the United States Championship on his shoulder.
ACE!
ACE!
ACE!
Ace King: And here I was thinking Cyrus was still knee-deep into his bender, but then I basically heard him call you the genital wart on the nutsack of EWC’s existence, and I know I know he is… After all, and these fine Irish people would know, the truth always comes out when you’re drunk.
Price doesn’t look amused as Ace climbs into the ring, the crowd firmly behind the United States Champion as he stands by Cyrus, who both stare down the acting EWC President. With a nod to the International Champion, Ace steps forward to stare Price down.
Ace King: Now, I should probably be in the back getting set for the kind of war you could never comprehend, but then you started running your mouth the way you always do, and I couldn’t stay silent any longer. I’m not sure what it is with Presidents spewing incoherent horseshit these days, but already, I’ve had about enough… Nice colour contacts, though.
The crowd cheers boisterously again as Ace narrows the gap between himself and the smug Price, who’s trash talking the United States Champion; the words ‘You wanna be on the unemployment line too?’ get picked up just off the mic, but Ace simply raises an eyebrow as he looks Price up and down.
Ace King: Wait, my mistake, your eyes are actually that special shade of brown…
The United States Champion nearly gets nose-to-nose with Price, raising the mic to the side of his mouth as he narrows his eyes.
Ace King: You know… The shade where you can’t hide the fact that you’re so full of shit you couldn’t spot talent and integrity if it was staring you right in the face.
Price’s eyes go wide as Ace stands his ground, the Dublin crowd firmly voicing its support for the two Champions in the ring. ‘The Gambler’ takes a moment to look back at Cyrus, a wry smirk on his face.
Ace King: Now, Cyrus, I’m sure I’ll circle back to what you were saying about the Undisputed Championship at some point, so you can spare me the whole ‘I deserve an opportunity more than you’ spiel, because even though Coconut Boy over here will try and suggest otherwise, we’re on the same side… The side willing to dig in and stand up for what’s right.
The crowd pops again as Ace gives Cyrus a nod, then subconsciously extends a fist bump to the International Champion, who isn’t quite sure how to take it as ‘The Gambler’ turns his attention back to Price.
Ace King: Now, because of that little Champion’s Row nugget you mentioned a few minutes ago, I have no problem telling you to your face that you’ve always been a bottom-feeding prick, Price, feeding off the efforts of others to boost your own ego. I’ll let you in on a little secret, Victoria: The day you get kicked to the curb permanently, the celebrations will be, quite literally… Priceless.
Ace doesn’t look intimidated in the slightest as he stares daggers through Price, whose efforts to respond are thwarted by the fans chanting…
VICTORIA’S SECRET!
VICTORIA’S SECRET!
VICTORIA’S SECRET!
Price smirks as the chants continue
Price: Ladies and Gentlemen .. the longest reigning United States Champion of all time .. So tell me Ace .. if I'm Victoria's Secret .. what does that make you? Hmm .. I'd say .. you are kinda like Rapunzel except instead of letting down your hair, you let down everyone in your life .. including these here fans
Price smiles as the fans boo him
Price: Lets be honest here Rapunzel, should the words 'Undisputed Champion' really ever come out of your mouth? At this point You’re impossible to underestimate. If you were an inanimate object, you’d be a participation trophy. Tell me Ace .. does your ass ever get jealous of the shit that comes out of your mouth? Dancing around here pretending you own the world by being .. arguably .. the EWC's second best Champion?
More boos pour down on Price
Price: Tell me Ace .. how the fuck are you the sperm that won? Facts are facts .. and the truth is .. Dominic Sanders has more talent in just one pubic hair then you have in your entire body
Cyrus starts laughing uncontrollably as he leans an elbow on Ace’s shoulder.
Cyrus: Awww man... sorry but seriously Vic... do you hear the worlds that come out of that mouth of yours? Lets be real here for a second... Dominic Sanders is a great champion, no ones denying that.... but what YOU can’t deny Victor....
Cyrus points straight at Victor who eyeballs him. Cyrus then spins around and points out towards the fans.
Cyrus:... and what these beautiful IRISH FANS won’t deny.....
Cyrus turns and faces Ace.
Cyrus:..... and what I certainly won’t deny is that Ace King should be the number one contender to the Undisputed championship...
This gets a huge roar from the crowd as they go wild and start chanting....
YES!
YES!
YES!
Cyrus:....Ohhh it’s damn true. See Ace there won’t be any spiel from me about who deserves a shot at the big one... I will get my chance soon enough but YOU are the rightful number one contender in my eyes....in all the boys and girls in the backs eyes... in all these fans eyes.... for what you’ve done with that United States Championship for over five hundred days... and for the effort and determination and sheer work rate that you give the EWC time and time again... I’ll reiterate... no one deserves that shot more than you.
The fans again cheer and chant Aces name as Cyrus turns again to Victor who has an amused look on his face.
Cyrus: That leads me back to you chrome dome... see this is the whole reason we’re out here right... cause you’re in charge now and you’re running your mouth, telling us and everyone else what we should do and who we should respect... when YOU don’t respect any of us and you don’t respect these fans and you certainly don’t respect the EWC... and you’ll make life difficult for me for sure and while you’re in the charge you’ll no doubt try and stop the whole world from seeing the match we wanna see... Dominic versus Ace for the big one... but you’ll never ever stop myself or Ace from standing up for the EWC... because we won’t let you turn this place into a joke... not this time...
"SO I PICK THE WORLD UP AND I'MA DROP IT ON YOUR FUCKING HEAD!"
"Drop the World" begins playing and the crowd erupts in boos as Dominic Sanders steps out onto the stage.
Aiello: Well, what do ya know? Here comes Dominic Sanders.
Loydson: It's Dominic!
Sanders raises a microphone to his mouth, but can't get a word out since the crowd is getting after his ass.
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
Sanders smirks as the music fades and he shouts over the crowd.
Sanders: You know I couldn't help but hear my name being mentioned over and over and over again. I figured if you're all going to speak my name, why not do it to my face?
Sanders slowly starts to walk down the ramp as he speaks.
Sanders: With all due respect, Victor Price, I don't need you to sit there and jerk me off about how good I am. That's Cyrus' mother's job.
The crowd lets out an "OOOOOH" as Sanders steps up onto the ring steps.
Sanders: Now, I'm not here to pick a fight with either of these men. I'm not here to talk shit to either of them as well. The fact of the matter is that I've never beaten either one of you in a standard match. Cyrus holds two over my head and Ace, you've got one for yourself.
Sanders steps through the ropes and into the ring.
Sanders: BUT... at the end of the day I have what both of you want and that is the EWC Undisputed Championship. And it just eats away at both of you because you've both beaten me and know that you CAN be better than me, but neither of you ARE because of this factual piece of hardware on my shoulder.
The crowd boos as Sanders smacks the Undisputed Championship.
Sanders: And it doesn't matter if you flip a coin. It doesn't matter if you play a game of charades or fight one-on-one. Whichever one of you comes out on top is going to fall to me. Because when THIS is on the line, I DON'T LOSE. And the fact is that neither of you know that... yet. Neither of you know what kind of danger you're truly in when I have something I love... the only thing I love... on the line. I have a great deal of respect for both of you. I really do, whether you believe that or not. But... it doesn't matter if you have had zero attempts at it...
Sanders points at Cyrus Black.
Sanders: ...or if you've failed four times...
Sanders points at Ace King.
Sanders: Your chances of taking THIS away from me are ZERO.
Sanders looks Ace King directly in the eyes.
Sanders: Bet on it.
Aiello: WHAT A HOT way to start the show! We go to a quick word from EWCTV and then its time for Hardcore Revolution!
Aiello: WHAT A HOT way to start the show! We go to a quick word from EWCTV and then its time for Hardcore Revolution!
The fans continue to chant and cheer as we fade out
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SHOW OPENER
NO DQ
KENDRICK KROSS
Vs. CURTIS MARS
We return to ringside where Aiello and Loydson are set to call the first match of the night.
Aiello: And now it is time for our first match of the night; Kendrick Kross going one on one against Curtis Mars in a No Disqualification match for the X-Division Championship!
Loydson: Yeah, if Mars even shows up. This kid has been MIA for weeks and everyone has been looking for him!
3 seconds guitar intro plays before the first line of the Chorus 'ONE MINUTE YOU'RE ON TOP!
At the word top red Pyro shoot straight up from the stage.
Dobrev: The following match is a No Disqualification match for the X-Division championship! Joining us first, from Chelsea London, weighing at 215 Pounds ... KENDRICK KROSS!
Aiello: Kendrick Kross is focused and ready; He earned this opportunity by defeating Damage and Darius in a triple threat match on Brawl!
Loydson: He may be lucky, I don't think Mars will show, thus giving Kross the victory via forfeit!
Pyros hit and "Smile" by Frank Sinatra begins to blast through the arena sound system. The lights flash and a platform begins to be raised in the side of the stage. As the stage itself is filled with smoke, knelt down on one knee is Curtis Mars in the center of the rising platform. He uses his hand to hold up his head and as the platform raises higher, he slowly lifts his head up and there is an odd smile on his face. Once the platform stops, Curtis leaps into the air, lands with his arms spread out wide and lets out a loud scream of excitement. He looks to the fans, then eyes the ring excitedly smirking.
Dobrev: and his opponent, making his way to the ring, hailing from Oymyakon, Russia! He stands at 6'0" and weighing in at 205 LBS He is 'The Warden Of Extreme' and the X-Division Champion ... CURTIS MARS!
Once to the ring, Curtis jumps up onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope and uses it to spring himself up and over landing on his feet, but rolling to the center. Stopping his roll on one knee, his arms out screaming in excitement again. Curtis then stands up, circles into his corner and rocks back and forth rolling his wrists waiting for his match to begin with his chin down to his chest smiling ear to ear.
Aiello: After weeks of no contact, Curtis Mars makes his way back to the ring with the X-Division championship strapped around his waist! Maybe we can get some answers after the match!? But for now; let's get it on!
DING DING DING
Mars and Kross begin to pace around the ring, eyes locked onto one another. Mars almost instantly tries to get into Kross' head by sending out a few feinted kicks, but Kross doesn't fall for them. Both men then lunge forward and lock up in the center of the ring, strength equally matched, but Mars is the first to get an advantage, eventually pulling himself around behind Kross, then locking in his arms around Kross' waist from behind.Mars hoists Kross up and into the air with a German suplex, but Kross manages to land on his feet. Mars turns to face Kross but is met with a swift pele kick to the side of the head! Mars stumbles back while holding his head, dazed by the kick, but is left with no time to recover as Kross leaps up and connects with a round house kick to Mars' head once again, this time bringing the champ down to the mat! Kross lunges down, covers Mars, and hooks both legs high!
One!
Tw - Mars gets both shoulders up before the referee can count two, then kips up back to his feet, staring down Kross with a wide grin, slowly nodding his head with approval.
Aiello: Kross has the momentum at the moment but Mars hasn't lost a step; just look at that grin! He is loving this!
Loydson: I think Mars is going to play the waiting game here; Let Kross tire himself out, then pick the scraps afterwards!
Both men lock up in the center of the ring once again, but this time Mars drives his knee into Kross' gut, forcing him to double over as he loses his breath. Mars rushes the ropes, rebounds off from them, then hits Mars on the back of the neck with a scissor kick as he is doubled over. Mars then rushes the ropes again, but this time springboards from them and flies at Kross, connecting with a moonsault!
Mars wastes no time getting back to his feet so he can get back on the attack once again, this time laying a few stomps into Kross' torso. Mars then dumps himself out of the ring and begins to search under the apron for a moment. Mars eventually pulls a kendo stick from under the ring with a smile on his face, then rolls back into the ring as Kross begins to get to his feet.
Right as Kross stands tall, Mars goes for a swing to the midsection ... But Kross catches it under his arm as Mars looks on with shock. Kross headbutts Mars, then rips the stick from his grip, spinning it around in his hand for a moment before lashing out with it, striking Mars across the back multiple times, dropping Mars down to a knee!
Aiello: Turnabout is fair play! Mars brought the weapon, now Kross is putting it to good use!
Loydson: It's about time; this is for the X-Division championship! This is Hardcore Revolution! We need more weapons!
Kross continues to slam the stick across Mars' back until it splits into pieces, but Mars manages to stay on a knee as welts form on his back and blood starts to peak out from them. Mars looks up at Kross with a sickening grin, but then Kross connects with a sickening shot to Mars' jaw, knocking him down to the mat with eyes glazed over! Kross drops down to the mat and hooks the leg;
One!
Two!
Mars gets the shoulder up and then grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself away from Kross and down to the arena floor as Kross looks to the referee confused. Kross then sees Mars is no longer in the ring, so he makes his way to the ropes and begins to exit, but then Mars leaps up and smashes a metal toolbox against the side of Kross' head, knocking him off from the apron and down to the floor!
Mars leaps onto Kross like a rabid dog, laying multiple shots with clenched fists into the side of Kross' head, before then grabbing Kross by the back of the head and throwing him face first into the ring steps! Mars holds Kross' head against the steps for a moment, then drives his knee into back of Kross' head, slamming his face between the knee and the cold steel!
Aiello: My god! What a sickening thud!
Loydson: Yeah, Kross is out. He ain't waking up after that one.
Mars picks Kross up and tosses him back into the ring, but then Mars reaches under the ring once again and pulls a table from underneath. He slides it into the ring and then slides in after, picking the table up and leaning it against a turnbuckle neatly. He then turns and looks to Kross with a smile as Kross is getting back to his feet.
Mars reaches down to pick Kross up, but Kross takes Mars down with a tackle and rolls under the ropes with him, bringing both men back to the outside! Kross drives his elbow into Mars' face a few times, then picks up the tool box and slams it into Mars' forehead, thus busting him wide open!
Kross then opens the box, takes a wrench out from it, then drives it right into the open wound on Mars' head, thus opening it even more while bringing Mars down to the floor! Kross takes the box and lays it over Mars' head, then climbs up onto the announcers table. Kross looks down at the X-Division championship, then leaps off the table and attempts to curb stomp the box into Mars' skull, but Mars instead chucks the box up at Kross, smashing it into his face as he comes down from the table, knocking him mid air and causing him to fall to the floor next to Mars!
Aiello: Oh my god! That tool box nearly went through Kross' skull!
Loydson: These two are killing each other!
Both men take a moment on the floor before getting to their knees, blood now pouring down Kross' face as well. Mars smiles through the crimson mask, but then Kross delivers an uppercut to his jaw, knocking the smile off of his face! Mars retaliates with a stiff right hook of his own, and then a headbutt to Kross! Both men continue to trade blows as they stand, but then Kross kicks Mars in the gut and whips him to the ring. Mars slides under the rope and to the center of the ring as Kross follows in behind him.
They both circle the ring once more, but then Kross is the first to strike, landing more stiff rights to Mars before Mars is able to retaliate. Kross then whips Mars at the corner chest first, quickly following up with a leaping knee right into Mars' spine! Kross takes a few steps back and turns to run to the opposite turnbuckle ...
But then from out of no where, Darius lunges into frame and spears Kross in the center of the ring!
Aiello: Wait what the hell?! What is Darius doing here?! He had his chance and he lost!
Loydson: Looks like you've got a sore loser on your hands!
The crowd rains boos down at Darius as he stands tall over Kross in the center of the ring, a smile on his face. Mars turns and leans against the turnbuckle with a confused look on his face, asking Darius what he is doing. Darius shrugs at Mars and simply says you're welcome before starting to laugh loudly.
Mars' look of confusion turns to a look of frustration, and then he starts to approach Darius, but Darius then lunges out at Mars, kicking him in the groin, and then whipping him into the table in the corner. Darius rushes at Mars and throws himself into him, spearing Mars through the table! Darius doesn't stop there, however, as he holds onto Mars tightly, slamming his fists down into Mars' face over and over again. Darius then rolls away and out of the ring, lifts the apron, and pulls his baseball bat from underneath, which is now wrapped with barbed wire. Darius rolls back into the ring as Kross starts to get to his feet, so Darius slams the bat down onto Kross' back, bringing him back down to the mat.
Darius then looks to Mars as he pulls himself up with the rope, snarling at Darius as he does. Darius spits in Mars' direction, then swings the bat down at Mars' forehead, connecting with a sickening thud and tearing his skin more than it already was! Darius then lays the bat onto the mat, grabs Mars by the hair, and lays his forehead onto the barbed wire. Darius then leaps up and plants his foot into the back of Mars' head, crushing his forehead into the barbed wire with a sickening curb stomp!
Darius looks over at Kross with a grin as he gets to his feet once again, charging at Darius with furious intent, but Darius bails out of the ring before he is able to reach him. Kross leans over the ropes, yelling for Darius to come back, but Darius walks up the ramp and watches from afar.
Kross then looks down at Mars as he begins to stir, blood pouring from his forehead. Kross then rushes forward, leaps high into the air, and then slams his foot down onto the back of Mars' head, hitting Mars with a second curb stomp! Kross then rolls Mars onto his back and hooks both legs;
One!
Two!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Dobrev: Here is your winner and the NEW EWC X-Division champion ... KENDRICK KROSS!
Kross collapses onto his back, breathing hard as the referee lays the X-Division championship across his chest. Kross sits up with the championship, clutching it tightly as the referee checks on Mars, who hasn't moved since the second curb stomp.
Aiello: What a brutal and amazing match, it's just shameful that Darius had to get involved.
Loydson: Don't let that spoil anything, we got blood AND weapons, that is what this division is all about anyway!
A bloody Kendrick holds his newly won X-Division Championship in his hand looking at it a smirk crossing his face. He throws it over his shoulder before slowly walking over towards the side of the ring grabbing a microphone and proceeding back to the middle, his newly won title still resting on his right shoulder.
Kross: It’s about damn time, I haven’t held a damn title in a year and a half. That was the Television Championship this though? The X-Division Championship? This is a damn new breed all in itself and oh did I prove that tonight.
Kendrick still has the smirk on his face as he looks down at the title and adjusts it so it is firmly resting on his shoulder once again.
Kross: That punk I just beat was nowhere near the embodiment nor was he worth holding the title that I won’t let go. When it comes to hardcore matches we all know exactly how good I am.
Laughs are heard from the crowd after the last statement, clearly frustrating the new X-Division Champion. He takes a long deep breath looking out at the crowd.
Kross: Go ahead and laugh, see if I give a damn. I’ve been through hell and have given this company my all and it’s paying off. You don’t like it tough shit, deal with it. Kendrick Kross is your X-Division Champion and it will stay that way for a long long time and I am planning on keeping my eye on this upcoming Battle Royal, to see who exactly I will be facing in my first ever title defense. No matter what show it is on this title is staying with me. Unlike Curtis Mars I plan on facing all contenders, I won’t run away and hide like he did just to get beat down on this bloody night.
Kendrick flips the title off of his right shoulder and flips it onto his left. He wipes away blood that has dripped into his eyes.
Kross: It doesn’t matter who the winner of the Battle Royal is. I’m looking forward to facing the winner and I do have a few people I hope it is, just so I can teach them a lesson. I won’t exactly reveal who they are because it’d just be stupid of me. Understand this though, this X-Division Title is something I’ve been chasing since I lost a match for it at last year's Scars and Stripes and now I’ve made up for that loss. This is to everyone in the EWC. You want this title from me? Come get it, though it’s a simple thing of you just have no chance. So you may win the Battle Royal tonight but that’s as close as you’re getting.
Kendrick lets out a wink as he drops the mic, exiting the ring his newly won championship in his right hand... The camera shifts up the ramp to where...
Darius: Yeah, there you go, Kross. Soak that victory in, you did what no one else could do ... You beat Mars.
Darius sarcastically claps while mouthing "Good job!".
Darius: But be honest with yourself and everyone here ... You won because of me, Kross. I gave you that win, if I didn't interfere, you would've fell right into Mars' trap ... Because, like always, you got cocky.
The crowd rains a chorus of boos down at Darius.
Darius: I'm sorry but it's true, it's all part of this long, vicious cycle we're all trapped in. I knew exactly what was going to happen because of one simple fact ...
You are ...
Darius lowers the microphone and looks at the duffel bag. He turns away from the camera with the bag, opening it up and pulling something from within, then straps something to his face. He slowly turns back to the camera, revealing the mask worn by the strange figure in the creepy doll video seen earlier in the week by people all over the globe.
Darius: All the same.
Darius reaches down into the bag again and pulls out the barbed wire bat seen in the video.
Darius: As I said before, you're all the same, carbon copies of one another. Originality is dead, everyone has to be someone else, it's all so predictable ... That is how I knew you needed my help, that is why I knew Mars was about to trap you. Mars had to be stopped. His reign of terror had to come to an end ... And I'm the one that had to do it.
I've been where you are twice and both times, Mars got the best of me because, like the rest of you, I was just another clone doing the same thing as everyone else. No originality to be found, nothing different to offer ... That changes now.
Darius pulls off the mask and tosses it back into the bag.
Darius: I said I was only going to be a fan tonight, said I was going to watch closely ... I lied. Not only did I interfere and help you win ... I also have a match.
Darius holds the bat up and points it at Kross' newly won X-Division championship.
Darius: I'll be entering the battle royal for a shot at that pretty little trinket right there. You've beaten me twice before, Kross, that is true and we all know it ... But that was the manufactured Darius. That was your run of the mill superstar who had nothing special to offer ...
It's time you met the new Darius. The authentic, one of a kind, new breed of superstar. I'll be coming for you and you won't know what to expect anymore. Enjoy your reign while it lasts. I'll see you soon.
Darius drops the microphone, picks up the bag, then walks up the ramp to exit the stage. Kendrick glares at him as he leaves.
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Unknown Figure: Oi! I know I'm late, but I would'a figured I'd been given some proper screen time eh?
A fuzzy picture is seen on the screen, blurring gray and dark, with a silloute of a man holding something in his hand being seen smacking the side of the camera. The voice is scratchy, whiney, and has a bit of an accent to it. It all makes sense when one last good hit brings the picture into play, as one of Brawl's newest signees, SP Rancid, is seen with a beer bottle in hand.
SP Rancid: There we go! You bozos in the back know nothin', I swear! Like my dear ol' father Arthur Perry before me once said, if it ain't workin', a kick only brings on the inevitable! Man or machine!... Or, was it a slap that he was talkin' about? I slapped the camera, so... uh...huh...
Rancid stands there pondering the oh-so odd question, before shrugging and taking a big gulp out of the beer bottle, wiping his face with a big smile.
SP Rancid: Anyway! If this ain't poetic, I don't know what it is! THIS is the Irish Trasher, SP Rancid here! The NASTY MOFO! How appropiate that I, an Irishmen, make my EWC debut in my great grandfather's homeland? The women and booze here is incredible! Nothin' like what we got down in ol' Cambridge! It's got me in quite the fightin' mood! Ever since I was a wee boy, the EWC had been on my TV for years. I'd say it's a dream come true, but I ain't celebratin' nothin' yet! I might got a mighty buzz on right now, but I'll be good and ready to swing my head around after I win tonight's Extreme Battle Royal. I got meself a chance to look at the competition, and I ain't impressed a bit. Not a single one of them has what I have-
He reaches down and clings some unknown objects on the floor, before lifting a pack of 6 beers in each hand!
SP Rancid: AND THAT'S BEER! Beautiful liqour! The drink of the Gods! My key to victory! How're you gonna hurt a man who's numb to it all?! Ahahahaaaa! Throw whatever you got at me, and I'll take it all and still win this whole thing! For The Perry Pub, and, well, hell, I guess for Brawl too! You Rampage geeks are steppin' on what I want! I can imagine it now, a beer in both hands, Black Flag playing on the speakers, everyone layin' in a pool of fire and their own blood and that BEAUTIFUL X-Divison Title around my waist! I want it, and I'll beerboard ANYONE who tries to stop me! AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Rancid cackles like a hyena and scrounges away quickly, presumable to get ready for his match, as the show rolls on.
MATCH TWO
EXTREME BATTLE ROYAL
(WINNER IS #1 CONTENDER TO X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP)
(OPEN TO ALL ON MNB/FN'R WHO AREN'T ALREADY BOOKED)
(BRING YOUR OWN WEAPONS!)
We return to ringside where Boston Bruiser and Sam “The Titaness” Hamilton are both already in the ring.
Aiello: Congrats again to Kendrick Kross on winning the EWC X-Division Title, now we move on to the Extreme Battle Royal to find his first number one contender!
Loydson: A boring affair it’ll be, I’m sure.
Dobrev: The following match is an extreme battle royal and it is for the #1 contendership to the EWC X-Division Championship! Currently in the ring, Boston Bruiser and Sam “The Titaness” Hamilton! Every two minutes another star will enter the match, the only way to win is to throw your opponent over the top rope!
Aiello: Here we go! As you can see Bruiser has himself a baseball bat whereas Sam has a sledgehammer! This is going to be a war!
DING DING DING
With that bell Sam and Bruiser both rushed towards each other, Bruiser took the first swing and Sam was able to duck and send a sledge swing low on Bruiser, but Bruiser jumped! Sam lunged into Bruiser and shoved the big man back but the behemoth rushed forward and threw all of his weight into Sam, knocking the small woman to the ground. Boston brought the bat crashing down on Sam’s left knee once, twi.. No Sam rolled out of the ring just as a gong went off…
DR. PSYCHO!!! Psycho rushes down to the ring, his barbed wire and rusty nail bat ready to swing for the fences! Bruiser stops Psycho with a bigboot just as he enters the ring but Psycho jumps back up with almost blinding speed as he swings his weapon and catches Bruiser’s left leg! Bruiser stumbles back and Psycho swings again, and cuts Bruiser’s head open! HOLY SHIT! Psycho raises the bat again but Bruiser quickly kicks him in the groin before hoisting him up into a jackknife position! Bruiser steps forward and tosses Psycho to the floor, he’s been eliminated! Bruiser’s face is now soaked with blood, but he gets no respite as GONG…
STALKER!!! Stalker rushes to the ring, wielding a barbed wire wrapped lead pipe! In an amazing feat Stalker puts his foot directly onto the apron and then steps directly into the ring before leaping into Bruiser with a bigboot! Bruiser is down, Stalker lifts his pipe and brings it down but Bruiser rolls out of the ring. Sam rolls back in, her fist shining in the lights as she now as brass knuckles as well! Stalker swings but she ducks and lifts into a massive uppercut, knocking the giant to one knee. With another measured strike Sam busts Stalker open! Sam rips the pipe from Stalkers hands and is aiming for the ending blow but Stalker is quick to his feet with Sam on his shoulder as he leaps into the running powerslam! GONG…
STEPHANIE MATSUDA… SHE’S GOT A FUCKING FLASHBANG! Steph is quick to the ring and pops the flashbang right towards Sam and Stalker! There’s a blinding white light as the camera loses focus, when it comes back Steph is using a kendo stick on Bruiser on the outside! Dear god it's carnage as Bruiser’s face is now pouring blood. Steph leaps up onto the apron, onto the ropes, 450 splash onto both Sam and Stalker! GONG…
OCTANE GOWOLSKI! Octane rushes out with a chair, Steph is quick to pull another flashbang and toss it his way but Octane smashes it like a baseball and sends it soaring back! There’s another blinding white light as the camera loses focus… but when it comes back we see Octane smashing Matsuda with the steel chair! Octane turns to lay into Sam but slips on some of Stalker’s blood, there is blood everywhere! On the outside Bruiser is starting to stir, but he falls back onto the barricade, he’s lost so much blood! GONG…
Who is it? Who is it? OH MY GOD, ITS DARIUS! Darius gives a sick smile as he rushes towards Bruiser, barbed wire bat in hand. Darius swings wild overhead and catches Bruiser on the side of the face, knocking the big man down! Darius turns to enter the ring just as Octane launches his chair into the face of Darius! Darius is busted open! Octane quickly slides out of the ring but Darius rushes into him with a Hunter's Mark spear! They are both down! GONG…
Aiello: This has been a bloody war so far, bodies everywhere!
ZOMBIE STEVENS! Zombie runs out, kendo stick in arms! But she’s not alone, SP Rancid and Annabelle are both hot on her heels. They’ve let them all out! SP Rancid has a beer bottle and Annabelle is carrying a bag! Zombie is the first in the ring, she cracks Stalker over his head before checking on Sam. SP Rancid is in! Zombie spins and catches him with the kendo stick right as he launches the beer bottle into her face! Broken glass goes everywhere as she stumbles into SP Rancid! Stalker is back up and angry as he shoves them both over the rope, but suddenly Stalker is gone too! Boston Bruiser is back in this one! But wait, Annabelle is on the apron, she locks on a chokehold! They both fall as Annabelle pulls Bruiser out of the ring as she eliminates him!
Aiello: Rapid fire eliminations now!
Loydson: Sorry, I was asleep.
In the ring Matsuda is beginning to trade blows with Sam, but suddenly Psycho Saoirse is in the ring! She came from the crowd! Psycho knocks Matsuda in the back of her head with the Blackthorn shillelagh before her and Sam both send her crashing to the floor! Octane rolls into the ring and smashes Sam with a chair before eating a Blackthorn shillelagh shot that knocks him to a knee! Psycho goes for another shot but Octane leaps into her with a clothesline that sends both of them crashing to the floor… Eliminated! Sam is getting back to her feet, Annabelle rolls into the ring. Darius slowly gets to his feet on the outside, face all bloody. The FINAL THREE!!! Sam and Annabelle rush each other, Annabelle finally opening her back as she flings thumb tacks into Sam’s face! Darius rolls into the ring and catches Annabelle with a spear that sends Annabelle crashing onto a barbed wire bat, leaving her back busted open. Sam is stumbling around, she prevented any tacks from hitting her eyes but she’s still got some stuck in her face! She begins pulling them out as Darius gets up and rushes towards her, Sam dives out of the way before getting to her feet and rushing into Darius with a huge brass-knuckle assisted right hook! Darius falls over the rope but he catches Sam’s hair! He won’t fall unless she falls! They are struggling, Annebelle is up, she rips the bat from her flesh and then heaves it towards the duo! The bat catches Sam on the back of the head and she loses her footing as they both crash over the top rope! This war is over!
Aiello: HOLY S
Loydson: SHIT!
DING DING DING
Dobrev: And your winner, and NEW #1 Contender to Kendrick Kross’ X-Division Championship… Annabelle!Blood soaks everything in sight, Darius is down, Sam is down, Annabelle is down… This would be a night none of them, nor the other nine competitors, forget about. Medical staff checks in on the stars.
Aiello: All that blood, jesus. They did all that folks for the shot at the X-Division championship!
Loydson: Kendrick Kross, you better watch out!
Aiello: Next up, a match that promises to be equally as brutal… ReBelle finally gets their hands on Shock & Awe. Will they prove their words or be made into liars? Its tag team action, and its next.
Camera cuts to ...
MATCH THREE
TAG TEAM STREET FIGHT
REBELLE
Vs. SHOCK & AWE
Aiello: Well, they’ve been hunting Shock and Awe for weeks, tonight ReBelle get their shot against the champions.
Lloydson: I’m torn… sure I want Rampage to take the gold… but also… dammit does it HAVE to be the vampire cosplay chick and her gay best friend?
Dobrev: The following contest is a Street Fight, and it is for the EWC World Tag Team Championships!
The arena lights go down to just a spotlight on the stage, and the fans give a huge cheer as 'Vogue (Metal Cover)’ by Leon Moracchioli hits the speakers. Initially only Crème de la Crème steps out, dressed in a sequinned and bejewelled army general's outfit, and carrying a flag with the raised fist of the revolution on one side and the rainbow of LGBTQ+ pride on the other. The curtain parts again and the cheers grow even louder as Georgie Nickles and Scorpio step out, flanking Crème. The pair salute to one another before Scorpio struts down the ramp like a catwalk model and Nickles slaps hands with some of the fans. The pair hit the ring together and climb in, meeting in the middle as they stand back-to-back and stare down the camera. They take a corner each and wave the fans, posing for them and pointing out some supportive signs. Finally they re-group in the middle again as Scorpio throws a vogue-like pose as Nickles folds her arms staring down the camera lens. Behind them Crème de la Crème waves the ReBelle flag with vigour before she heads back up the ramp, leaving the challengers to compete.
Dobrev: Please welcome, at a combined weight of 342 lbs, the team of 'The Rebel Child' Georgie Nickles and 'The S-Factor' Scorpio... REBELLE!
Aiello: Well it would be a great way to open LGBT pride month to crown ReBelle as champions. Scorpio and Nickles have been all over the EWC searching for Shock and Awe, and now they get their match.
Loydson: I think Shock and Awe have been playing the measured game… and they’re ready to come right at these two…
Lights go dark, 'Unbreakable" - Of Mice & Men plays and smoke fills the entrance-way. Once the lights come on, they flash red and purple and from the stage rises a platform begins to be raised in the side of the stage. As the stage itself is filled with smoke, knelt down on one knee is Curtis Mars in the center of the rising platform, a bandage around his head and some strapping tape on his chest. He uses his hand to hold up his head and as the platform raises higher, he slowly lifts his head up and there is an odd smile on his face. Once the platform stops, Curtis steps down and throws his arms out, forgoing his usual leap due to the injuries from the X-Division Championship Match. Then, from the back jumps Freya Hobs. She throws her arms back with a yell as the pyros go off. Both Curtis and Freya meet at the center of the stage. They put their foreheads together, Curtis grabs her head and kisses her forehead. Stepping away from one another, smiling, Freya slaps Curtis gently in the face and the two throw their hands back with excitement and let out a loud scream and then smash their forearms together and begin walking down the ramp.
Dobrev: Ladies and gentleman. Now, on their way to the ring at a combined weight of 365 lbs, The EWC World Tag Team Champions… SHOCK & AWE!
The two slide in the ring and play to the fans. They meet in their corner and give each other little pushes, ending with another slap to Curtis's face. The two smile as they wait.
Aiello: Curtis Mars fell to Kendrick Kross earlier tonight, but looking in those eyes he’s fired up and ready to defend those tag titles.
Loydson: Freya’s definitely fighting fit tonight, this is gonna be a close one… remember these two were hardcore legends over in Japan, ReBelle may have bitten off more than they can chew!
On one side of the ring stand Curtis Mars and Freya Hobs, on the other stand Scorpio and Georgie Nickles, the two teams staring one another down. The referee takes the EWC World Tag Team Championships from Shock and Awe and raises them above his head, showing them off, before he calls for the bell…
DING DING DING!
The crowd are cheering for this title contest as both teams stare one another down, before ReBelle are the ones to break first and they storm forward at Freya and Curtis! At first it’s ReBelle on top with a series of brutal strikes to send Shock and Awe back into the ropes, rallying them with elbows and forearm strikes. Nickles manages to send Mars into the turnbuckles, and she follows it up with a big flying forearm strike in the corner. Scorpio is still battling Hobs with punishing strikes before he hauls Freya up, bouncing her legs off the top rope to flip her over into a big suplex! Scorpio pushes himself to his feet and turns to Nickles, who gives him a nod. She then ropes to her hands and knees as Scorpio runs, using the other half of ReBelle as a springboard to leap up and crack Mars on the side of his already injured head. Mars stumbles forward as Nickles grabs him, wrapping him up in a small package for an early pin attempt… one… tw—Hobs makes the save early, and the crowd give a round of applause. Hobs helps Mars to his feet as ReBelle re-group and discuss tactics in the corner. They then both turn to Mars and Hobs, before sprinting at them – only for Mars and Hobs to duck down, pulling down the top rope! Scorpio and Nickles spill over onto the apron, stunned for a moment, giving Hobs the chance to deliver a double dropkick sending the challengers down to the outside.
Aiello: Huge dropkick from Freya and we’re taking this one to the outside! Remember, pinfalls and submissions will count wherever they’re attempted, this one could go anywhere.
Loydson: If it could go through a car wash so we can see what Scorpio’s real face looks like, that’d be grand.
The crowd are excited for this one to go to the outside as Mars climbs through the ropes and drops to the outside, while Frey leaps from the apron with a big leg drop right across Scorpio’s throat. The champions are on top now as Mars hauls Scorpio up and Hobs does the same with Nickles, before they send their respective opponents flying the ringside barriers. Nickles slams into them with her shoulder and as she tries to get herself up again is met with a Lous Thesz press from Hobs, crashing the barrier down and spilling this one into the crowd. On the other side Mars is astride Scorpio, throwing shot after shot after shot down on the challenger’s head, before he pulls hard on Scorpio’s hair and smashes the S-Factor’s face off of the metal barrier. As Scorpio stumbles back Mars drops him with a snap DDT, before he begins to drag Scorpio over to where Nickles and Hobs have broken through into the crowd. Hobs remains on top of Nickles, rallying her with shots, before she drags Georgie up and takes a fan’s chair, collapsing it down and spinning to smash it down on The Rebel Child’s head! Nickles stumbles back as Hobs throws the chair to Nickles, before following it up with a spinning wheel kick to crash the metal into the challenger. Hobs then makes the next cover… one… tw—kickout from Georgie Nickles.
Aiello: Well we’ve got to remember Georgie Nickles is a former winner of the Extreme Tournament, there’s some hardcore spirit in The Rebel Child!
Loydson: There’s also approximately three Happy Meals and a litre of Monster Energy Drinks in The Rebel Child…
Hobs wastes no time in hauling Nickles up and stunning her with a big knee to the gut, before she turns to Mars who’s dragging Scorpio over the broken barrier. She shout over a few words and Mars nods, before he slams a big elbow into the back of Scorpio’s neck, stunning him whilst Hobs drags Nickles over. Eventually Shock and Awe are side by side with a member of ReBelle in each of their crutches, and they hook both of them, hauling them up into a delayed suplex – before dropping Nickles and Scorpio down onto the knocked over metal ringside barrier! A huge gasp goes up from the fans as Shock and Awe each make the cover… one… two—kickout from both members of ReBelle to more cheers that this one isn’t over yet. Mars and Hobs see it as a chance to re-group as slowly Nickles and Scorpio drag themselves to their feet, using one another as leverage to stand. Scorpio quickly adjusts Georgie’s hair, whilst Georgie thumbs a mark off of The S-Factor’s forehead. As they turn Shock and Awe fly for ReBelle, rallying them with a series of shots, however after two or three strikes Nickles and Scorpio manage to dodge strikes at the same time! Georgie finds herself behind Hobs and hauls her up, dropping her with a big back suplex onto one of the chairs! Whilst Scorpio uses his dodge as a chance to fire a European uppercut, spinning Mars, and he flies with a bulldog to drop Curtis face-first onto the concrete floor! Nickles then begins shouting at some of the fans, getting them to move aside, as she eyes one of the backstage doors deeper in the crowd…
Aiello: Well the fans are getting a great view of this one!
Loydson: Looking at where the goth grappler is signalling, I doubt they’ll be watching this one so close up for long…
The fans are dutiful in parting as Nickles hauls Hobs to her feet and irish whips her towards the door, where she stumbles and crashes into a wall. Nickles and Scorpio then work together to drag Curtis Mars along the floor near where Freya is. Nickles drags Mars up and slams him head-first into the door frame, before she props Mars up against the door. Scorpio hauls Hobs up and slams an elbow shot, slumping her against her partner. Scorpio takes a few steps back as Nickles holds Shock and Awe against one another by the door, and the fans begin a drum-roll as Scorpio runs and leaps – flying with both knees into Hobs’ back, crashing Shock and Awe through the door and into the backstage hallways! The crowd erupt as Scorpio makes the cover, hooking Mars’ leg… one… two—kickout from the champion! The crowd give a cheer for the match continuing as ReBelle haul their opponents up and drag them deeper into the recesses of the backstage hallways. A few backstage technicians and behind the scenes crew members dodge out of the way as Nickles sends Mars flying into a table covered in sound equipment, his already-bruised ribs crashing into some of the metal machines. Further down the corridor Scorpio hooks Freya for a DDT, only for Hobs to fight her way free of it and drive Scorpio back into the wall. With the S-Factor stunned Freya hooks his head and leaps up, using the wall as a springboard into a tornado DDT on the concrete! She makes a cover… one… two—Nickles flies in for the save!
Aiello: We’re backstage and already the hazards of the concrete floor and all that equipment are coming into play!
Loydson: And if I’m not mistaken, where they are isn’t too far from the parking lot…
Aiello: You reckon we could see one of these guys smashing through a windshield?
Loydson: Actually I’ve ordered take-out… perhaps the referee could pick it up…
Nickles and Hobs begin to go at it, rolling over one another on the floor as they deliver a series of knee strikes and hard elbows, before finally Nickles manages to kick back and push Hobs off of her. As Freya comes back in for a shot Nickles converts it into a drop toe hold, slamming Hobs face-first on the mat, before Georgie drops a hard elbow on the back of her head. Georgie then spies a ladder propped against the wall and looks from it, to Freya, and then back to it, and the noise from the crowd increases as they sense something big. Spotting an opportunity Georgie begins to climb the ladder, looking back at the downed Hobs to judge her distance – however before she can do anything Mars comes leaping in with a hard strike to her back. He then hooks Georgie, looking for a back suplex, which she manages to fight out of and cling back to the ladder. Mars stumbles back and Georgie crosses herself before leaping – WITH A MOONSAULT ONTO THE STANDING MARS, CRASHING HIM DOWN ONTO HOBS! The crowd begin a chant as Nickles manages to hook the leg on Hobs… one… two… kickout from Freya just in time! Nickles looks frustrated as Scorpio helps her to her feet, and ReBelle re-group as Shock and Awe slowly use the surrounding furniture to haul themselves up, Mars looking worse for wear following his earlier contest. Curtis takes a few deep breaths before he turns to Hobs and nods to her, BEFORE HE STORMS FORWARD AND CRASHES INTO SCORPIO WITH HIS SHOULDER, FORCING THE S-FACTOR BACKWARDS THROUGH A DOOR! THE CAMERA RUSHES TO CATCH THE ACTION JUST IN TIME AS MARS AND SCORPIO GO FLYING OVER THE EDGE OF A FLIGHT OF STAIRS, SLAMMING DOWN THEM AND ENDING UP IN A HEAP AT THE BOTTOM! A “HOLY SHIT!” chant breaks out amongst the fans as Hobs and Nickles rush over to assess the damage.
Aiello: Well Curtis may have been unsuccessful in his X-Division Championship defence but he’s still got something in the tank!
Loydson: If Scorpio wore sensible footwear that probably wouldn’t have happened… just saying…
Nickles and Hobs seem to take a break from the fighting as they tend to their male counterparts, the pair laying beaten and broken at the foot of the stairs, neither really in any position to try and a pinfall on the other. Nickles kicks at a door at the bottom of the stairs and drags Scorpio through it to get some space, and the camera follows her through, finding her in the parking lot of the arena. There’s a cheer from the crowd as they see the potential this leads to. After a few seconds of checking Scorpio is ok Nickles turns around and looks fired-up as she stares daggers over at Freya Hobs, before hauling the champion up and throwing a big fist right at her jaw. Hobs’ head snaps back before she goes wide-eyed and throws her own fist back at Nickles, before following it up with a kick to the gut. Georgie doubles-over as Hobs slams her back into a car, setting off an alarm, before she pushes her boot up into Nickles’ throat and chokes her out against the car door. Georgie begins to flail wildly, trying to escape, before she hauls a knee up into Hobs’ gut to break the hold. Freya now doubles over and gives The Rebel Child the window she needs – leaping up and dropping Hobs with the Egobreaker, her version of the Fame Asser! Georgie rolls her over into the cover… one… two… t—NO! Freya kicks out!
Aiello: Close one there, you were right Philip, the parking lot has turned into a hardcore playground for these two teams!
Loydson: IT’S A MEATBALL MARINARA SUB AND A DIET COKE, DELIVERED BY JOSE! THANK YOU!
Nickles hauls Hobs up and looks around the lot, trying to find her next plan of attack, before her eyes settle on a large RV with the glittering Anarchy logo of ReBelle. Nickles smirks and drags Hobs over, slamming her with a hard roundhouse kick just in front of the vehicle, before she disappears on-board in search of something…
Aiello: Well that’s ReBelle’s mobile war-room, bought with the Match of The Night bonus Scorpio took home from Thunder II… but what could Nickles be looking for?
Loydson: Ideally some deodorant before she comes back to ringside.
Whilst Georgie is gone Freya slowly gets to her feet and looks around, trying to find her opponent, before she notices the open RV door. She puts two and two together and slinks around to the front of the RV, picking up a discarded wrench, before she crouches around the corner of the RV laying in wait. After a few seconds Nickles steps out of the vehicle brandishing a jewel-encrusted hairdryer, the one and only Vidal, Scorpio’s signature weapon. The Rebel Child stares down at the spot where Hobs was and shakes her head in annoyance before she turns to the side – giving Hobs the chance to leap out and crack her over the back of the head with the wrench! Georgie drops to the floor as Hobs hooks the Rebel Child’s neck with her arms, twisting her into a sleeper hold, before she wraps her legs around Nickles – LOCKING IN HER ‘BLUNDER’! The noise in the arena intensifies as Georgie desperately tries to fight her way free, elbowing back at The Savage Viking, who wraps her arms around the Rebel Child’s neck even more tightly. Georgie tries to roll her way free as the referee repeatedly asks her whether she wants to give it up, and with what little voice she has left she manages to shout no. Hobs wrenches back harder, roaring out, and slowly Georgie’s fight begins to fade as she’s choked out…
Aiello: Well this could be it folks, that brutal wrench attack stunned The Rebel Child, and now she’s locked in Blunder, a hold that so many have submitted to…
As Nickles’ lights seem to fade out Hobs screams at the referee to check her. After seeing whether Georgie can respond, and finding her seemingly out cold, the referee lifts Georgie’s arm – and it drops! The crowd yell out “ONE!” as the referee picks the arm up again, letting go – and it crashes to the floor! “TWO!”
Loydson: Well here we go folks, the team that unseated NSFW are about to see off their first challengers.
The referee lifts Nickles’ arm one more time, and the crowd seems to collectively hold their breath – BUT BEFORE HE CAN LET IT GO THE BEJEWELLED HAIRDRYER COMES CRASHING DOWN ON FREYA HOBS, BREAKING THE HOLD! The camera pans around to see a furious-looking Scorpio wielding Vidal, and Nickles rolls off to the side, coughing and spluttering. Hobs drags herself up, only to turn into another shot from Vidal to the side of her head, before Scorpio slams the hairdryer on the top of her head, dropping her to her knees. He drops the weapon and hooks around Freya’s back, setting her up for – THE PAPARAZZI FLASH! His version of the Ranhei connects as Hobs’s head and neck crunches into the floor sickeningly – however before he can take advantage a beaten and bruised Curtis Mars blindsides him with a kick to the gut, following it up with a roundhouse across his chest, and finishing with an enzuigiri. Mars stares down at Scorpio wide-eyed and angered before he begins to drag the S-Factor towards a parked car, malice in his eyes. He hauls Scorpio up and sends him flying over the car’s hood, crashing him into the windshield, before Mars climbs up onto the car himself. He slams a boot down on Scorpio’s neck, before dragging the challenger up and hooking him into a headlock. Mars yells out and makes a cut-throat gesture before he pushes himself forward – SLAMMING SCORPIO DOWN WITH THE KEEP QUIET, HIS HEADLOCK DRIVER, RIGHT INTO THE CAR’S WINDSHIELD, SMASHING IT! The crowd roar with noise as the move stuns Mars himself, sending him rolling off of the car, whilst Scorpio remains laid in the wreckage of glass that was once the windshield.
Loydson: He just put a man famous for his ‘perfect’ face, face-first through a windshield!
Aiello: It’s a hell of a move to go with, and with Mars still feeling the effects of tonight’s opening match, he’s struggling to capitalise.
Mars is sat slumped against the front bumper of the car holding his bruised ribs in pain as Scorpio slowly rolls over out of the windshield of the car and onto the hood, blood dripping from his forehead. He groans in pain and remains laid out on the hood as Mars roars out with pain and hauls himself up, collapsing over the hood and Scorpio with a make-shift pin… one… two… th—NO! kickout from Scorpio and Mars slumps back down the floor, taking deep breaths as The S-Factor begins to show signs of life. He wipes some of the blood from his face and screams out realising his face has been injured. He then slides off of the hood, collapsing to the floor around the car from Mars. The camera pans around as Georgie and Freya slowly seem to be recovering, and struggle over to their partners, helping them up. Freya re-adjusts the bandages and dressings on Mars’ head wound, whilst Nickles begins to wipe some of the blood from Scorpio’s face. ReBelle and Shock and Awe re-group before they turn to one another and stare each other down, slowly circling around a car-free area in the parking lot. They shout the odd word at each other, trying to psych one another out, before finally it’s ReBelle who go on the attack, storming forward with fists, forearms, elbows, knees, and kicks. They begin to battle Shock and Awe back, spilling through the parking lot and eventually through an archway leading back into the backstage area. Some of the non-competitor staff members scramble out the way, while other wrestlers watch on and applaud as the two teams battle one another back. At one stage Nickles slams Mars’ head onto a buffet table and runs him along, sending food flying. Hobs on the other hand catches Scorpio’s leg as he attempts a kick, and hauls him up into an impressive spinebuster, crashing him down onto a ladder propped against the wall.
Aiello: I recognise that bit of the hallway, looks like these teams are heading out to the stage!
Loydson: Well at least the competitors in the next matches can just follow the trail of Scorpio’s blood when it’s their turn to come out…
And indeed Aiello is right as the brawling in this one eventually takes these teams out to the entrance area, spilling through the curtain and out onto the stage! There’s a HUGE cheer from the fans seeing this one back at ringside, just as Hobs manages to land a big strike to Nickles, rallying her as she stumbles back towards the mini-trons displaying the match. Freya sees her chance and crouches down, SPRINTING AT NICKLES FOR HER ‘BERSERKER’ SPEAR – ONLY FOR NICKLES TO THROW HERSELF OUT THE WAY, AND FREYA HOBS CRASHES FACE-FIRST INTO THE ELECTRIC SCREEN! THERE’S SPARKS AND BANGS AS HOBS FALLS TO THE FLOOR, AND THE CROWD BREAK-OUT IN A “HOLY SHIT!” CHANT ONCE AGAIN! Before Nickles can capitalise however Curtis Mars grabs at her, slamming a big fist in her jaw, before he hooks Nickles – SETTING UP THE STRANGE SPEECHES, HIS BRUTAL PEDIGREE! HE GOES TO HOOK THE ARMS, BUT BEFORE HE CAN SCORPIO BLINSIDES HIM WITH A BIG SUPERKICK THAT RALLIES HIM! Scorpio gets Nickles back into the game as a stunned Curtis Mars holds his jaw, and Scorpio kneels in front of him – GIVING NICKLES THE CHANCE TO LEAP OFF HIS BACK AND SLAM HIM WITH THE GLITTERING ANARCHY, A DOUBLE-TEAM FLYING SHINING WIZARD! Mars hits the deck as Nickles gets her footing. ReBelle stare at the downed Shock and Awe, and look to each other, before Nickles calls one of the technicians by the stage over for a microphone. She takes a few deep breaths as Scorpio watches Freya and Curtis like a hawk…
Georgie Nickles: You know, when you guys won those titles, the world looked on in awe. Two people who took down one of the greatest teams the EWC has seen in years, ready to re-define tag team wrestling and carry the torch of this division… and then… well… you just disappeared.
Slowly Curtis and Freya struggle to their feet, Hobs’ head now dripping blood from her collision with the screens, and Mars’ head wound from his first match opened and raw once again.
Georgie Nickles: Well this is the dawning of a new era, an era where the EWC World Tag Team Champions will take on whoever the hell challenges them, an era where the EWC World Tag Team Champions will show the respect and dedication this division needs. You made history winning those titles, but you sure as hell didn’t make half the impact your predecessors did… Freya… Curtis…
She nods to Scorpio, who steps over, standing side by side with his ReBelle partner as they stare Shock and Awe down.
Georgie Nickles: … NSFW send their regards.
Nickles throws the microphone aside and they both spin and leap up – EACH DRIVING A MEMBER OF SHOCK AND AWE INTO THE STAGE WITH A BRUTAL AGR! THE CROWD EXPLODE WITH NOISE AS SCORPIO HOOKS FREYA’S LEG, AND NICKLES COVERS MARS… ONE… TWO… THREE!!!!
DING DING DING!
Dobrev: Here are your winners, and the NEW EWC World Tag Team Champions… ‘The S-Factor’ Scorpio… ‘The Rebel Child’ Georgie Nickles… REBELLE!!!!
'Vogue (Metal Cover)’ by Leon Moracchioli blasts from the speakers as Scorpio and Nickles get to their feet, and immediately hug and congratulate one another on the stage. Medics rush from the back and begin to attend to Shock and Awe, with some trying to check ReBelle over, however they’re dismissed by the new champions. The referee is handed the titles, and he presents them to ReBelle before raising their arms in victory, getting a loud cheer from the fans. Scorpio and Nickles congratulate one another once again, showing the titles off around the stage, before they head to the back to recover after a brutal contest…
Aiello: With a double AGR we’ve crowned new Tag Team Champions… a hellish contest there, with ladders, chairs, ringside barriers, tables, car windshields, wrenches, and a diamond-encrusted hairdryer even coming into play. ReBelle have made their mark in the EWC, and even promised a rebuild of the tag division before delivering that final move. Only time will tell what their reign atop the EWC tag scene will be like!
Loydson: Surely there’s like a golden ticket someone’s got to stop these two actually holding gold here…
Aiello: There was. ReBelle used it for this match…
Loydson: Oh what’s the point, I give up. Hot Topic Barbie and Tickle-Me-Pink Ken are the tag champs, what a dark day in EWC history.
The lights begin to flicker as “Pomp and Circumstance OP.39” by the BBC Symphony Orchestra plays throughout the arena. They go dim for a second before a spotlight shines center stage. In the center of the stage, “King Draco” and “Queen Melody” are being carried down on Golden Thrones by burly men dressed in Viking warrior garments. The Squire comes out, bullhorn in hand, followed by the little person in the Zelda cosplay, carrying gold pillows on each hand. The “King of EWC Television” and “Queen of FSW” are carried down to ringside. They are carried to opposite sides. As they step onto the apron and through the ropes,The Squire blows the horn at an absurd decibel level for an unnecessary amount of time. Draco grabs the mic from the ring announcer, then hands it to Luna.
LUNA: Listen here peasants, it is your privilege for me to introduce... Melody of House Malone. First of her name. The Stable Warrior, Destroyer of Egos, and rightful Queen of FSW. By her side, Draco of House Lazarus. First of his name. Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television.With their awe inspiring and fear inducing powers combined, they are…
The Aristocrats!
Luna hands Draco the mic
“King of EWC Television”: Congratulations Revel Nail, you have now replaced Shock and Awe as the team that will forever be forgotten after my queen, The Queen of FSW, Melody Malone, and myself take the Tag Titles to heights that will make NSFW cry themselves to sleep at night. After we beat you, the Moors Murders would pour glasses of absinthe and cheer in our honor.
Melody smirks, coyly slipping the microphone from Draco’s hand as she turns to address the crowd herself.
“Queen of FSW”: ReBelle… congratulations. Sincerely. You always remember your first, you know? But like every Irish folktale, as soon as you get off of this rock? You’ll be made irrelevant thanks to the Crown. But I suppose everyone here should be used to that by now, right?
The crowd boos at that and Draco snaps the microphone back from Melody.
“King of EWC Television”: HOW DARE YOU PEASANTS BOO YOUR QUEEN! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL WE’RE EVEN GRACING YOU WITH OUR PRESENCE!
Melody motions for Luna to get her another microphone as she gives a half-smile to Draco’s fervent defense.
“Queen of FSW”: Don’t waste your time darling. These people can’t comprehend losing to the crown, yet again. As for ReBelle? I hope they go chasing the green dragon tonight, and they’re going to want to savor every moment of this fairy tale. It won’t be long before their fairy tale goes from Disney to the brothers Grimm - and do you know why? Because WE ARE THE ARISTOCRATS.
“King of EWC Television”: AND WE ARE BETTER THAN YOU!
Melody goes to hand Luna the microphone back, but instead simply drops it from her hand as Draco throws his own down with an audible ‘thump’. “Pomp and Circumstance OP.39” begins to play again as the two of them ascend back onto their thrones amidst a volley of boos from the crowd and the cameras fade out in preparation for the upcoming Intercontinental championship match.
Backstage in the hallway, the camera zooms inside the men's locker room. The whole locker room area appears to be empty except for the sounds of water in the shower being turned off. In a matter of seconds, EWC's newest arrival Jason Kortare comes from behind the shower curtain and in front of the camera. He was soaking wet with a white towel wrapped around his waist. You can see the smirk on his face as he looks into the camera that begins to truly focus on him.
[Jason]: "Oh, heh, I guess perhaps it's time for me to do a little debut promo. Lucky for all the ladies in the arena tonight here in Ireland, they were able to catch me half naked."
With a slight chuckle, Jason walks further into the camera and takes a seat on one of the locker room benches.
[Jason]: "Greetings EWC, my name is Jason Kortare, I know that when you look at this face of mine, it's hard to believe that I have a history of putting my body through the most destructive matches of my career during my 13 plus years of being in this business. I came to EWC because I want to finish the legacy that I was slowly building in the beginning of my career. Now, I have won several championships and frankly my eyes are truly set on one particular championship title belt in EWC, this championship looks so beautiful and I can't wait to have it wrapped around my six pack abs..... Heh, but, in due time, I will have my moment. As of right now, Jason Kortare is here to make waves and earn title shots. I know the platform that EWC possesses and I know the great things that EWC can do for me and my company called Kortare Marketing Agency. I am a man who is all about business and success. EWC looks like one big playground and i'm ready to jump right in it. Don't worry EWC, Jason Kortare will be making his in-ring debut on the next Friday Night Rampage. EWC will never be the same again. I'm already a step ahead of some of these other new cats coming into the spot. I think I need to get better acquainted with a certain somebody in EWC that think will be very good for me and very good for each other. In some cases, two heads are better than one. Let the fun begin."
The camera cuts up to the Club Section inside Croke Park where we see Ace Heart
Heart: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome at this time the Prime Indy Champion Killjoy Ito!!!
The camera pulls back a little and the Dublin crowd pops as Killjoy
The Indy Championship over his shoulder we hear someone off screen clear this throat very loudly
Heart: And yes please welcome as well ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love
The camera pulls back a little further to show a smiling Tommy Love who taps Killjoy on the shoulder and the two switch spots so that Tommy is standing next to Ace Heart
Heart: Gentlemen welcome to Hardcore Revolution, a Brawl and Rampage exclusive event which bring me to the question…
Love: Why are we here right? Killjoy isn’t on Brawl or on Rampage so why oh why would Prime’s Indy Champion make the LONG flight from Hong Kong to Dublin. Ireland when we should be on our way to Germany, well see that’s a funny story. It wasn’t lost on us that last week as the Brawl superstars prepared to do battle on star, well THE star has a little stipulation riding on his tag team match, Dominic Sanders would have been allowed to name his challenger for tonight’s event and listen, there would have only been one logical choice for him to make...Killjoy Ito!!! There would have been nobody else worthy of that spot Heart, Killjoy at the time was a DOUBLE Champion, sitting at the Number 2 spot in the Elite 15 right behind Dominic, he would have been the clear cut pick, so we booked a flight to Dublin because we expected to be in that ring here tonight getting our shot at the Undisputed Championship but Sanders lost and now has to face Luke Wolfe because yeah let’s not go with the obvious choice there...way to step up and doing something new and interesting Spartan, I’m guessing that’s why Price fired your ass but we will get our match with our Undisputed Champion come Sunday night in Germany so I wanted to wish Dominic Sanders the best of luck...no seriously, Dominic isn’t a bad guy and champ if you are ever looking to expand America’s Most Hated to Prime, well there isn’t anyone more hated than me...so
Tommy holds a fist up to his ear as to say ‘call me’
Heart: Ok so once Dominic was pinned why not call the airline and change your flight, why come all the way to Dublin?
Love: Well we wanted to take in Hardcore Revolution Ace, we wanted to see our pal Cyrus Black take on Iggy Swango, we wanted to see Dominic up close and personal, we wanted to watch Xavier Reid try and beat Ace King and MOST importantly we wanted to promote a REAL pay per view, one that will hit the airwaves June 23 in front of REAL wrestling fans in Ruse, Bulgaria!!!
The Dublin fans start to boo and break out in chant
FOOK YOU!!!
FOOK YOU!!!
FOOK YOU!!!
Love: Yeah classy aren’t you but to be expected, I’m starting to see why Eddie Crank turned his back on all you and called it a career but lets but the focus back on us and Prime’s ppv WORLD WIDE where this man will put the Indy Championship on the line against Nevaeh in a Main Event that will put tonight’s two co-main events to shame, so enjoy your little show tonight guys but if you want to see the show of the year well tune in June 23 and Prime once again shows why it’s the TOP BRAND in all of the EWC!!!!
Tommy smirks and pats Ace on the shoulder as the camera cuts away
MATCH FOUR
NO DQ SUBMISSIONS MATCH
IGGY SWANGO
Vs. CYRUS BLACK
We return to ringside where the fans are split in half, some chanting for Iggy Swango and some chanting for Cyrus Black.
Aiello: We are only half way through the night folks and already the carnage we’ve seen is unbelievable... but business is about to pick up! As you can hear from the Irish crowd, it’s time... it’s Cyrus Black versus Iggy Swango... it’s NO DQ.... it’s submission rules... and it’s for the International Championship.
Loydson: Iggy Swango lost the title to Cyrus Black the Brawl after Stranglemania in a gauntlet match, so now you can bet this rook is out for some revenge, and to prove that Cyrus beating her was a fluke.
Dobrev: The following match is a Submission rules NO Disqualification match and it is for the International Championship... introducing the challenger.... Standing in at five feet seven inches tall, weighing at one hundred and forty-five pounds, from San Francisco, California.... IGGY SWANNNNGGGGOOOOOO!!!!!!
“3’s & 7’s” by Queens of the Stone Age hits the arena as the lights dim low before strobing between red and the pitch blackness of the arena. Just as the loud guitar riffs echo throughout the arena the lights starts pulsing red and Iggy Swango emerges from behind the curtain as smog engulfs her. She stands at the top of the stage for a few moments as she nods her head to the rhythm of the music.
Iggy starts bouncing on the stage and rocking out with an air bass playing along with the music before making her way down the ramp. She throws the devil horns with her hands and sticks out her tongue taunting her fans as Red and Black confetti streamers come raining down from above on her way down to the ring. Iggy rolls under the bottom rope and pops up on her knees in the middle of the ring. She slowly stands her to her feet before raising her hands into the air.
Dobrev: And her opponent... standing at six foot two inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, from Carson City Nevada.... he is the EWC International champion.... CYRUS BLACKKKKKKK!!!!
The whole arena goes dark for a moment, a spotlight hits the entrance ramp and music plays from the PA system.
"Life is a mystery..."
The silhouette of a man moves into the spotlight, arms raised above his head as he starts to clap.
"And it feels like home..."
The lights go up around the arena, two red pyrotechnics go off at either side of the stage as the chorus hits...
"When you call my name
it's like a little prayer..."
Cyrus starts clapping as he merrily skips from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, looking out at the sea of fans, goading them to clap along with him. Cyrus makes his way down the entrance ramp with the International championship around his waist, he engages with fans along the way, dishing out high fives and hugs as he jives his way to the ring.
"I'm down on my knees
I want to take you there..."
Sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring, Cyrus shuffles from one corner buckle to another, continuously banging the palms of his hands together as the fans are on there feet clapping with him,
"Just like a prayer you know,
I'll take you there...".
Cyrus climbs to the top rope and holds the International Championship high in the air as he gets a loud cheer from the crowd.
Aiello: Iggy managed to bounce back from losing the title with a win against Gabrielle Visconty to earn her rematch her tonight, but she’s admitted herself that Cyrus has the advantage tonight, because he picked the submission stipulation to play to his own strengths... but the one thing we can say is that you can’t count Iggy Swango out of any fight.
Loydson: Lets not forget that this is no disqualification... and that does play to Iggy strengths, so this won’t be a walk in the park for that idiot Cyrus... maybe he’s been too busy running around Dublin over the weekend causing havoc to actually realize this.
DING DING DING
The bell rings and as Cyrus goes to extend her hand towards Iggy, and she clocks him straight in the jaw with an vicious uppercut which sends Cyrus stumbling back towards the ropes. Iggy wastes no time as she rushes Cyrus, hitting him with a high big boot that sends him tumbling over the top rope and to the outside floor. Iggy quickly slides under the bottom rope as Cyrus tries to get to his feet, she grabs a hold of him and whips him hard and fast into the steel steps. Iggy bangs the announce table with her fist hard which whips the crowd into a frenzy.
Aiello: Wow Iggy Swango is not messing around here! She’s been at Cyrus full throttle from the minute the bell rang.
Loydson: This is what she has to do, bash this goofs head in and don’t give him a minute to breath.
Iggy pulls Cyrus up to his feet, as she does he tackles her onto the announce table. The two trade blows on top of the announce table as the commentary team back away from the table. Iggy headbutts Cyrus, catching him on the bridge of his nose, busting it open immediately. Stunned and with blood gushing down his face Cyrus is pulled up to his feet on top of the table, Iggy then sets him up and hits her move Non-Zero Possibility, breaking the announce table in the process.
Aiello: Iggy just sent Cyrus crashing through the announce table with the Non-Zero Possibility! Oh my she’s on fire so far.
Loydson: It’s a pity she can’t pin this clown right now, she would have the match won in record time.
Cyrus is barely moving as Iggy slowly tries to drag him towards the ring. She picks him and rolls him into the ring as Cyrus starts to come around, wiping a hand over his blood stained face as he tries to regain focus. Iggy slides into the ring, as Cyrus is on his knees. Iggy kicks Cyrus hard in the back twice, she then runs off the ropes and back towards him. As Iggy tries to hit a running knee strike, Cyrus does a front roll towards her, as he does he grabs her left leg and pulls her to the floor. Iggy falls on her stomach and Cyrus spins around still gripping her leg, he quickly locks the ankle lock in on Iggy.
Aiello: And that’s how quickly things can change, this is why Cyrus chose the submission stipulation, he says this is his match. And Iggy grabbing onto the ring ropes won’t help, because it’s NO DQ! Even with his nose busted open he’s still dangerous in these situations.
Iggy pushes herself up as she tries to grab the ring ropes, she get a hand on the bottom rope but Cyrus lets go of the Ankle lock and in one swift motion he pounces to his feet and stomps on Iggys left ankle that he had the hold on. Iggy screams in pain as Cyrus tries to lock in the Ankle lock again. Iggy spins and lashes her right leg out catching Cyrus in the jaw as he stumbles back. Iggy pulls herself into the corner as she holds her ankle in pain. Cyrus comes at Iggy again, she pulls herself up using the ring ropes and tries to kick Cyrus in the face again, but Cyrus manages to catch a hold of her leg left, he spins her down onto the floor with a corkscrew move, still holding her leg he applies a single leg Boston crab on Iggy.
Cyrus leans back after far as he can, pulling Iggys' leg up and putting as much pressure on her back as possible. Iggy is struggling as she tugs on her hair and tries to fight the pain. The ref asks her if she wants to submit but she refuses to quit and with all her strength she tries to push herself up with her two hands but the weight of Cyrus bending her leg and leaning on her back forces her to fall back flat on the mat. Cyrus is determined to end this match there and then, and he keeps a tight grip on Iggys leg. Iggy is in pain as the ref continues to ask her if she’s ready to submit. Iggy, in a move of desperation, grabs a hold of the refs shirt and as he tries to pull away from her, she pulls herself up using the leverage, breaking out of the Boston crab. As Cyrus gets to his feet, he turns but Iggy turns at the same time, she catches him with a beautiful spinning roundhouse kick. Cyrus collapses to the floor and rolls out of the ring. Iggy leans against the ropes, her left leg and her back clearly in pain.
Loydson: I hate to say it but Iggy looks hurt. Cyrus has hardly been in this match and yet the two times he’s caught her he’s done damage to that left leg of hers. I mean she’s caught Cyrus with a few hard hits, and she put him through a table and busted him open but she still has to find a way to make him submit.
Aiello: And that was always going to be the main struggle for Iggy going into this match. Although I have it on good source that she’s learned a few submissions over the last few days.
Iggy moves towards the ropes, to the side of the ring that Cyrus is at on the outside, but before she can step out of the ring Cyrus reaches into the ring and pulls Iggy down to the mat. He drags her body half out of the ring, her legs dangling off of the apron. Cyrus grabs a hold of Iggys left leg and hits it with multiple elbow strikes. He then pulls her over to the ring post, as Iggy tries to lean out and grab Cyrus he hits her with a hard throat chop. While Iggys struggling for breath, Cyrus pulls Iggys legs in between the ring post, with her still in the ring and him still on the outside, he locks her in a ring post figure four leglock.
Cyrus has the ring post figure four leg lock in good. Iggy grits her teeth and tries to reach for the ring ropes. She just manages to get her hand onto the bottom rope, and with all her energy and strength she pulls her body to the ropes, and Cyrus feeling that he’s losing grip lets go of the hold. Iggy pulls herself to the outside as Cyrus rolls into the ring. Cyrus surveys Iggy for a moment who is kneeling down on the outside holding her leg. Cyrus takes a run off the far away ropes, and he comes back towards the side of the ring that Iggys on, he attempts a suicide dive through the middle ropes at her but as he does this Iggy produces a kendo stick that she sneakily grabbed from under the ring. As Cyrus comes through the middle ropes Iggy smashes him across the head with the stick. Cyrus crashes onto the floor on the outside, hitting the barricade in the process. The fans are going wild and the noise around the arena is deafening.
Aiello: Holy moly! Iggy nearly took Cyrus’s head off with that kendo stick shot!
Iggy uses the kendo stick to balance and take pressure of off her left leg as she catches her breath and stares at Cyrus who is holding his head as he lies next to the barricade. The camera zooms in on Cyrus and you can see he has a nasty gash on his forehead from the kendo shot, as blood trickles down and onto his face which is already saturated in red. Iggy rolls into the ring, holding her ankle as Cyrus crawls along the floor and uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet. He looks dazed and confused as he pulls himself into the ring. Iggy gets to her feet and into a defensive position as she keeps her eyes locked on Cyrus who has managed to pull himself to his feet, and is coming towards Iggy. Cyrus throws an arm at Iggy but Iggy grabs his arm and pulls Cyrus down applying a fujiwara armbar in the process.
Aiello: Iggy Swango showing the world that she can pull off a few submission holds herself! Cyrus is in trouble here.
The referee keeps an eye on Cyrus, asking him if he wants to submit or give up. Cyrus has blood in his eyes and over his nose and it looks like he’s struggling to see or breath as he wriggles around frantically trying to get Iggy to break the hold. As Iggy pulls his arm back as much as she can, using her legs to push herself up for more leverage her left knee suddenly buckles from underneath her, and she lets go out of the hold. Cyrus rolls away from her holding his arm, as Iggy rubs her leg and tries to regain her composure. She gets to feet and comes at Cyrus who’s managed to wipe the blood away from his eyes. Cyrus pounces forward and catches Iggy off guard, he spins around her and locks his hands around her waist throwing her back for a German suplex, his hands still locked around her waist he pulls her up again and hits a second German suplex, and then he pulls her up again and hits a third, then a fourth and then a fifth German suplex.
The crowd are cheering like crazy that they want more, so Cyrus goes for a sixth German but Iggy manages to throw an elbow backwards catching Cyrus on the cheek. Iggy hits a snap DDT on Cyrus. The two superstars are laid out on the floor as the fans cheer for them both.
Aiello: Cyrus and Iggy are pulling out all the stops here tonight. We could be here all night watching them do battle... and I think I’d be ok with that and so would the fans.
Loydson: I wouldn’t.
As Cyrus and Iggy get to their knees, they trade hard rights and lefts to each other, Iggy's lip is bleeding now as they get to their feet and continue beat the crap out of each other with stiff hard shots. Cyrus goes for a forearm smash, but Iggy blocks it and cracks Cyrus’s jaw with a hard haymaker punch, and then she hits an uppercut. As Cyrus is dazed, Iggy jumps up and wraps her legs around Cyrus’s head, pulling him down to the ground with a HeadScissors take down. Iggy gets her legs wrapped around Cyrus’s head with a scissor lock as she tries to choke Cyrus out.
Cyrus tries to pull his head out from Iggy's legs but she reaches back and holds her feet, which only decreases the amount of oxygen Cyrus is getting as he struggles to breath. Iggy screams and tries to hold the scissors choke hold in for as long as possible. Cyrus bangs on the mat twice and the referee looks for a third time to end the match but instead of tapping out Cyrus grabs a hold of Iggy's ankle in a desperation move he twists her left ankle with everything he’s got and it works as the pain is to intense and she lets go of the head scissors.
Aiello: Iggy Swango nearly choked the life out of Cyrus there! That was the head scissors she was talking about! The former International champion has prepared well for this match, I’ve been impressed by Iggy tonight.
Both Cyrus and Iggy get to their feet, Cyrus grabs Iggy's arm and tries to pull her down to the floor but she leaps up and catches Cyrus with a knee to the face, Cyrus falls off of the ropes and bounces back hitting Iggy with a forearm smash to the head. Both superstars grab a hold of each other head and start smacking each other with rapid punches. Suddenly Iggy grabs a hold of Cyrus’s middle parts as she locks in the Testicular Iron Claw. Cyrus screams in agony and the crowd grasp.
Loydson: Oh boy Iggy’s got a hold of Cyrus’s Crown Jewels. That’s got to hurt.
As Iggy squeezes his nether regions Cyrus throws a few punches which Iggy dodges, then as he reaches his pain threshold he stamps on Iggys foot hard, she lets go of the claw for a second. Cyrus runs behind Iggy, off the ropes, and comes back at her, hitting a chop block to the back of her left knee. Iggy falls to the floor in agony. Cyrus then runs back off the ropes and towards her, he hits the Black Out!
With Iggy down and stunned on the mat, Cyrus locks in an Indian deathlock on her. With the deathlock in tight, Cyrus also reaches forwards and pulls her head back. Iggy is struggling bad, as the ref keeps asking her if she wants to quit and she shakes her head, refusing. Cyrus suddenly lets the death-lock go and rolls up to Iggys head, quickly wrapping his arms around her and pulling her over onto her back he locks in his submission move a version of a bridging triangle hold he calls the Papa don't preach.
Aiello: Oh no Iggys in deep water here, Cyrus has the Papa don’t preach locked in!
Cyrus has the choke hold in as hard as he can as Iggy scrambles from side to side to try and break free but Cyrus applies more and more pressure every time she tries to break free. The referee asks her again and again if she wants to quit, but Iggy won’t quit. Cyrus screams at Iggy “JUST F*CKIN QUIT”, and still she refuses.
Iggy looks likes she’s struggling to breath, but she will not tap out as her face starts to turn blue. The camera zooms in on both of them as Cyrus begs with her to quit. The referee keeps checking on Iggy, realizes she in trouble, he asks her to quit but even though she’s fading and it doesn’t look like she can breathe she will not tap out. After another 20-30 seconds of Cyrus keeping the Papa Don’t Preach locked in as tight as possible, the sweat and blood dripping off of him, the referee checks on Iggy and it looks like she’s passed out. The referee quickly calls for the bell and Cyrus immediately lets the hold go.
DING DING DING
Dobrev: And your winner, via K.O and STILL the EWC International champion...CYRUS BLACK!!!!
The medical staff rush into the ring. Most go to check on Iggy and while a couple check on the cut on Cyrus’s head and his nose which looks like it may be broken. As the ref passes Cyrus the International Championship, Cyrus pushes passed him and some of the medical team as he goes to check on Iggy who looks like she’s still out cold.
Aiello: My god Iggy Swango would just not quit! She refused to tap out, and she’s showed how tough she is tonight. I just hope she’s ok, because even Cyrus Black looks worried for her.
Loydson: Iggy would rather die than tap out in that ring tonight and some might say she’s brave others might say she’s stupid... but either way it looks like she could be hurt bad. And look at that nasty cut on Cyrus’s forehead and his nose is messed up... what a war.
Aiello: Ok.. while the medical staff do there jobs we will be right back after this commercial and it’s time for our double main event! Don’t go anywhere folks.
Camera cuts to commercial
Aiello: Welcome back fans. The crowd got a little bit rowdy while we were on break. A replay of the crowds reaction to the finish of the International Championship match was being played on the MacTron when the feed showed two of EWC's Superstars sitting the crowd.
Loydson: None other than Candy and Gabi Vee sitting in the stands enjoying the show.
Aiello: The fans showed these two superstars some love, indeed. Obviously Gabi was a bit more involved in the International Championship match, and her expression definitely shows it.
Loydson: Well none of it matters now, she is out for at least a month with an injury.
Aiello: That is true, and we wish Gabi Vee a speedy recovery. Do you think Candy is here scouting Dominic Sanders?
Loydson: Why wouldn't she? Dominic is still the Undisputed Champion.
Aiello: But he has lost twice to Cyrus. Cyrus may have found the flaw, the chink in Dominic's armor. Two losses definitely puts the rest of the roster in hunger mode, and I wouldn't be surprised to see superstars lining up at a chance at his title... Including Cyrus Black!
Loydson: If you think the Undisputed Champion is off his game with two losses, you are high. None of them really mattered... His title wasn't on the line. He got an "L" - big deal. He is still the main man with the biggest title in the EWC!
Aiello: We will have to see how intently Candy pays attention to Dominic's match... Which is coming up NEXT!
MAIN EVENT #1
INFERNO GRUDGE MATCH
(NON-TITLE MATCH, IF LUKE WINS HE WINS THE RIGHT TO CHALLENGE FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP)
LUKE WOLFE
Vs. DOMINIC SANDERS
Aiello: And now it's time for things to really heat up! Luke Wolfe...and Dominic Sanders.... in an inferno match!
Loydson: Yeah but the title isn't on the line; a number one contendership for the title is on the line.
There is a crackle of thunder, and the crowd ERUPTS with a mixed reaction, as the lights start to dim, and we hear the sound of rain, thunder, and flashes of lightning inside the arena. As the sounds and sights of the storm continues to rage a distorted voice begins to speak.
Distorted Voice:
"Behold, he comes with lightning and clouds..."
The lightning and clouds on the jumbo-tron burst into a flash of bright light as the final bolt touches the ground, "Seek and Destroy" by Metalica hits and the crowd jumps to it's feet with a massive pop!!!
The reaction turns to a roar, when after a few moments when a spotlight shines through the darkness, and Luke Wolfe is standing center stage. He throws his hood off his head and gazes out into the crowd. Soaking in the reaction he starts to slowly make his walk down the entrance ramp, the spotlight fallows him as he makes his way toward the ring.
Dobrev: The following match is an inferno match! Either participant can only win by setting their opponent on fire! Joining us first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds ... "The Untouchable" ... LUKE WOLFE!
Luke slowly makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans along the way, but with an emotionless look on his face. He quickly walks up the steps and through the ropes, he slowly throws off his hood and as he turns spreading his arms wide the lights in the arena rise.
A few moments later the music fades out.
Aiello: Wolfe is focused and ready to take on Sanders in what will more than likely be a brutal match.
The lights go out in Croke Park. Purple lights cut on around the entrance ramp as "Drop the World" by Lil' Wayne begins playing.
"I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind"
Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a dark purple hoodie and black wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. The EWC Undisputed Championship hangs from his right hand. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stands at the top of the ramp.
"So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fucking head!"
Dominic beats his chest with his left fist and raises the Undisputed Championship in the air with a roar. The crowd boos even louder as he starts to make his way down to the ring. A cocky grin can be seen under the hood of his sweatshirt as he walks down the ramp.
Dobrev: And his opponent... from Aledo, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds... He is the EWC Undisputed Champion! DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!
Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the unadoring crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt, all while holding the Undisputed Championship high in the air. He grins and shakes his head as he moves over to the corner and waits.
Aiello: Dominic has come out by himself! The Limit is no where to be seen; He wants Wolfe all to himself!
DING DING DING
Flames roar up around Sanders and Wolfe, lighting up the entire arena brightly as both men seem unfazed by the light and flames, staring daggers into each other. They then both charge into the center of the ring and collide with each other, trading stiff blows for a brief amount of time. Sanders eventually gains control of the confrontation by grabbing Wolfe, using his size advantage to overpower him by pulling on the right arm and whipping him into one of the turnbuckles, thus setting the flames off around the ring.
Sanders then rushes Wolfe, attempting to hit a clothesline in the corner, but Wolfe moves out of the way, causing Sanders to run into the turnbuckle and setting the flames off again. Wolfe gets behind Sanders, places his hand on the back of his head and shoulders, and attempts to hold Sanders over the rope as the flames start to light up again, but Sanders throws himself back, knocking Wolfe over as the flames again raise up, nearly engulfing Sanders' face.
With Sanders distracted for a brief moment, Wolfe rolls him up from behind and attempts to lock in an STF Cross Face, but Sanders manages to keep the hold from being locked in properly. Wolfe eventually releases the hold and starts to lay right hooks into Sanders' ribs until Sanders manages to shove him off. Both men get back to their feet and rush at each other, colliding in the center of the ring as both men go for a clothesline, connecting with each other with full force, sending the flames high!
Aiello: This has been consistent back and forth action with neither man giving an inch!
Loydson: And Wolfe has already tried to barbecue Sanders' face!
Both men start getting back to their feet, with Sanders being the first man up. As Wolfe stands, Sanders grabs him by the throat and hoists him into the air for a chokeslam, but Wolfe slips from his grip and drops behind him, shoving Sanders forward towards the ropes as the flames rise up again. Sanders stops short, just a couple of inches away from the ropes, but then Wolfe leaps up and dropkicks Sanders in the back, right between the shoulders!
Sanders stumbles forward and into the ropes, but quickly he throws himself down onto the mat as the flames rise, nearly avoiding being burnt again. As Sanders sits up, looking into the flame, Wolfe quickly bounces off from the ropes to avoid the fire that engulfs the ring and connects with another dropkick, this time to Sanders' chest! Wolfe quickly rolls back up to his feet, scooping Sanders up with him as he does, but then just as quickly brings Sanders back down to the mat with a snap slam, the impact setting the flames off once again!
Wolfe then grabs Sanders by the back of the head and tries to shove his face into the flickering flames, but Sanders fights back as best as he can. Wolfe lays a few stiff shots into the back of Sanders' head to daze him a bit and manages to get Sanders' head close to the flames as they go off, just barely licking Sanders' left cheek as they rise up, forcing Sanders' to let out a scream and a shove, finally breaking Wolfe off from him.
Aiello: Oh god! Wolfe just cooked Sanders' face like a pan-seared steak!
Loydson: HOW DARE HE?! DOESN'T LUKE WOLFE UNDERSTAND THAT DOMINIC SANDERS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT MAN IN EWC!
Aiello: The match is still going on Loydson!
Sanders gets back to his feet, holding his cheek while seething at Wolfe. Wolfe chuckles at Sanders, then rushes at him, but Sanders lunges forward and plants his boot between Wolfe's eyes, laying him out with a big boot! Sanders looms after Wolfe as he starts to get to his feet, then reaches down, pulls Wolfe's head under his arm, then plants Wolfe down to the mat with a DDT! Sanders rolls Wolfe onto his back, pulls his head up closer to Sanders' body, and then delivers multiple blows to the head with stiff elbow shots, until Wolfe's eyes seemingly glaze over.
Sanders slams Wolfe's head down to the mat, then takes him by the boot and drags him to the ropes. Sanders pulls on the leg, trying to bring it closer to the flame, but Wolfe starts to kick at Sanders with the other leg, eventually breaking free and scrambling away from the champion. Both men get to their feet, with Wolfe pointing at Sanders' cheek as he is still holding it. Sanders moves his hand and reveals the burn, which is already beginning to blister and turn bright red.
Wolfe then runs at Sanders and attempts to connects with a high knee, but Sanders ducks out of the way! Wolfe rebounds off from the ropes and goes for a flying forearm, but Sanders side-steps out of the way. Wolfe then quickly turns around, leaps off from Sanders and attempts to hit a shining wizard, but Sanders catches Wolfe mid-air, twists the legs, and drops Wolfe down to the mat, locking in the Texas Bluebonnet; Sanders' signature Texas Cloverleaf!
Aiello: He's got the submission locked in, but he can't win that way!
Loydson: Shut Up! Dominic Sanders knows what he's doing! He's out here playing 3D chess while the rest of the World is playing checkers!
Sanders puts an insane amount of pressure onto the legs of Wolfe, showing no signs of relenting at all. Wolfe reaches for the bottom rope, just trying to find something to help him free. Sanders sees Wolfe reaching for the rope, so he starts to attack Wolfe's knee as he applies more pressure to the hold, just adding onto the pain. Wolfe pushes himself up with both arms, holding himself and Sanders up for a moment, before throwing himself forward, grabbing the bottom rope, and then pulling himself and Sanders into it! The flames rise up, which then forces Sanders' to release the hold and move away, but as the flames rise, Wolfe turns his back to the ropes, the flames whipping at his back as they rise.
Wolfe rolls away from the rope, clawing at his back and yelling out in pain as the redness and blisters begin to form, just like the ones on Sanders' cheek. Wolfe gets back to his feet and then just nearly avoids yet another big boot from Sanders, thus leading to a retaliation in the form of a pele kick to the side of Sanders' head, knocking him back into the turnbuckle!
The flames rise up to enormous heights as Wolfe then leaps onto the middle rope, springboards off from it, grabs Sanders, and takes him down with a tornado DDT, setting the flames off again on impact! Wolfe rolls up to his feet and then drops an elbow down onto the chest of Sanders, followed up by multiple rounds of ground and pound action before rolling away again and jumping up to his feet.
Aiello: Sanders had the advantage for a bit but now Wolfe is back on top!
Loydson: Yeah but for how long?! Look at the kid's back, it's cooked almost to medium rare, just the way the Undisputed Champ likes it!
Sanders clambers back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs from his skull, before noticing Wolfe readying another attack. Wolfe rushes forward with an attempt to kick Sanders' head off, but Sanders sits up and avoids the kick. Wolfe turns back to face Sanders, who is back to his feet, then attempts to connect with a roundhouse kick, but Sanders ducks the shot!
Sanders charges Wolfe and attempts a clothesline from hell, but Wolfe rolls out of the way. Wolfe runs at Sanders this time, going for a running super kick at Sanders' jaw, but Sanders ducks down, scoops Wolf up, and tries to connect with the Riptide, but Wolfe manages to flip off from Sanders' shoulders before he can transition the fireman's carry into the backstabber!
Wolfe sprints at Sanders again, this time attempting a dropkick, but Sanders slips under Wolfe, catching him on his shoulder, then slamming him down to the mat with a powerslam, sending the flames into the air again! Sanders scoops Wolfe back up, this time setting up a spinebuster, but Wolfe slips off of the shoulder and behind Sanders, shoving Sanders into the turnbuckle.
Wolfe runs at the ropes, springboards off from them, and attempts a flying crossbody onto Sanders, but Sanders moves out of the way, making Wolfe land onto the top rope! Sanders quickly jumps back into it, grabbing Wolfe by the legs and attempting to dump him onto the apron, but Wolfe holds on. The flames begin to rise as Wolfe tries to fight off the Undisputed Champion, eventually breaking free from Sanders’ grasp. Wolfe then jumps onto the rope and sets himself to springboard from it, but Sanders kicks the top rope, making Wolfe fall with the rope hitting him in the groin, then the flames roar up behind him, catching his backside and igniting his gear! Wolfe falls from the ring and to the floor, trying to pat out the flame as ringside crews rush to his aide!
Sanders charges Wolfe and attempts a clothesline from hell, but Wolfe rolls out of the way. Wolfe runs at Sanders this time, going for a running super kick at Sanders' jaw, but Sanders ducks down, scoops Wolf up, and tries to connect with the Riptide, but Wolfe manages to flip off from Sanders' shoulders before he can transition the fireman's carry into the backstabber!
Wolfe sprints at Sanders again, this time attempting a dropkick, but Sanders slips under Wolfe, catching him on his shoulder, then slamming him down to the mat with a powerslam, sending the flames into the air again! Sanders scoops Wolfe back up, this time setting up a spinebuster, but Wolfe slips off of the shoulder and behind Sanders, shoving Sanders into the turnbuckle.
Wolfe runs at the ropes, springboards off from them, and attempts a flying crossbody onto Sanders, but Sanders moves out of the way, making Wolfe land onto the top rope! Sanders quickly jumps back into it, grabbing Wolfe by the legs and attempting to dump him onto the apron, but Wolfe holds on. The flames begin to rise as Wolfe tries to fight off the Undisputed Champion, eventually breaking free from Sanders’ grasp. Wolfe then jumps onto the rope and sets himself to springboard from it, but Sanders kicks the top rope, making Wolfe fall with the rope hitting him in the groin, then the flames roar up behind him, catching his backside and igniting his gear! Wolfe falls from the ring and to the floor, trying to pat out the flame as ringside crews rush to his aide!
DING DING DING
Dobrev: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … The EWC Undisputed Champion ... DOMINIC SANDERS!
Sanders smiles wide and raises his fist in victory as he watches the ringside crew put the flames out on Wolfe.
Aiello: Wolfe was starting to get control again but all it took was a simple kick to derail Wolfe and send him into the flames!
Loydson: Our champion proves again why he is the best in the World at what he does! They will both have some nasty scars from this match, i'm sure. Dominic should sue Luke Wolfe for damaging his earning potential as the face of EWC!
Aiello: These two just put everything they had into this and had many close calls but in the end ... Sanders has defeated Wolfe, thus ruining Wolfe’s chances at the gold in the future!
The camera cuts backstage where we see Nikki Dupree and Tlatoani Volando watching Xavier Reid as he makes his final preparations for tonight’s Rage in the Cage US Championship match, is back turned away from the pair and the camera
Tlatoani: This is your moment Xavier, the moment YOU wanted, the moment YOU chose. YOU wanted Ace King, YOU wanted to be the man that ends this 581 days US Championship reign well here we are, it’s time. It’s not going to be easy, look at the people that came before you that couldn’t get the job done, you know Ace will fight, crawl, scratch, bleed, do whatever it takes to see tomorrow as US Champion, to keep this streak marching forward...YOU KNOW THIS XAVIER! So the question becomes, what are you willing to do to stop him?
Dupree: Tlatoani is right Xavier, for this is Ace King’s life we are talking about, how far would you go to protect something so dear to you? You know him better than anyone, you know what tonight means to him but I also know what tonight means to YOU. YOU have have wanted this from the moment your paths crossed that night in Greensboro, North Carolina. YOUR paths to this moment started right then and there that night, the moment he decided to give his two cents about you…
Tlatoani: He wanted to put you in your place that night Xavier, show you who the TRUE alpha was around here because he knew you, he knew what you were capable of so he thought he’s cut you down at the knees...but he missed, he only pissed you off that night and sure, all you wanted to do was come in and restart your career here in the EWC with your head down and focused only on the ToP that night the EWC got to see first hand the man that is standing in front of us right now, a man that no matter the stage will not back down. You know what you’re up against tonight, who you’re up against. He’s a goddamn Superman inside that ring and you are stepping inside a sadistic Rage in the Cage where it’s encouraged to try not only to maim your opponent it’s what’s necessary in order to climb up that ladder and take that US Championship…
Dupree: We know this isn’t just another match for you Xavier but it’s not just another match for Ace, this is his chance to shut you up, to leave no doubt that he’s the better man, to get some revenge for your brother, his friend El Pablo...because that’s why this all started...he was defending his friend from the evil Xavier Reid…
Tlatoani: Well...we all thought you were an evil prick at the time...but that’s not the point right no…
Dupree: We wants to beat you so he can put you behind him Xavier, to move on and forget all about you...because with a win tonight that will be his trump card every time you mention his name, ‘I beat you at Hardcore Revolution inside Rage in the Cage’...he will have neutered you Xavier...and there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it…
Tlatoani: This is you one chance Xavier, your one chance at him because after tonight your paths will go in a different direction, win or lose...it ends here tonight inside that cage…
Dupree: He is right, all the build up, all the history it lead us here and it ends here in Dublin, Ireland. One of you will leave this area bloody, beaten but the winner. The one that can look himself in the mirror tomorrow, look past all the cuts, bruises, the stitches and the blood still dripping from your wounds and smile...to take some satisfaction that all this was worth it because you won, you were the better man while the other, he will look himself in that mirror and NOT be able to look past all the cuts, bruises, the stitches and the blood still dripping from your wounds, he will no it was all for nothing...that he was the lesser man the night before and now there isn’t a damn thing he can do about it...don’t allow yourself to be the one standing in front of that mirror with regret tomorrow Xavier...because it will eat away at you until there is nothing left. YOU wanted this, YOU chose to be right here right now facing Ace King so it’s time to go get what YOU wanted…
Tlatoani: One last time Xavier, for all the chips...one last hand
Dupree: The US Championship, the streak...it’s all right in front of you so the question is...are you the man worthy enough to take it all away from him…
Xavier turns to face Nikki and Tlatoani, to face the camera
Reid: I am the only man that can...because Ace I understand what all this means to you...more than ANYONE you’ve ever faced before. I’m the threat you have dreaded since that night in Louisville, Kentucky when you because the US Champion, where this streat started...you knew then that there would come a day when someone would step in front of you who’s will to beat you was greater than your will to retain...well that moment is now...put us inside the Rage in the Cage and allow yourself to think I won’t be ready for it...allow yourself to think that your experience inside it gives you some sort of advantage...it will make beating you all that much more sweeter...my will is greater Ace...my desire to hurt you, to beat you...TO END THIS will allow me to endure whatever you throw at me...whatever you hit me with...because there is no way tonight ends with you winning...there is not way tomorrow begins with you US Champion...582 WILL NOT HAPPEN ACE...I will not allow it…
Xavier looks into the camera, like a crazed animal
Reid: You said I bring the animal out in you like no other good...I want you at your most dangerous because Ace let me let you in on a little secrete...YOU BRING OUT THE WORST IN ME ALSO...there is NOBODY in this company that I want to beat more right now than you...not Dominic...not Cyrus...not Curtis or Kross...not Iggy nor anyone on the Rampage roster...it’s only YOU ACE...my blood boils only for you...so I’m about to be set free inside a cage and told ‘do my worse’...it’s like Christmas morning...I can’t wait to tear into things here tonight but what gets me excited...what gets my blood pumping...what will get me through the worst you can bring at me tonight Ace is this one simple thing…
Xavier takes a step forward so only his face is shown on the screen
Reid: The joy it’s going to bring me to know how much it’s going to suck for you knowing that I WAS THE ONE THAT ENDED THIS FOR YOU...the hate you have towards me...having to wake up tomorrow and knowing it’s over...that the run has been stopped by a man YOU HATE...Ace that thought will allow me to get up off the mat time and time again...no matter what you do to me...that thought of you knowing that it was me that took all this from you...well it’s better than any drug I could take...so enjoy the last few mins of your historic reign and prepare yourself for a world where Ace King is no longer the US Champion...where the clock goes from 581 days as US Champion to day 1 of being a challenger again...BECAUSE IT ALL ENDS TONIGHT!!!!
Xavier shakes the camera and shoves it backwards so that the final view is of the ceiling
MAIN EVENT #2
RAGE IN THE CAGE
XAVIER REID
Vs. ACE KING
Aiello: What a fiery matchup we just saw between our Undisputed Champion and Luke Wolfe, the former Undisputed Champion who looks like he hasn’t missed a beat!
Loydson: Fiery? Really?
Aiello: ...ANYWAY, it’s hard to believe that’s only HALF of tonight’s main event, and what’s coming next… Well, there’s no doubt this has been personal from the get-go.
As the Rage in the Cage structure is lowered into place, Croke Park goes dark as the MacTron suddenly springs to life...
October 30, 2017
UNCENSORED
KFC Yum! Center
Louisville, Kentucky
Jesse Payne: Main Event time!
El Chupacabra: United States Championship up for grabs!
Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following No Rope Barbwire Exploding Ring Death Match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWC United States Championship!
Luke Wolfe, Toni Gunn and Ace King are all shown in a brief montage from this brutal encounter, throwing everything they have at each other.
El Chupacabra: This match is for more than the US Title, it is these three competitors’ proving ground. They are here to prove that they are the top person on our brand.
The three combatants continue to fight, though they’re all out cold with time ticking until the ring explodes...
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Shelley Silver pulls Ace King out of the ring!
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The ring explosion goes off with Toni Gunn and Luke Wolfe still in the ring!
The ref rolls back in and checks on Toni and Luke. The ref throws up an X as Ace King gets in the ring. A pair of EMT's put Luke on a stretcher as Ace picks up Toni and delivers The Pocket Aces!
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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner by Pinfall and NEW EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION ACE KING!!!!!!!!
Jesse Payne: Ace King has done it!
El Chupacabra: We have a new US Champion! What a match!
As Ace holds the United States Championship high above his head, the opening riffs to ‘Warrior’ by Disturbed play.
Footage of BRAWL #538 from Paradise, Nevada plays, with Xavier Reid and Jon Spartan standing in the ring, Reid holding his contract briefcase…
Jon Spartan: There is no more fitting of a phrase than ‘Dealer’s Choice’ Xavier, YOU get to name the champion of your choosing for Hardcore Revolution.
Xavier Reid: Ace King...
Highlights of Ace’s six previous United States Championship defences and marquee matches are shown, along with a fast-running counter of the days ‘The Gambler’ has been United States Champion for, eventually stopping at 582 going into tonight. The headlines, Tweets, and Fighter Talk posts surrounding Ace’s record-breaking reign flash up on the screen before the end to Ace’s Iron Man Match with Reginald Dampshaw III at StrangleMania XIV is shown…
Nina Dobrev: Ladies and gentlemen, thirty-minutes have past and we are tied 3-3... This is now sudden death. The next fall of any kind will result in a winner being declared!
Neither man moves, the audience is dead silent... John Dean looks around before beginning his ten count. But Ace and Reginald are both getting up, both looking determined to see this through.
They rush into each other, Dampshaw dropping Ace with a jab to the temple and Ace coming back with a chop-block into Dampshaw's leg! Dampshaw screams in pain as Ace drags him up and then stomps hard into the leg knee before pulling Dampshaw up onto his shoulders in a torture rack! Ace stumbles forward and can't get a perfect landing but Reginald still lands head first into the canvas with the Blackjack Bomb. Ace makes a deadweight cover.
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Nina Dobrev: Ladies and gentlemen, following a pinfall in sudden death... Your winner, the FN'R 2019 United States Championship Tournament winner and STILL United States Champion... ACE KING!
Joe Aiello: Ace did it! He did it! Ace has retained his championship! What an unbelievable match .. his streak continues .. this is .. what a moment .. what an incredible moment .. Ace King has defied the odds and is still our United States Champion. Just .. wow. Wow.
Meanwhile, not long after that, Xavier is seen fighting Dominic Sanders for the Undisputed Championship inside Hell In A Cell in the night’s main event. We see Reid climbing up the Cell wall, getting about halfway up before Sanders is up to a knee.
As Sanders gets to his feet, Reid reaches the top of the Cell and stands up to his feet. He looks down at Sanders and taunts him to come join him at the top. Sanders nods his bloody head and grabs ahold of the Cell. He begins climbing up, himself!
Reid backs up towards the middle of the Cell waiting for Sanders to join him. Sanders finally reaches the top and pulls himself up to his feet. Sanders walks slowly up to Reid, the two of them now face to face talking trash on top of the Cell.
Finally, the tension explodes as the two of them start slugging it out at the top. A right by Reid. A right by Sanders. A right by Reid. A right by Sanders. A right by Reid. A right by Sanders. Reid is teetering. Sanders lunges with another right hand. Reid ducks. X-ECUTION!
It’s never been smooth sailing for Ace and Xavier, as evidenced by their very first meeting at FSW #45 in Greensboro, North Carolina…
Ace King: I see a man who knows that, no matter what he does, he can't escape that shadow. That's part of why you came back, right? Validation? Making up for lost time?
Xavier Reid: Well looky here, Ace King playing armchair shrink…thinking that he knows me…what I’ve been through and who I am…it’s cute really…I mean I see your mouth moving but it’s like I’m hearing my brothers words coming out of your mouth Ace…
Ace King: When you want to throw your words away and let actions speak louder... You know where to find me.
Ace's smirk gives way to a stone-faced expression before taking his leave. Xavier watches as Ace turns the corner and walks out of sight…
Highlights of the parallels in Ace and Xavier’s early careers are shown, with a number of contrasting shots of Ace and PRIME’s El Pablo as a tag team in their CZW days while Xavier sought revenge on his half-brother throughout their shared tenure in CZW, UKWF, and EWA, all the way up to their clash on PRIME at Royal Albert Hall.
Ace King: “I know you’re going to take the fight to me however you can; I’m well aware of how you see me, and I’m going to be ready for you. It’s just that there have been so many who’ve tried talking a big game against me… What makes you different, Reid? What’s going to make you the exception, rather than the rule? Did you see what Jason J. Hunter and Otaki, both former FSW Champions in their own right, have done to me and just assume that you could do even worse? Or that, just because of your preceding reputation, you can beat me into a pulp without breaking a sweat? News flash: It’s not going down like that … None of this should be a surprise to you, Xavier, because if you know me as well as you think you do, you’ll know I’m not afraid to take things wherever they need to go in the name of emerging victorious; it’s in our blood, after all.”
Xavier Reid: “I know who and what Ace King is not only to Rampage but to the EWC and I will take great pride and bringing it all down in one night...stack the odds against me...make me beat the unbeatable twice in one night...try your best to cover his ass for the lucky punch thrown that ends championships...I don’t care...I am walking into Rampage to end Ace King...to end the fairy tail once and for all and to leave your star a bloody and beaten mess...so write your articles...say that I’m the dead man walking...that I have no shot...I’m not going to sit here and rip off cute little catch phrase others might...tell you any man with two hands or whatever that shit is...I’m going to look you in the eyes and tell you...Xavier Reid is going to beat Ace King at Rampage this week...that I’m going to walk into his house and beat his ass where he sleeps and when that bell rings you will ALL give me the respect I deserve around here…Champion versus Champion...you understand that right...WE ARE BOTH CHAMPIONS...and it’s about damn time people sit up and realize that…”
Footage from Ace and Reid’s vicious Three Stages of Hell encounter on Rampage #434 in Amsterdam is shown, with Reid and Ace splitting the first two pinfalls force a tiebreaker inside Hell in a Cell…
Jesse Payne: I have no idea how either of these two are still going!
El Chupacabra: The will to win and be the better man!
The finish to this match see Ace sets up for a victory roll, but Xavier blocks before spinning Ace around. Xavier runs at the other corner and nails an X-Ploder! Ace stumbles to his feet and Xavier goes for a springboard cutter, but Ace catches Xavier on his shoulders and Blackjack Bomb!!!!!!! Ace covers!!!
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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is the winner of this match Ace King!!!!
Jesse Payne: What the hell?
El Chupacabra: Ace King won the match that is what the hell. Great job by Ace!
Jesse Payne: What a show!
A weary Ace rolls out of the ring to celebrate, though a fire burns in Reid’s eyes as he stares right through the United States Champion.
Xavier Reid: “And to put doubt into your head Ace...because I know I can beat you...you know I can beat you...I have held your shoulder down for a three count and I will do it again...and at Uprising it will get me more than just the opening fall...this time...it will give me what I want most in this world...a win over you…”
Ace King: “You can try to convince the world I’m losing my grip, Xavier, but really? I’m more motivated than I’ve been in a LONG time … The spotlight will be on us, and like you, I don’t believe in moral victories. You’ll get my best, no questions asked… While my best is solid, it would never be good enough to consider myself Untouchable … You labeled me a choke artist before Rampage. What happened? … I made you choke on your words, and I’ll have no problem doing so again.”
The main event of Uprising #4 in Daly City pitted Ace against Xavier, in the midst of his reign as FSW Champion, with both men putting every bit of power and passion into each move. Xavier grabs Ace and powerfully slings him at the ropes and runs after him with a hard hand sending him over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Xavier is trying to gain a little bit of breathe as Ace gets to his feet. Xavier runs and dives through the ropes hitting Ace hard. As the referee begins to count.
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Xavier is back to his knees using the ring to pull himself up. Ace is still moving slowly, and as Reid goes to climb back into the ring Ace grabs his leg out from under him. This sends Reid's face of the apron and to the ground.
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Ace gets his bearings straight and makes his way towards the ring. A worn down Xavier sees this and gets to his feet.
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As Ace pulls his body onto the outer edge of the ring, Xavier expends the rest of his energy to run and uses the ring stairs to propel his body into the air and hits a not so body friendly X-Marks the Spot and both men violently crash to the ground outside the ring.
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Jackson: Xavier just risked his own body to prevent Ace from getting an easy count out victory.
Hunter: Also costing him the match as well.
Calloway: I always told you I wasn't sure about him.
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Stan Gordon: The match has ended in a draw as both men were counted out!
As both men slowly get their wits about them again, it’s clear neither one is happy with the end result.
Xavier Reid: “I have had to live under Ace King’s shadow not just here in EWC...but for the betterment of my career...he was a ghost that haunted me in other companies but cast the largest of shadows over me the second I walked back into the EWC...I thought facing you...beating you would save him from the cold but I came up short...and your shadow grew even larger...but as his shadow grows so does the questions surrounding Ace...how many times has he been right here...knocking on the doorstep of the Undisputed Championship only to see another claim it...people are saying this will be his time...that this is the one but what happened when he fails yet again...when it’s another getting their hand raised and handed the belt he so wants...will that shadow creep back into the corner…”
Ace King: “I’ve held firm in believing you don’t fit the Future Stars archetype; you’re more than capable of standing on your own and trading blows with anybody, regardless of brand … And yet, for everything you’ve thrown at me, you never could put me away completely, could you? … We’re certainly not strangers to each other, Xavier, so I know the threat you present within a structure as sinister as the Insanity Cage… And you know goddamn well what I can do.”
Highlights from the Night of Champions XV Insanity Cage Match are shown; Ace and Xavier were almost magnetically drawn to one another throughout the match, with each match throwing everything they had at the other in the name of a chance to be crowned Undisputed Champion, an honour ultimately claimed by Candy.
Ace King: “Xavier only ever saw me as an El Pablo mannequin, but I showed him I’m very much my own man. He might be the only one with more in his mind than me lately; losing the FSW Championship to Smokey Jones, falling short at Night of Champions like I did… now, the prospect of ending his Wile E. Coyote-like pursuit of his superior half-brother? I don’t know how he can be focused on the end prize, though I’d be foolish to write him off the way many have done to me.”
Xavier Reid: “On paper Ace King is a threat but it’s like everyone is writing him off this year...maybe we have reached a time where Ace King in another main event makes people physically ill...that the mere thought of him getting another Undisputed Championship match makes some want to riot but if anyone thinks that Ace can’t go back to back then you are delusional and are lying to yourself in an attempt to cover up your own flaws…”
A month later, both Ace and Xavier find themselves in the 2018 Rumble in the Bronx, with both men making it to the final stages of the match, with the Hammerstein Ballroom booing furiously as Reid eliminates Kyle Gautier by throwing him over the top rope!
Kyle Gautier has been eliminated by Xavier Reid!
Robina Hood runs and immediately clotheslines Xavier Reid over the top rope!
FBI: And there’s the trifecta! She’s eliminated three of the top stars in FSW!
Colin Hanks: No, no! Look!
Reid has a hold of the top rope and his feet dangle close to the floor, but they do not hit! Robina tries to unlock Reid’s grip from the ropes, but she’s struggling to do so! Ace King is slowly up to his feet. He sees Sebastian in one corner gaining his breath and Sanders starting to slowly stir. He runs over and dropkicks Robina in the back, knocking her right into Xavier Reid! He loses grip in one hand and is dangling dangerously close to elimination. King delivers a swift kick to Xavier’s elbow, bending it backwards and causing him to lose his grip! Reid falls to the floor!
Xavier Reid has been eliminated by Ace King!
Xavier Reid: “Something Ace King has done very well as the US Champion...he gets people early before they become real threats to him and kills their momentum in their tracks...I mean why do they deserve a championship match when they can’t beat him in a non-title match right...he eliminated the treats before they really become threats...and at Brawl he gets the chance to do that on a CHAMPIONSHIP level...he can say ‘I’M THE BEST OF THE BEST’ and make a statement that it should be him challenging Dominic Sanders for the Undisputed Championship and who could dispute that right...he would have beaten the International and X-Division Champion…”
Ace King: “From the moment you were born, you’ve always been in somebody else’s shadow, and no matter how hard you try or what you do, deep down, you know you’ll never completely escape that reality of being… Well… the reality of being the other guy … Sure, you won the X-Division Championship from Rob Garcia last week… Having watched it in person, I’ll say it was an impressive performance, and I certainly respect the accomplishment. However, the smokescreen from that triumph isn’t quite thick enough to make me believe you’ve finally become your own man … Nobody’s ever questioned your talent, but it’s been so misguided time and time again that I’m not sure things will ever align perfectly for you.”
The opener to BRAWL #529 was a spirited contest involving Xavier, then the X-Division Champion, then-International Champion Iggy Swango and Ace in an all-Champions Triple Threat contested under X-Division Rules, where Ace is seen clutching desperately to a railing...
Max Carter: Holy crap! Ace King is hanging on for dear life!
Steve Bennett: That sumbitch better not let go or else he’s going to find himself in a lot of pain!
Reid gets up to his feet and grabs Swango. He throws her hard into the bathroom of the suite and slams the door shut. He grabs a chair and jams the door with it to keep Swango in for as long as possible. He looks over at King, who has managed to climb himself back up to hang on by his elbows. His legs still dangle over the edge. Reid comes over and laughs as King. He drives a boot into the left elbow of King, causing Ace to slip and Ace is now holding on by only his hands again. Reid looks over and sees a tray of chicken fingers. He grabs the tray and dumps the fingers out onto the ground. He lifts it up and brings it down hard across King’s knuckles. King loses his grip and falls fifteen feet, crashing down through an EWC merchandise table!
Joe Aiello: GOOD GOD! ACE KING FELL! HE FELL RIGHT THROUGH THAT TABLE!
Steve Bennett: That’s it. That sumbitch is dead!
The crowd goes nuts as Xavier Reid looks down over the edge at a motionless Ace King. He smiles wide and begins to climb up onto the railing.
Max Carter: No. No Xavier. Don’t do it.
Steve Bennett: Do it you crazy bastard! Do it!
Reid stands on the railing and looks behind him. Iggy Swango bursts out of the bathroom and starts to walk quickly at Reid. Reid laughs and turns, jumps, and nails Ace King with X Marks The Spot from fifteen feet high!!!
Max Carter: Oh my God!
Reid goes limp on top of Ace King. Swango looks over the edge in disbelief. EWC officials rush up the stands and towards Ace King. The entire crowd is buzzing.
Joe Aiello: Folks, I don’t know that we are going to have an end to this match. Ace King and Xavier Reid are both motionless right now.
EMTs and EWC officials arrive on the scene. Xavier Reid slowly rolls over onto his side, reaches up, and grabs one of the officials by the collar. He brings the man in close to his face before growling at him.
Xavier Reid: FUCKING... COUNT... THE THREE…
The officials look stunned but one drops down to his hands and knees as Reid lays limp on top of King.
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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... the EWC X-Division Champion... Xavier Reid!
Joe Aiello: Well, Jessica just announced him the winner. But I'm not so sure anyone was the winner tonight.
Ace King: ““For the longest time, your obsession… Your raison d’être… Was to avenge the years of being overshadowed … You finally got what you wanted, and for one night, you showed you were the better brother… But now what? Sure, you did the best you could to take the Undisputed Championship from Dominic Sanders at StrangleMania, but did you really? Can you really say that?”
Xavier Reid: “And it pains me to say I’m envious of him...because let’s face it I can’t stand the guy...there are issues between Ace and I that go way back...maybe in a different life we could have been friends but that ship has long sailed...fighting for his respect and friendship has been replaced by wanting to fight him to be the guy that ENDS everything for him...I made no secret I wanted to be the guy from Brawl that faced off against Ace King for the US Championship, it was 100% for my own selfish reasons...I own that...it wasn’t about being the guy that brought that championship to Brawl...sure it would have been cool but I wanted to be the one that ended Ace’s run...for me...so I could stand there and say ‘Yeah I was the one that did that”...envy...yeah I know it’s a sin…”
We jump forward to Rampage #451 in Raleigh, where Ace and Xavier found themselves in a Triple Threat Falls Count Anywhere main event also featuring the FSW Champion, Stitches. It’s another bloodbath, complete with King attempting to main Reid with a golf buggy!
Reid jumps out of the way as the golf buggy just misses him, and at the same time King leaps from the buggy and lands straight on top of Reid. The buggy crashes into the wall as both men start pummeling into each other on the floor with their fists. Reid headbutts King, stunning him and allowing Reid to lock in X’ed Out! As Reid applies as much pressure as possible, King scrambles to break free but starts to fade. Reid shouts “GO TO SLEEP YOU SON OF A BIT*H”. King is determined not to tap but it looks like he’s nearly out cold and Reid knows it. Out of nowhere Stitches smashes a glass bottle over Reid head forcing Reid to break the submission.
Reid is stunned as Stitches pulls him up to his feet. With an evil smile, Stitches runs Reid head into the popcorn machine at the kiosk. As Reid’s head connects with the machine the glass shatters and his head goes straight throw it. Stitches looks pleased with himself as he bends down to pick King up suddenly the U.S champ comes to life. King swipes Stitches legs from underneath him then. Once on the floor King grabs a hold of Stitches and locks the All-In submission on him! Stitches struggles to get free as King squeezes the air from his lungs. Stitches eventually passes out and the referee calls for the match to end!!!
Grizzly Duggan: These three men went to war tonight but Ace King yet again proved why he’s been on top for so long!
The video cuts to Ace making his way out to the ring at BRAWL #538 to respond to Xavier calling him out for Hardcore Revolution…
Ace King: Any time we’ve faced off, it’s been damaging to both of us. Three Stages Of Hell… Last Man Standing… Falls Count Anywhere… X-Division Rules… It’s clear that the confines of a normal match can’t contain us.
Xavier is glued to Ace as a smile appears on his face.
Ace King: Therefore, this can’t just be a normal match. So, how about this? Ace King… Xavier Reid… Hardcore Revolution in Dublin… Rage in the Cage…
The Vegas crowd explodes at the suggestion, with Xavier nodding at Ace...
Xavier Reid: “Every time your face is in front of a camera you give us a new ‘Ace record’ be it the 500 plus days you’ve been US Champion or the fact you got your 50th career win here in the EWC...well 51 now after Rampage...that you have held the US Championship longer than anyone else has ever held any other championship here in the EWC...and I know the comeback… ‘Xavier if you had done ANY of that you would be doing the same thing’... ‘you’d be screaming from the hilltops just how GREAT you are’...and you’re right but that’s me...it’s expected of me right...but not of Ace ‘Fucking’ King...he’s an everyday kind of guy...he’s relatable to the average joe because he’s just like them right...jesus fucking open your eyes people...Ace isn’t one of you nor does he want to be like you...he wants to be a star...the star he is...he’s so desperate for your love and attention that he tells you why you should love him...he does so like a actress gives the interviewer her bust size without them even asking...because he needs the attention...out of fear it will go to another…”
Ace King: “Reid has a bloodlust he needs to satiate, especially pertaining to anyone with a hint of a connection toward his half-brother. Throw in the fact that he’s one of my best friends, and I’m basically a proxy. As much as he wants to put on a brave face, he’ll never get over that … If he didn’t hate me enough before, being Luke’s Chosen One certainly couldn’t help. So, this is something we need to settle one way or another, and I can’t think of a better place to do it than Rage in the Cage, where his blind hatred for me can manifest itself once and for all … Very rarely are you at a loss for words, particularly when it’s something you’re passionate about, or perhaps especially, when it’s something that’s gotten under your skin, which is what my very presence in EWC does to you, doesn’t it? Hell, you’ve practically admitted that you’ll stop at nothing to take what I hold dear …”
Footage from Ace and Xavier’s final pre-Hardcore Revolution encounter, BRAWL #539 in Los Angeles, shows the pair fighting each other at different points in the match, with Xavier seemingly always getting the upper hand on ‘The Gambler,’ punctuated by a victory in the Tag Team Main Event for Xavier and his partner, Cyrus Black, over Ace and Dominic Sanders.
Ace King: “We both know this will be the fight of our lives, but at the end of the night, can you tell me who will have really won? … If you’re somehow successful in vanquishing what you perceive to be this demon haunting your mind and taking the United States Championship, will it really have been worth it? Because I think you know that, in order to accomplish that task, you’re going to have to do everything short of ripping my heart out of my chest with your bare fucking hands, and even then, I’ll STILL find a way to get up and keep fighting … Even though this is more about blood than sport, you’d best be ready to wipe even more tears of disappointment away, because I fully intend to eat and drink while your dream of dethroning me and becoming the new United States Champion will die.”
Xavier Reid: “I bring out the animal in you right...you don’t know what it is about me that gets to you...really...with everyone else you’ve faced you were able to sit there like at a poker table with that stone cold face...showing no tell whatsoever but with me I get under that unflappable skin of yours Ace...I needle you into doing something reckless...you could have said no to my challenge...you could have...you had every right to play your trump card and say ‘hey...I won the right to name my next opponent and Brawl already had Antoni as it’s one challenger’...you could have taken your case to Delaney and there wouldn’t have been a damn thing Spartan or I could have done about it...the US Championship is still under the authority of Rampage but you said yes...and why...because you want to shut me up...once and for all...it kills you when I bring up what happened at Brawl...the fact I beat you in that first fall in Amsterdam...you can handle defeat...you can stomach it when it’s someone like Candy or Sebastian...those are honorable defeats and deep down you respect them...you don’t respect me and how could you...I’m a asshole and every time I bring those nights up it eats at you and you want nothing more than to shut my mouth...to end ANY speculation that I might be in your league or god forbid might be better than you...I hit a nerve inside you Ace that nobody else is able to hit and that’s why I bring the animal out in you...because where I might not be able to control MY own emotions I’m fucking able to tap into YOURS like no other has been able to do…”
The final piece of footage is of Ace and Xavier staring each other down at BRAWL #538, eventually fading into a live shot of the United States Championship suspended from the top of the Rage in the Cage structure.
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Jesse Payne: Main Event time!
El Chupacabra: United States Championship up for grabs!
Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following No Rope Barbwire Exploding Ring Death Match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWC United States Championship!
Luke Wolfe, Toni Gunn and Ace King are all shown in a brief montage from this brutal encounter, throwing everything they have at each other.
El Chupacabra: This match is for more than the US Title, it is these three competitors’ proving ground. They are here to prove that they are the top person on our brand.
The three combatants continue to fight, though they’re all out cold with time ticking until the ring explodes...
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The ring explosion goes off with Toni Gunn and Luke Wolfe still in the ring!
The ref rolls back in and checks on Toni and Luke. The ref throws up an X as Ace King gets in the ring. A pair of EMT's put Luke on a stretcher as Ace picks up Toni and delivers The Pocket Aces!
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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner by Pinfall and NEW EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION ACE KING!!!!!!!!
Jesse Payne: Ace King has done it!
El Chupacabra: We have a new US Champion! What a match!
As Ace holds the United States Championship high above his head, the opening riffs to ‘Warrior’ by Disturbed play.
I am now an instrument of violence, I am a vessel of invincibility
I cannot leave this undecided, stepping down to battle another day
Footage of BRAWL #538 from Paradise, Nevada plays, with Xavier Reid and Jon Spartan standing in the ring, Reid holding his contract briefcase…
Jon Spartan: There is no more fitting of a phrase than ‘Dealer’s Choice’ Xavier, YOU get to name the champion of your choosing for Hardcore Revolution.
Xavier Reid: Ace King...
Remember me for all time, this determination is a vital part of me
Surrender now or be counted, with the endless masses that I will defeat
Highlights of Ace’s six previous United States Championship defences and marquee matches are shown, along with a fast-running counter of the days ‘The Gambler’ has been United States Champion for, eventually stopping at 582 going into tonight. The headlines, Tweets, and Fighter Talk posts surrounding Ace’s record-breaking reign flash up on the screen before the end to Ace’s Iron Man Match with Reginald Dampshaw III at StrangleMania XIV is shown…
Nina Dobrev: Ladies and gentlemen, thirty-minutes have past and we are tied 3-3... This is now sudden death. The next fall of any kind will result in a winner being declared!
DING DING DING!!!
Neither man moves, the audience is dead silent... John Dean looks around before beginning his ten count. But Ace and Reginald are both getting up, both looking determined to see this through.
They rush into each other, Dampshaw dropping Ace with a jab to the temple and Ace coming back with a chop-block into Dampshaw's leg! Dampshaw screams in pain as Ace drags him up and then stomps hard into the leg knee before pulling Dampshaw up onto his shoulders in a torture rack! Ace stumbles forward and can't get a perfect landing but Reginald still lands head first into the canvas with the Blackjack Bomb. Ace makes a deadweight cover.
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Nina Dobrev: Ladies and gentlemen, following a pinfall in sudden death... Your winner, the FN'R 2019 United States Championship Tournament winner and STILL United States Champion... ACE KING!
Joe Aiello: Ace did it! He did it! Ace has retained his championship! What an unbelievable match .. his streak continues .. this is .. what a moment .. what an incredible moment .. Ace King has defied the odds and is still our United States Champion. Just .. wow. Wow.
Meanwhile, not long after that, Xavier is seen fighting Dominic Sanders for the Undisputed Championship inside Hell In A Cell in the night’s main event. We see Reid climbing up the Cell wall, getting about halfway up before Sanders is up to a knee.
As Sanders gets to his feet, Reid reaches the top of the Cell and stands up to his feet. He looks down at Sanders and taunts him to come join him at the top. Sanders nods his bloody head and grabs ahold of the Cell. He begins climbing up, himself!
Reid backs up towards the middle of the Cell waiting for Sanders to join him. Sanders finally reaches the top and pulls himself up to his feet. Sanders walks slowly up to Reid, the two of them now face to face talking trash on top of the Cell.
THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!
THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!
THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!
THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!
Finally, the tension explodes as the two of them start slugging it out at the top. A right by Reid. A right by Sanders. A right by Reid. A right by Sanders. A right by Reid. A right by Sanders. Reid is teetering. Sanders lunges with another right hand. Reid ducks. X-ECUTION!
Come on bring it, don't sing it
Better believe it
Broken down till your hope has died
Beat down till victory's mine
It’s never been smooth sailing for Ace and Xavier, as evidenced by their very first meeting at FSW #45 in Greensboro, North Carolina…
Ace King: I see a man who knows that, no matter what he does, he can't escape that shadow. That's part of why you came back, right? Validation? Making up for lost time?
Xavier Reid: Well looky here, Ace King playing armchair shrink…thinking that he knows me…what I’ve been through and who I am…it’s cute really…I mean I see your mouth moving but it’s like I’m hearing my brothers words coming out of your mouth Ace…
Ace King: When you want to throw your words away and let actions speak louder... You know where to find me.
Ace's smirk gives way to a stone-faced expression before taking his leave. Xavier watches as Ace turns the corner and walks out of sight…
Stand up and show me some pride
And now, are you ready?
Highlights of the parallels in Ace and Xavier’s early careers are shown, with a number of contrasting shots of Ace and PRIME’s El Pablo as a tag team in their CZW days while Xavier sought revenge on his half-brother throughout their shared tenure in CZW, UKWF, and EWA, all the way up to their clash on PRIME at Royal Albert Hall.
I'm the one with the warrior inside
My dominance can't be denied
Your entire world will turn into a battlefield tonight
Ace King: “I know you’re going to take the fight to me however you can; I’m well aware of how you see me, and I’m going to be ready for you. It’s just that there have been so many who’ve tried talking a big game against me… What makes you different, Reid? What’s going to make you the exception, rather than the rule? Did you see what Jason J. Hunter and Otaki, both former FSW Champions in their own right, have done to me and just assume that you could do even worse? Or that, just because of your preceding reputation, you can beat me into a pulp without breaking a sweat? News flash: It’s not going down like that … None of this should be a surprise to you, Xavier, because if you know me as well as you think you do, you’ll know I’m not afraid to take things wherever they need to go in the name of emerging victorious; it’s in our blood, after all.”
Xavier Reid: “I know who and what Ace King is not only to Rampage but to the EWC and I will take great pride and bringing it all down in one night...stack the odds against me...make me beat the unbeatable twice in one night...try your best to cover his ass for the lucky punch thrown that ends championships...I don’t care...I am walking into Rampage to end Ace King...to end the fairy tail once and for all and to leave your star a bloody and beaten mess...so write your articles...say that I’m the dead man walking...that I have no shot...I’m not going to sit here and rip off cute little catch phrase others might...tell you any man with two hands or whatever that shit is...I’m going to look you in the eyes and tell you...Xavier Reid is going to beat Ace King at Rampage this week...that I’m going to walk into his house and beat his ass where he sleeps and when that bell rings you will ALL give me the respect I deserve around here…Champion versus Champion...you understand that right...WE ARE BOTH CHAMPIONS...and it’s about damn time people sit up and realize that…”
Footage from Ace and Reid’s vicious Three Stages of Hell encounter on Rampage #434 in Amsterdam is shown, with Reid and Ace splitting the first two pinfalls force a tiebreaker inside Hell in a Cell…
Jesse Payne: I have no idea how either of these two are still going!
El Chupacabra: The will to win and be the better man!
The finish to this match see Ace sets up for a victory roll, but Xavier blocks before spinning Ace around. Xavier runs at the other corner and nails an X-Ploder! Ace stumbles to his feet and Xavier goes for a springboard cutter, but Ace catches Xavier on his shoulders and Blackjack Bomb!!!!!!! Ace covers!!!
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DING DING DING!!!
Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is the winner of this match Ace King!!!!
Jesse Payne: What the hell?
El Chupacabra: Ace King won the match that is what the hell. Great job by Ace!
Jesse Payne: What a show!
A weary Ace rolls out of the ring to celebrate, though a fire burns in Reid’s eyes as he stares right through the United States Champion.
As I look upon you, through the warrior's eyes now
I can see the fear
That will ensure my victory this time
Xavier Reid: “And to put doubt into your head Ace...because I know I can beat you...you know I can beat you...I have held your shoulder down for a three count and I will do it again...and at Uprising it will get me more than just the opening fall...this time...it will give me what I want most in this world...a win over you…”
Ace King: “You can try to convince the world I’m losing my grip, Xavier, but really? I’m more motivated than I’ve been in a LONG time … The spotlight will be on us, and like you, I don’t believe in moral victories. You’ll get my best, no questions asked… While my best is solid, it would never be good enough to consider myself Untouchable … You labeled me a choke artist before Rampage. What happened? … I made you choke on your words, and I’ll have no problem doing so again.”
The main event of Uprising #4 in Daly City pitted Ace against Xavier, in the midst of his reign as FSW Champion, with both men putting every bit of power and passion into each move. Xavier grabs Ace and powerfully slings him at the ropes and runs after him with a hard hand sending him over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Xavier is trying to gain a little bit of breathe as Ace gets to his feet. Xavier runs and dives through the ropes hitting Ace hard. As the referee begins to count.
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Xavier is back to his knees using the ring to pull himself up. Ace is still moving slowly, and as Reid goes to climb back into the ring Ace grabs his leg out from under him. This sends Reid's face of the apron and to the ground.
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An angry Ace looks to end the match as he hoists Xavier to his shoulders and connects on a Blackjack Bomb, leaving both men motionless outside the ring.
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Ace gets his bearings straight and makes his way towards the ring. A worn down Xavier sees this and gets to his feet.
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As Ace pulls his body onto the outer edge of the ring, Xavier expends the rest of his energy to run and uses the ring stairs to propel his body into the air and hits a not so body friendly X-Marks the Spot and both men violently crash to the ground outside the ring.
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Jackson: Xavier just risked his own body to prevent Ace from getting an easy count out victory.
Hunter: Also costing him the match as well.
Calloway: I always told you I wasn't sure about him.
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The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Stan Gordon: The match has ended in a draw as both men were counted out!
As both men slowly get their wits about them again, it’s clear neither one is happy with the end result.
I can't be told to compromise this
They'll never doubt the body lying at my feet
A most formidable reminder
They will speak my name for eternity
Xavier Reid: “I have had to live under Ace King’s shadow not just here in EWC...but for the betterment of my career...he was a ghost that haunted me in other companies but cast the largest of shadows over me the second I walked back into the EWC...I thought facing you...beating you would save him from the cold but I came up short...and your shadow grew even larger...but as his shadow grows so does the questions surrounding Ace...how many times has he been right here...knocking on the doorstep of the Undisputed Championship only to see another claim it...people are saying this will be his time...that this is the one but what happened when he fails yet again...when it’s another getting their hand raised and handed the belt he so wants...will that shadow creep back into the corner…”
Ace King: “I’ve held firm in believing you don’t fit the Future Stars archetype; you’re more than capable of standing on your own and trading blows with anybody, regardless of brand … And yet, for everything you’ve thrown at me, you never could put me away completely, could you? … We’re certainly not strangers to each other, Xavier, so I know the threat you present within a structure as sinister as the Insanity Cage… And you know goddamn well what I can do.”
Highlights from the Night of Champions XV Insanity Cage Match are shown; Ace and Xavier were almost magnetically drawn to one another throughout the match, with each match throwing everything they had at the other in the name of a chance to be crowned Undisputed Champion, an honour ultimately claimed by Candy.
I have no need of any guidance
I am a weapon, powerful beyond belief
Seen through the warrior's eyes
I never need to question how to defeat you
Ace King: “Xavier only ever saw me as an El Pablo mannequin, but I showed him I’m very much my own man. He might be the only one with more in his mind than me lately; losing the FSW Championship to Smokey Jones, falling short at Night of Champions like I did… now, the prospect of ending his Wile E. Coyote-like pursuit of his superior half-brother? I don’t know how he can be focused on the end prize, though I’d be foolish to write him off the way many have done to me.”
Xavier Reid: “On paper Ace King is a threat but it’s like everyone is writing him off this year...maybe we have reached a time where Ace King in another main event makes people physically ill...that the mere thought of him getting another Undisputed Championship match makes some want to riot but if anyone thinks that Ace can’t go back to back then you are delusional and are lying to yourself in an attempt to cover up your own flaws…”
A month later, both Ace and Xavier find themselves in the 2018 Rumble in the Bronx, with both men making it to the final stages of the match, with the Hammerstein Ballroom booing furiously as Reid eliminates Kyle Gautier by throwing him over the top rope!
Kyle Gautier has been eliminated by Xavier Reid!
Robina Hood runs and immediately clotheslines Xavier Reid over the top rope!
FBI: And there’s the trifecta! She’s eliminated three of the top stars in FSW!
Colin Hanks: No, no! Look!
Reid has a hold of the top rope and his feet dangle close to the floor, but they do not hit! Robina tries to unlock Reid’s grip from the ropes, but she’s struggling to do so! Ace King is slowly up to his feet. He sees Sebastian in one corner gaining his breath and Sanders starting to slowly stir. He runs over and dropkicks Robina in the back, knocking her right into Xavier Reid! He loses grip in one hand and is dangling dangerously close to elimination. King delivers a swift kick to Xavier’s elbow, bending it backwards and causing him to lose his grip! Reid falls to the floor!
Xavier Reid has been eliminated by Ace King!
Come on bring it, don't sing it
Better believe it
Broken down till your hope has died
Beat down till victory's mine
Stand up and show me some pride
And now, are you ready?
Xavier Reid: “Something Ace King has done very well as the US Champion...he gets people early before they become real threats to him and kills their momentum in their tracks...I mean why do they deserve a championship match when they can’t beat him in a non-title match right...he eliminated the treats before they really become threats...and at Brawl he gets the chance to do that on a CHAMPIONSHIP level...he can say ‘I’M THE BEST OF THE BEST’ and make a statement that it should be him challenging Dominic Sanders for the Undisputed Championship and who could dispute that right...he would have beaten the International and X-Division Champion…”
Ace King: “From the moment you were born, you’ve always been in somebody else’s shadow, and no matter how hard you try or what you do, deep down, you know you’ll never completely escape that reality of being… Well… the reality of being the other guy … Sure, you won the X-Division Championship from Rob Garcia last week… Having watched it in person, I’ll say it was an impressive performance, and I certainly respect the accomplishment. However, the smokescreen from that triumph isn’t quite thick enough to make me believe you’ve finally become your own man … Nobody’s ever questioned your talent, but it’s been so misguided time and time again that I’m not sure things will ever align perfectly for you.”
The opener to BRAWL #529 was a spirited contest involving Xavier, then the X-Division Champion, then-International Champion Iggy Swango and Ace in an all-Champions Triple Threat contested under X-Division Rules, where Ace is seen clutching desperately to a railing...
Max Carter: Holy crap! Ace King is hanging on for dear life!
Steve Bennett: That sumbitch better not let go or else he’s going to find himself in a lot of pain!
Reid gets up to his feet and grabs Swango. He throws her hard into the bathroom of the suite and slams the door shut. He grabs a chair and jams the door with it to keep Swango in for as long as possible. He looks over at King, who has managed to climb himself back up to hang on by his elbows. His legs still dangle over the edge. Reid comes over and laughs as King. He drives a boot into the left elbow of King, causing Ace to slip and Ace is now holding on by only his hands again. Reid looks over and sees a tray of chicken fingers. He grabs the tray and dumps the fingers out onto the ground. He lifts it up and brings it down hard across King’s knuckles. King loses his grip and falls fifteen feet, crashing down through an EWC merchandise table!
Joe Aiello: GOOD GOD! ACE KING FELL! HE FELL RIGHT THROUGH THAT TABLE!
Steve Bennett: That’s it. That sumbitch is dead!
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
The crowd goes nuts as Xavier Reid looks down over the edge at a motionless Ace King. He smiles wide and begins to climb up onto the railing.
Max Carter: No. No Xavier. Don’t do it.
Steve Bennett: Do it you crazy bastard! Do it!
Reid stands on the railing and looks behind him. Iggy Swango bursts out of the bathroom and starts to walk quickly at Reid. Reid laughs and turns, jumps, and nails Ace King with X Marks The Spot from fifteen feet high!!!
Max Carter: Oh my God!
Reid goes limp on top of Ace King. Swango looks over the edge in disbelief. EWC officials rush up the stands and towards Ace King. The entire crowd is buzzing.
Joe Aiello: Folks, I don’t know that we are going to have an end to this match. Ace King and Xavier Reid are both motionless right now.
EMTs and EWC officials arrive on the scene. Xavier Reid slowly rolls over onto his side, reaches up, and grabs one of the officials by the collar. He brings the man in close to his face before growling at him.
Xavier Reid: FUCKING... COUNT... THE THREE…
The officials look stunned but one drops down to his hands and knees as Reid lays limp on top of King.
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DING DING DING!!!
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... the EWC X-Division Champion... Xavier Reid!
Joe Aiello: Well, Jessica just announced him the winner. But I'm not so sure anyone was the winner tonight.
I'm the one with the warrior inside, my dominance can't be denied
Your entire world will turn into a battlefield tonight
As I look upon you, through the warrior's eyes now,
I can see the fear that will ensure my victory this time
Ace King: ““For the longest time, your obsession… Your raison d’être… Was to avenge the years of being overshadowed … You finally got what you wanted, and for one night, you showed you were the better brother… But now what? Sure, you did the best you could to take the Undisputed Championship from Dominic Sanders at StrangleMania, but did you really? Can you really say that?”
Xavier Reid: “And it pains me to say I’m envious of him...because let’s face it I can’t stand the guy...there are issues between Ace and I that go way back...maybe in a different life we could have been friends but that ship has long sailed...fighting for his respect and friendship has been replaced by wanting to fight him to be the guy that ENDS everything for him...I made no secret I wanted to be the guy from Brawl that faced off against Ace King for the US Championship, it was 100% for my own selfish reasons...I own that...it wasn’t about being the guy that brought that championship to Brawl...sure it would have been cool but I wanted to be the one that ended Ace’s run...for me...so I could stand there and say ‘Yeah I was the one that did that”...envy...yeah I know it’s a sin…”
We jump forward to Rampage #451 in Raleigh, where Ace and Xavier found themselves in a Triple Threat Falls Count Anywhere main event also featuring the FSW Champion, Stitches. It’s another bloodbath, complete with King attempting to main Reid with a golf buggy!
Reid jumps out of the way as the golf buggy just misses him, and at the same time King leaps from the buggy and lands straight on top of Reid. The buggy crashes into the wall as both men start pummeling into each other on the floor with their fists. Reid headbutts King, stunning him and allowing Reid to lock in X’ed Out! As Reid applies as much pressure as possible, King scrambles to break free but starts to fade. Reid shouts “GO TO SLEEP YOU SON OF A BIT*H”. King is determined not to tap but it looks like he’s nearly out cold and Reid knows it. Out of nowhere Stitches smashes a glass bottle over Reid head forcing Reid to break the submission.
Reid is stunned as Stitches pulls him up to his feet. With an evil smile, Stitches runs Reid head into the popcorn machine at the kiosk. As Reid’s head connects with the machine the glass shatters and his head goes straight throw it. Stitches looks pleased with himself as he bends down to pick King up suddenly the U.S champ comes to life. King swipes Stitches legs from underneath him then. Once on the floor King grabs a hold of Stitches and locks the All-In submission on him! Stitches struggles to get free as King squeezes the air from his lungs. Stitches eventually passes out and the referee calls for the match to end!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Grizzly Duggan: These three men went to war tonight but Ace King yet again proved why he’s been on top for so long!
You can't hide now, I am the warrior
So decide now how they'll remember you
Do not hide now, act like a warrior
Show some pride now, solidify your place in time
The video cuts to Ace making his way out to the ring at BRAWL #538 to respond to Xavier calling him out for Hardcore Revolution…
Ace King: Any time we’ve faced off, it’s been damaging to both of us. Three Stages Of Hell… Last Man Standing… Falls Count Anywhere… X-Division Rules… It’s clear that the confines of a normal match can’t contain us.
Xavier is glued to Ace as a smile appears on his face.
Ace King: Therefore, this can’t just be a normal match. So, how about this? Ace King… Xavier Reid… Hardcore Revolution in Dublin… Rage in the Cage…
The Vegas crowd explodes at the suggestion, with Xavier nodding at Ace...
I'm the one with the warrior inside, my dominance can't be denied
Your entire world will turn into a battlefield tonight
As I look upon you, through the warrior's eyes now,
I can see the fear that will ensure my victory this time
Xavier Reid: “Every time your face is in front of a camera you give us a new ‘Ace record’ be it the 500 plus days you’ve been US Champion or the fact you got your 50th career win here in the EWC...well 51 now after Rampage...that you have held the US Championship longer than anyone else has ever held any other championship here in the EWC...and I know the comeback… ‘Xavier if you had done ANY of that you would be doing the same thing’... ‘you’d be screaming from the hilltops just how GREAT you are’...and you’re right but that’s me...it’s expected of me right...but not of Ace ‘Fucking’ King...he’s an everyday kind of guy...he’s relatable to the average joe because he’s just like them right...jesus fucking open your eyes people...Ace isn’t one of you nor does he want to be like you...he wants to be a star...the star he is...he’s so desperate for your love and attention that he tells you why you should love him...he does so like a actress gives the interviewer her bust size without them even asking...because he needs the attention...out of fear it will go to another…”
Ace King: “Reid has a bloodlust he needs to satiate, especially pertaining to anyone with a hint of a connection toward his half-brother. Throw in the fact that he’s one of my best friends, and I’m basically a proxy. As much as he wants to put on a brave face, he’ll never get over that … If he didn’t hate me enough before, being Luke’s Chosen One certainly couldn’t help. So, this is something we need to settle one way or another, and I can’t think of a better place to do it than Rage in the Cage, where his blind hatred for me can manifest itself once and for all … Very rarely are you at a loss for words, particularly when it’s something you’re passionate about, or perhaps especially, when it’s something that’s gotten under your skin, which is what my very presence in EWC does to you, doesn’t it? Hell, you’ve practically admitted that you’ll stop at nothing to take what I hold dear …”
Footage from Ace and Xavier’s final pre-Hardcore Revolution encounter, BRAWL #539 in Los Angeles, shows the pair fighting each other at different points in the match, with Xavier seemingly always getting the upper hand on ‘The Gambler,’ punctuated by a victory in the Tag Team Main Event for Xavier and his partner, Cyrus Black, over Ace and Dominic Sanders.
I'm the one with the warrior inside, the evidence can't be denied
The entire world will stare into this battlefield tonight
As I stand before you with a warrior's heart now
I can feel the strength that will ensure my victory this time
Ace King: “We both know this will be the fight of our lives, but at the end of the night, can you tell me who will have really won? … If you’re somehow successful in vanquishing what you perceive to be this demon haunting your mind and taking the United States Championship, will it really have been worth it? Because I think you know that, in order to accomplish that task, you’re going to have to do everything short of ripping my heart out of my chest with your bare fucking hands, and even then, I’ll STILL find a way to get up and keep fighting … Even though this is more about blood than sport, you’d best be ready to wipe even more tears of disappointment away, because I fully intend to eat and drink while your dream of dethroning me and becoming the new United States Champion will die.”
Xavier Reid: “I bring out the animal in you right...you don’t know what it is about me that gets to you...really...with everyone else you’ve faced you were able to sit there like at a poker table with that stone cold face...showing no tell whatsoever but with me I get under that unflappable skin of yours Ace...I needle you into doing something reckless...you could have said no to my challenge...you could have...you had every right to play your trump card and say ‘hey...I won the right to name my next opponent and Brawl already had Antoni as it’s one challenger’...you could have taken your case to Delaney and there wouldn’t have been a damn thing Spartan or I could have done about it...the US Championship is still under the authority of Rampage but you said yes...and why...because you want to shut me up...once and for all...it kills you when I bring up what happened at Brawl...the fact I beat you in that first fall in Amsterdam...you can handle defeat...you can stomach it when it’s someone like Candy or Sebastian...those are honorable defeats and deep down you respect them...you don’t respect me and how could you...I’m a asshole and every time I bring those nights up it eats at you and you want nothing more than to shut my mouth...to end ANY speculation that I might be in your league or god forbid might be better than you...I hit a nerve inside you Ace that nobody else is able to hit and that’s why I bring the animal out in you...because where I might not be able to control MY own emotions I’m fucking able to tap into YOURS like no other has been able to do…”
The final piece of footage is of Ace and Xavier staring each other down at BRAWL #538, eventually fading into a live shot of the United States Championship suspended from the top of the Rage in the Cage structure.
We return to ringside where the crowd rises to their feet in anticipation of the final match of the night. The large cage that has been looming over the ring over the course of the show slowly begins to lower its way down to the ring.
Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen this is the one that we have been waiting all night for, the longest reigning champion in EWC history defends his United States Championship against a very determined and talented challenger.
Loydson: Xavier Reed has a lot to prove tonight to me and the EWC fanbase. The four times these men have stood across the ring from one another in one on one competition, Xavier has only been able to defeat Ace in one single occasion. With Ace holding two victories and one match where neither man came out on top.
Aiello: You are right Loydson, but Xavier is a different man here tonight, nothing but determination and focus. But Ace King will be just as ready for the challenge that awaits him here tonight. For those of you that are new to EWC Ace King has been the United States Champion, no one else in EWC history has held a championship for a longer period of time.
The ring finally settles in place, the United States Championship dangling from the roof of the cage as Nina Dobrev stands in the middle of the ring preparing to announce the match..
Dobrev: The following match is Rage in the Cage match and is for the EWC United States Championship! Joining us first, the challenger, from New York City, New York, standing five feet eleven inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds ...XAVIER REID!
The MacTron flickers and the picture of a sky appears on the eve of a storm, the clouds are dark and rolling across the sky quickly and with aggression. The lights inside the arena start to dim, the rumbling of a storm can be heard over the speakers as lighting appears in the clouds.
The cracking of lighting grows louder and louder until two strikes hit the stage
First from the right and then from the left as ‘Papercut’ starts to play out…
Smoke rises up from where the lightning hit stage as Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage, his arms crossed in a X over his chest as he stands at the top of the stage and looks out towards the ring.
The fans have a mixed reaction as he starts to walk towards the ring, shadow boxing as he does so ignoring the fans until he reaches ringside
Xavier bounces up and down while looking at the ground and then looks up and smirks as he heads towards the steps and slams his foot down on each step as he marches up the steps and jumps into the ring and heads right to far corner and climbs to the middle rope and tosses his arms into the air and crosses them into a X as he looks out over the crowd.
"THE ACE OF SPADES!!! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!"
The crowd hears Lemmy's growl, and they go nuts as the opening bass line to 'Ace of Spades' rips through Croke Park. As the drums kick in, pyro goes off up and down the ramp in time with the beat, while frenetic red and gold spotlights pulse through the building before fixating on the ramp.
Dobrev: Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... He is the United States Champion... THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!
There's a huge explosion as the guitar kicks in, and the crowd roars as the one and only Ace King rises from a platform through the smoke of the pyro and into the spotlights, soaking in the ovation. 'The Gambler' stays on a knee, looking towards his championship that hangs from the top of the cell. He takes a deep breath and walks to the ring, calmly interacting with fans all the way down the ramp.
He stops for a couple of seconds at the end of the ramp, then charges to the ring, with gold pyro exploding from the turnbuckles as he sprints through the cage door and dives in under the bottom rope. He spins up onto one knee and stares out into the crowd before getting to his feet and throwing both fists into the air. He gets his game face on while staring a hole through his opponent.
Aiello: Ladies and gentleman the moment you have all been waiting for is finally here. Ace King...Xavier Reid for the United States Championship! A match that has been nearly two years in the making has finally come to a head here tonight. I don’t know about all of you but I can’t wait any longer.
DING DING DING!
Xavier Reid looks at Ace King across the ring, a slight moment of soaking it all in, the constant back and forth of the fans as they rain down their support for the champion and the challenger. Every single man, women, and child understands the scope of this match, what all has happened to bring them all to this moment in time. Just as quickly the moment came it ended as Xavier Reid charges across the ring and begins to trade stiff rights and lefts with the champion. Both men standing toe to toe in the middle of the ring as they exchanged shots. Each blow gets harder, rights, lefts, open hand slaps to the chest, each blow muffled by the roar of the crowd. Xavier Reid grabs a hold of Ace’s arm and whips him into the ropes, he goes for a clothesline but Ace ducks underneath it. Both men sprint in opposite directions as the rebound the both go for a dropkick, but neither one connects. Both men kip up to their feet to the cheers and jeers of the crowd.Aiello: This championship bout starting hot and heavy here tonight.
Loydson: With these two kids, I expect the pace to constantly be like this. I feel this match will be a sprint to the finish.
Both men look at one another, the research and preparation that these two men have done for this match evident to all watching as they begin to circle the ring. Ace extends his right hand, Xavier grabs ahold of it and immediately delivers a boot to the abdomen doubling the champ over. Keeping ahold of the wrist Reid yanks Ace toward him and delivers a huge kick to the chest, dropping Ace to the ground. Xavier pulls him back to his feet and delivers another devastating kick to the chest. He allows Ace to climb to his knees. Reid looks at him and delivers a huge stiff kick to the chest, sending the champion reeling, Reid follows it up by another, then another, then another, rapid-fire shin connects with the chest the referee in the cage with them is visibly wincing as Ace’s chest begins to welt. Xavier finally stops, taking a step back, a deep breath then connecting with a disastrous roundhouse to the temple. Ace looks up at him and spits out a small bit of blood from his mouth
Aiello: Xavier Reid has the champion on the ropes, but Ace Kings letting him know that this match is far from over.
Xavier Reid makes his way over to the trashcans that had been handcuffed in two of the turnbuckles and begins to empty it out. He pulls out a steel chair, a kendo stick, a barbed wire bat, among other fun toys. With each weapon he pulled out he would exam it and a grin would come across his face. He grabs Ace king by the scruff on the back of his neck, as Xavier screams "IT'S MY TIME NOW!" He goes to whip him into the corner but Ace plants his foot and throws Xavier shoulder first into the side of the empty metal trashcan. The metal contorts as Reid crashes into it, his body falling to the floor. Ace bends over and grabs a kendo stick and smacks it onto the canvas. Throwing his hand in the air, riling up the crowd. He makes his way over to Xavier and brings the kendo stick down across the small of his back. He raises it high above his head and brings it crashing down onto the flesh of his challenger, the sound echoing through the crowd.
Loydson: Jesus, Ace is beating that kid into a pulp. That will show the rook his place.
Aiello: Rook? Are you kidding me, Xavier Reid is a multi-time cham...OH MY GOD!
The commentator's conversation gets immediately cut off as Ace King begins to bring down shot after shot, not a single limb was safe from his wrath as the kendo stick begins to frey with each blow. Welts on Xavier's back and stomach go from pink to red, to crimson in a matter of seconds. Months of frustration boiling over into a single moment of pure aggression. Ace throws the kendo stick, now more of a switch, to the side. He looks down at Xavier and drags him back toward the middle of the ring. He picks up a steel chair and places it down next to Xavier. He grabs his challenger by the waist and hoists him up into the air...
Aiello: NO! NO! NO!
Loydson: GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!
The crowd explodes as Ace takes a moment to catch his breath. He grabs Xavier by the hair and drags him to his feet. With one swift motion, he whips him across the ring into a free corner. He charges but Xavier rolls out of the way instantly delivering a kick to the spine of Ace. He grabs a hold of the middle rope and drives his shoulder into the abdomen of the champion. He does it again, and again. Each shot taking a little more air out of the lungs of Ace King. He grabs a hold of him and lifts him up onto the top rope, climbing up to meet him there. Ace tries to fight back knocking Xavier down from the turnbuckle, shoving him down to the flat of his back. Xavier rolls through as Ace climbs to his feet, but the moment he looks up Xavier charges shoving him off the turnbuckle and into the cage outside the ring. The barbed wire cutting deep into the arm of Ace King as the whole structure shakes and Ace crashes down to the floor below. The crowd gasps as they collectively look on after the awkward collision that saw Ace land on his neck and shoulders.
Aiello: Oh my god! Ace is dead! Did you see how he landed on his neck!
Loydson: That looked nasty, the referee needs to do his job here.
The referee quickly rolls out of the ring and checks on Ace who hasn’t moved a single muscles for a few moments. In the ring, Xavier was determined to finish the job, he grabs the steel chair, slapping his hand on the cold metal. Slowly he stalks his opponent, climbing through the ropes and hopping down to the floor below. The crowd on the other side of the cage is pleading with him as he stands just a few feet behind the referee. He grabs the ref by the shoulder and pulls him away from Ace, pushing him back before turning his attention back to Ace who is still face down on the mat. Xavier opens the chair and places it over Ace so that his body is between the legs. Xavier sits down on the chair and looks down at the champion. He screams at the crowd “This is who you want as your champion! He is not the man you think he is!” Xavier begins to slap the back of Ace’s head. As tries top get up pushing his body up till it meets metal. As Xavier's seat begins to shift and move he drives his forearm across his jaw, shot after shot connects to the jaw of Ace King, the champion trying to fight his way free from the trap to no eval. The cheers that had started the match have turned to boos.
Aiello: The crowd seems to be firmly behind the United States Champion!
Loydson: But the kid seems to be down and out. Xavier Reid is back in the driver seat.
Xavier rises from his seat, grabbing the steel chair and folding it back up. The crowd is screaming through the cage, urging for Ace King to fight back. But it was to no avail as Xavier brings the steel chair crashing down across his back. He drops it to the ground and flips Ace over and onto his back grabbing a hold of his arms as he begins to stomp away at the head and neck of the United States champion, this time screaming "FUCK YOU!", frustrations bowling over as he lets him go and Ace lets out a cry of pain and stumbles to his feet and in to the steel steps, trying to flee from the pain. He raises the steel chair high above his head and brings it crashing down, but Ace rolls out of the way. The steel on steel smack together sending a sharp pain up both of Xavier's arms, he drops the steel chair to the ground. Ace staggers back to his feet and delivers a right hand, Xavier responds with an open hand slap to his chest. The crowd boos as Xavier delivers shot after shot, Ace counters and the crowd erupts, lefts and right connect with the jaw of Xavier Reid. Ace grabs a hold of his neck and throws him head first into the cage. Xavier crashes to the floor, blood running down his face, but Ace picks him back up to his feet, lifts him up in the air and brings him crashing down on the edge of the apron with a suplex. The crowd collectively gasps as the adrenaline rush that had filled Ace runs out and he collapses to the ground at ringside.
Aiello: These two men are putting it all out on the line for the United States Championship.
Loydson: You can’t be that stupid can you? This is about so much more than a championship, this is personal. Ace King and Xavier Reid are fighting for respect. And they are going to put each other through hell to get there.
Ace was the first man to his feet, using the cage to climb up, avoiding the sharp barbs where he could. The crowd around him cheering him on as he walks around the corner and peaks under the ring. Spotting what he was looking for he grabs ahold of a ladder and drags it out from under the ring. He looks up at the championship belt that looms high above the ring before sliding the ladder into the ring. He takes a deep breath and looks over at Xavier who remains on the floor and dives into the ring. He picks up the ladder and immediately begins to set it up in the middle of the ring, once he feels it is in the right position he begins to scale the ladder. It is a struggle for him as he looks up at his championship that will no doubt define his career in EWC for years to come. As his right-hand reaches out for the belt Xavier slides into the ring and grabs a hold of his foot. Ace shoves him away, but Xavier is determined, he grabs a hold of the side of the ladder and pushes it over. But before Ace can crash to the floor he leaps from the ladder and onto the top rope, springboarding back towards Xavier...FLYING KNEE STRIKE CONNECTS TO ACE IN MIDAIR! The crowd erupts!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Loydson: It is official Aiello, Xavier is determined to murder Ace King in that ring! This place is on its feet after such a devastating blow from the challenger!
Xavier wastes no time as he grabs a hold of Ace and whips him into the corner. He charges him and Ace gets the knee up, he grabs a hold of Xavier...BIG SLICK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Ace drags him up to his feet...BLACKJACK BOMB! The Psycho Driver plants Xavier head first into the canvas. Ace gasps for air as he uses the ropes to rise to his feet, climbing through them and onto the apron. As he does, his foot slips off of the apron and he falls awkwardly to the floor clutching his knee the referee climbs out of the ring to check on Ace who is getting helped to his feet by the referee. Inside the ring Xavier climbs to his feet, runs across the ring to gain momentum on the rebound he cartwheels and leaps over the top rope into a beautiful moonsault.
Aiello: X-TREME AIR!
Xavier collides with the referee and Ace, all three men are sent careening into the steel and barbed wire fence, cloth, and flesh is torn and rips as the three men try to free themselves as the fall to the unrelenting floor below.
Loydson: That’s what happens when you don’t do your job Aiello. The referee stuck his nose in this matchup to check up on Ace, but he overstayed his welcome. When you are told they are good to continue you get the hell out of the way!
Reid is the first of the three men to climb back to their feet, he checks momentarily on the referee motioning for someone to come check on him before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. He looks under the ring and pulls out a second ladder. He struggles with it for a moment before sliding it into the ring alongside the other weapons that have been introduced in the match. He reaches back underneath the ring and pulls out a fresh, undented steel chair, but as he examines the weapon Ace comes up from behind and drives his forearm straight into his spine knocking Xavier to the ground. Ace moves the chair in front of Xavier's head, clutching at the small of his back as he screams for the crowd to get to their feet. He looks at Xavier and screams for him to get up. Xavier slowly rises stumbling momentarily as Ace jumps onto his shoulders and delivers a FRANKENSTIENER FACEBUSTER ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!
Aiello: OH MY GOD NO! That was the Taste the Rainbow! The finisher of Ace Kings best friend, Xavier Reid’s half brother...El Pablo! Ace King is not only looking to hurt his challenger, but he is also trying to send him a well thought out message.
Loydson: I said earlier in the match that these kids made this personal, that it was for so much more than the prestigious United States Championship. It was about respect, and that move right there was nothing more than a reminder!
Ace rises to his feet, babying his right knee as he slides underneath the ropes and back in the ring. He grabs the first ladder and repositions it under the United States Championship that hangs high above the ring. He grabs the second ladder and wedges it across the ring, bridging from a rung of the ladder to the middle rope.
Aiello: It seems like Ace is trying to stabilize the ladder, which looks to be slightly bent from earlier in the match when Xavier shoved it over.
Ace steadies himself momentarily and makes his way around the structure and begins to scale the ladder. Every rung sends sharp pains up his leg and back. On the outside, Xavier begins to stir as the referee continues to be checked on by the staff through the barbed wire cage. Ace continues the long trip up the ladder as Xavier climbs up onto the apron. Ace reaches the top and begins to struggle with the clasp that holds the United States Championship to the top of the cage. Xavier seeing that he needs to hurry springboards off of the top rope and onto the ladder. Both men stand on top of the ladder as the crowd begins to have a war of chants.
LET’S GO XAVIER! LET’S GO ACE! LET’S GO XAVIER! LET’S GO ACE!
Ace throws a stiff right hand sending Reid reeling back. Xavier pulls himself back into a second right hand! Ace goes for a third but Reid dodges it and locks him in an arm triangle. Ace throws the point of his elbow to the side of his temple! He frees himself from Reid's grip, grabbing him by the head and slam it into the top of the ladder. Ace Steps up onto the top rope and leaps over the top pulling Xavier with him into a FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER ONTO THE LADDER BRIDGE!
Loydson: OH MY GOD!
Aiello: WILD CARD! Ace King has sent both men crashing through the ladder. What carnage that this match has created here tonight! And we still don’t have a winner!
The referee rushes to check on the two men, blood running down his arm! Ace shoves him away and crawls over to the upright ladder. One rung at a time he climbs up the ladder, with every step he looks back and checks that Xavier Reid remains down. He finally reaches the top, extending his hand and releases the clasp!
DING DING DING!
Dobrev: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner...AND STILL EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION... THE GAMBLER... ACE KING!Aiello: 581 days and counting! The reign of the Gambler continues!
Loydson: Xavier King set his sights on Ace King long ago, and here tonight the kid took the champion to the limits.But tonight, in front of a sold-out crowd, Ace King has shown once again why he is the man to beat in the EWC!
Aiello: Don’t take anything away from Xavier Reid though folks, he pushed Ace to the limits, and this match could have easily gone the other way. But tonight we say AND STILL EWC United States Champion Ace King!
Ace King returns to the ground as the cell begins to rise once more, blood running from the deep cuts on his arm and back as medics rush down to the ring. The try to help Xavier Reid but he shoves them away, a look of utter disappointment on his face as he looks over at the United States Champion. Ace pauses his celebration and points to his challenger and the crowd cheers. Ace extends his hand and Xavier looks at it. The crowd roaring at this point, letting the competitors in the ring how they felt about the match. But the cheers turn to boos as Xavier Reid shakes his head and rolls out of the ring. Clutching his ribs and limping his way back up ramp. As he reaches the stage he looks back for a second and lets out a deep breath and shakes his head once more before disappearing behind the curtain. Ace looks slightly disappointed for a moment before returning to his celebration in the ring.
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SEGMENT WRITERS
President Mac
Dominic Sanders
Cyrus Black
Victor Price
Gabrielle Visconty
Killjoy Ito
Xavier Reid
Ace King
Melody Malone
Kendrick Kross
Jason Kortare
Darius
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Darius
MATCH TWO
WRITER: FN'R
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Russ (Scorpio)
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Cyrus
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Darius
MATCH SIX | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Mike Strong
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RECAP OF WINNERS
EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
KENDRICK KROSS
Vs. CURTIS MARS [N/S]
WINNER: Kendrick Kross (and NEW EWC X-Division Champion)
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EXTREME BATTLE ROYAL
(WINNER IS #1 CONTENDER TO X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP)
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire
Annabelle
Darius
Dr Psycho
SP Rancid
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
Stephanie Matsuda
Stalker
David "Octane" Gowolski
Boston Bruiser
Zombie Stevens
WINNER: Annabelle (and NEW #1 Contender for the X-Division Championship)
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EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
REBELLE
Vs. SHOCK & AWE [N/S]
WINNER: ReBelle (and NEW EWC World Tag Team Champions)
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EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
IGGY SWANGO
Vs. CYRUS BLACK
WINNER: Cyrus Black (and STILL EWC International Champion)
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MAIN EVENT #1
NON TITLE
LUKE WOLFE
Vs. DOMINIC SANDERS
WINNER: Dominic Sanders
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MAIN EVENT #2
EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
XAVIER REID
Vs. ACE KING
WINNER: Ace King (and STILL EWC United States Champion)
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Ace King
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Xavier Reid Vs Ace King
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