They come back and show these clips from last week...
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(clips from last week)
[Watkins]
Well, well, well. If it isn't the luckiest man in EWC. Do you
know how close you were to the biggest beating of your life?
[Feelgood]
I know how close I am to laying the smackdown on a roid-addicted
no talent loser like you!
*snip*
DrS: And Feelgood ON HIS KNEES in the ring begging
Brad to come in!
Cross: Brad's on the apron right now...referee telling
him to get in the ring...Feelgood rushing in..
Stone: And WATKINS NAILS HIM WITH THE FOOTBALL HELMET!!!
I *knew* Watkins was trying for a sucker job.
*snip*
Feelgood starts to fight back, eventually getting in a toe to toe brawl
with Mr. Watkins. Watkins tries for a haymaker, but Feelgood comes
down with a low blow, followed by a DDT. Feelgood back up, Reikkersen
is on the apron, Reikkersen gets nailed with a Wrecking Ball and the
Haliburton flies open...and out pops a kneepad that lands in the
hands of Watkins. As Crow went to check on Reikkersen, Watkins
WAFFLES Feelgood with the kneepad, then covers as Crow turns around
for the 1...2....3!
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# WINNER: "Bad" Brad Watkins, via pinfall 5:43 #
# NEW EWC TV CHAMPION!!! #
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*snip to Doc in the locker room*
[Feelgood]
Watkins, look at me. Do I look upset? Hell, no. I knew you were a
no account, low down, pond scum sucking, punkass loser when you dragged
your sorry carcass to the EWC. I knew good and damn well I should have had
some backup.. well now I do. The Samaritan stuck his neck out to help me,
and I don't forget things like that. But y' see, I've also got someone else
coming in to keep an eye on me, and if you mess with her.... I still won't
get upset. Nah. I'll simply rip your head off, spit down your neck and use
your windpipe to wipe with after a dinner of buffalo wings and cheap beer.
Hell, I think I'll do that anyway.
Oh... and as far as that sad sack of crap, C-Jackof... I mean, C-Jack?
Loserboy, what you got from me was a simple damn sample of the world of
hurt you've got coming to you somewhere down the line. Any time you want
some, punk, step your sorry ass on up. Come get some, EWC, come get some.
(fade to black)
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FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH
RONNIE FROWN vs. HAPPY DAWSON
The announcers are hyping both the Feelgood rant and the upcoming
match when Cross is told to get a camera into the back...and
it shows Happy Dawson standing outside of Frown's locker room,
holding referee Mason Crow by the shirt collar....Frown's
music, "Ronnie" by Metallica starts...and Ronnie walks out
of the dressing room right into the stop sign held by Dawson.
And the match is off.
This match was a good basic 6 minute garbage brawl..Frown had
a ring mic on him when he was on his way out, so Happy co-opted
it and was making comments throughout the brawl....after hanging
Happy over a railing Tree of Woe style, he said "Time to turn
this Frown upside down" then hit a sliding dropkick to send him
four feet down to the next level...after hitting a really
stiff chair shot, he said "Uh ohhhh... Happy learned to Brawl"
....things like that.
This was the basic gist of the match, as both men basically
pounded on each other with everything not nailed down. The
best spot in this was when Frown basically belly-to-bellies
Dawson right into a concrete post, then held him there and
told the ref to count the pin...since the shoulders were down
it didn't matter if it was vertical or horizonal...Crow
counted it and got a 2.5 out of it.
Finally, after a *NICE* flying elbowdrop from 10 feet up
(Dawson jumped off a gangway), both the ref *AND* the cameraman
got taken out by the fall. The camera fell at an angle where
we could see Dawson cover Frown..and then nothing but ref
stripes. A few seconds later, the ref gets up, raises Dawson's
hand, and takes off....as we see Mason Crow still unconscious out
of the corner of the camera.....and the other ref gets
Dawson...with the hint of some sort of mask, as only the
base of the neck is shown with the body...
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# WINNER: Happy Dawson, via pinfall 8:01 #
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They go to one final commercial..and then the main event of
the evening....I'm going to go ahead and write in what the
announcers are saying here in the beginning since it makes more
sense that way....
BEST OF FIVE SERIES
FUEGO vs. CHRIS SIM (non-title match)
Sim out to his normal light show, wearing a hat to cover the
bandages from the smackdown he got last week....unfortunately,
rather than just getting into the ring he, of course, has a mic...
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[Sim]
Now I know everyone is so glad to see me up and about ...
(A "Bullshit" chant starts up)
and i'd personally like to thank each and every one of you for sending
those get well cards. But the thing is I didn't have to read one of
them because i'm ok,
DrS: OK meaning his ass was Overly Kicked by Grendel
last week...
Stone: Shut up, you old fart, he's talking.
DrS: He's talking out of his ass, that's probably
the flatulence you seem to be smelling...
in fact my neck feels better now than it has since I started wrestling
... and you know why? Because even with the help of his friends
Grendel can't get the job done!
(A "Kick his ass Ernie" chant starts with "Again" thrown in by various
people)
Ern, you're sadly mistaken when you say that I can't beat you, when
you know and I know, hell, when everyone knows I can beat anyone
Grendel remember I *beat* you enough to keep you out of the ring for
about a month and now you had the opportunity to put me out and look
i'm back the very next week! And this after I was nailed by Gilette
with a bottle of beer.
(Crowd pop!)
Ern, remember when I put you into the hospital I did it face to face!
*I* was the one who put you into that position, *I* didn't get any
help, and frankly *I* didn't need it. The only thing you have proven
to me is that you are nothing without Gilette and Curtis, sure your
record may be two and o against me but by no means have you ever
beaten me.
("Ernie, Ernie")
And, the simple fact is I *have* beaten you, I beat you within an inch
or your life. As for your second win, you can thank Gilette and
Curtis for that one, like I said Ern, *you* have never beaten *me*,
because of one simple fact ... you can't ... and you know you can't
get the job done! Now Ern, since we all know you can't beat me. But
*you* seem to think you can i'll make you an offer you can't refuse.
Grendel, you like to think your hardcore? Now, it doesn't take any
skill to be hardcore, and i'll prove that when I get into the ring
with you. You see I believe my extraordinary talent can put me on top
in any situation, so next time we meet i'll beat you i'll beat you in
a *no interference, no disqualification, falls count anywhere match*
(Crowd pop to the stars!)
Cross: WHAT!?!?!?!?
DrS: Oh baby......Sim just doesn't know when to shut
up, does he?
because Ern, I am better than you the stips they mean nothing, and
i'll prove it once and for all!
(Sim motions to put down the mic, but doesn't)
Oh Ern, I forgot something ... this of course is under one condition.
You and for that matter Curtis and Gilette cannot lay one finger on
me, or beer bottle, or whatever object, until that match, because if
you do then that verbal contract is null and void, and I will *never*
step into the ring with you again under any circumstance.
(Booooooo!)
So, how bad do you want me Grendel? You thought you'd get me the
hottest commodity in wrestling *that* easily? And with your record,
don't make me laugh! Now that i've cleared up the Grendel situation,
that of course brings us to you Fuegy.
(A "Fuego's gonna kill you" chant starts up at the mention of his name)
Now, as I was saying before, I *was* playing nice, and because you
decided to get a little help from your friends last week i've decided
to get a little help from mine this week! For your *first* surprise
here are the stipulations for this weeks match ...
("Fire on High" by the Electric Light Orchestra kicks in and the crowd
beings to boo as soon as they recognize it.)
you get to face the greatest wrestler on earth, that of course being
me, and Frozen Hell in a *handicap* match!
(Quite a few boos but a lot of stunned silience)
Cross: Now, wait a minute, 3 against 1? This isn't fair!!
Stone: It may not be fair, but it's LEGAL!!! Sim's picking
the stips, that was Fuego's nightmare....and
this is it!!!!
[Watkins]
So this is the Brazilian tree frog that is supposed to
be so tough? Well Fellatio, you don't look so tough to me!
[Sim]
That's Fuegy Brad ...
[Watkins]
Hey, I know his name. I call him Fellatio because he's going down ...
and he sucks!
[Sim]
Ok, that's true, and you know what else is true ... When it's all said
and done, I don't need to get mad, 'cause I know i'll always get even.
(Sim stands back and lets Frozen Hell move toward the ring....)
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At this point, "Rusty Cage" kicks in and the crowd absolutely
loses it. Fuego, minus World belt, runs into the ring and
springboards from the top rope right onto Watkins and starts
pounding the bejeezus out of him. Watkins is screaming "GET HIM
OFF!! GET HIM OFF!!!!"...finally Reikkersen and Sim move in,
and Fuego cleans house for a little bit before Watkins blindsides
him with the loaded knee to the back and the "match" gets underway.
This is basically a four minute beatdown...with Sim only getting into
the ring to help with a double team or a cheat....Watkins spends
the most time in there, as Reikkersen already wrestled a match
tonight and doesn't look all that good in there....basic brawling
mainly.
Finally Fuego is beaten down and Watkins teases a tag in to Sim...
but instead powerslams Fuego and goes for a pin, but only gets a
two count. Watkins tosses Fuego out, where Fuego is stomped
on by Reikkersen...finally, Fuego low-blows Reikkersen, then
CRUSHES him into the pavement with the Mudslide. Fuego then
grabs a chair, slides into the ring, and WAFFLES first Watkins,
then Sim, in full view of referee Gerry Riley. Riley immediately
calls for the bell.
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# WINNER: Chris Sim, by DQ 4:22 #
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Postmatch, Fuego going to town on all 3 men until Watkins nails
Fuego in the back with the kneepad...then Sim grabbed the chair
and hit four straight shots on Fuego's head as Reikkersen and
Watkins held him.....he was about to tee off for a fifth when...
[voice]
OK, THAT'S ENOUGH!!!!!
(all three men stop as Tara Jansen walks out from the back and
walks to the ringside area....Sim gets up and goes for a ring mike...
[Sim]
Um, excuse me, sweetness, I know I'm late getting back to our
hotel room, but I'm in the middle of whipping ass on this jungle
trash....
[Jansen] (interrupting)
Chris, to quote a very famous man, KNOW YOUR ROLE AND SHUT YOUR
*bleep*DAMN MOUTH!!!!!
*CROWD POP TO THE HEAVENS* (Sim throws down the mike and moves
towards her...Tara doesn't back up an inch)
[Jansen]
Look, I've been quiet while you've been coming out here, week
after week, costing us air time....we came in second in the
ratings to a damn DOG SHOW in the quarter hour..the ENTIRE
quarter hour...that you flapped your gums out here. Now it's
my turn.
FIRST of all, this crock of *bleep* stops now....you may be
able to pick the stips of your matches, but you have to pick
five *different* stips...it's what the contract says...so from
here on out, you and Fuego get to be one on one...granted, I
had fun watching Fuego tattoo both you and the Ambiguously Gay
Duo here with the chair, but that was unfair advantage, and I"m
not letting that slide again.
NOW, a few weeks ago, you said that your North American title
was going to be on the line against Fuego in this best of 5 series.
Now, we haven't worked through all the complications of the World
belt yet...but suffice to say that until Fuego wins two matches
in this series..if he does...no belt will be on the line. Which
MEANS that you ahve one week to defend that North American title
under the 30 day defense rule....which means, you get to fight
NEXT WEEK with that title on the line!!!
(CRowd pop...Sim's not happy, but he's just looking at her)
Now, I've managed to find you an opponent......one of your close
personal friends, and the only man other than Fuego to hold a pinfall
victory over you....Mr. Ernie Grendel!!
(Crowd starts to roar...they get a sense where this is going..
as does Sim...)
And since you were so *nice* to make that challenge earlier, I
really have to honor your request. Which means NEXT WEEK,
you will defend the North American title in a no interference,
anything goes FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH with Mr. Ernie
Grendel..a man whom you've *never* beaten in the ring.
(Tara turns to walk away as Sim has this look of terror on his
face..)
[Jansen]
Oh, by the way, I never date Canadians...I can't afford the
rabies shots!
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With that, they have this shot of Sim in terror...right before
Fuego gets up, grabs the chair, and tattoos everyone once to
get them out of the ring as the show fades...
THOUGHTS: Sim/Grendel FCA...that could go either way. With
definite title defenses for Sim and Fuego coming up, it's anyones
guess what kind of match they'll have for their finale, as you *know*
that it's oging to go 5 rounds...and I wouldn't have it any
other way.
That's my thoughts...peace.