Both men make their way to the ring and waste no time in going after each other. The referee calls for the bell but the fight has already started. Martinez rams Hellfighter's head into a turnbuckle and then throws a series of forearms at the side of his head. Hellfighter is staggered but manages to stay on his feet. Martinez tries for a drop toe-hold, but Hellfighter grabs the top rope to maintain his balance. Martinez stands up and Hellfighter shoots in with a clothesline. Martinez falls back against the ropes and Hellfighter blasts him with a hard forearm to the face. Martinez looks away, holding his nose, and when he looks back at Hellfighter blood can be seen streaming from it. Martinez looks enraged and he tackles Hellfighter to the ground and pounds with fists to the ribs and face. Martinez stands up, takes a step back, and unleashes a devastating kick to Hellfighter's face. Hellfighter lays on the mat, stunned, and Martinez follows up by dropping a leg across his face.
BS: Martinez is not backing away.
GM: He should, but he's probably not bright enough to.
The referee orders Martinez to back off so he can check on Hellfighter, but Martinez shoves him away and picks up his. Martinez whips Hellfighter to the ropes and uses the resulting momentum to powerslam Hellfighter to the mat. Martinez goes for the cover. One...two...Hellfighter kicks out. Martinez argues with the referee about the count but quickly turns his attention back to Hellfighter. He walks to a neutral corner and sits down on the middle turnbuckle. Hellfighter slowly but surely gets to his feet and Martinez moves in for the kill. He attempts a swinging neckbreaker but Hellfighter collapses back to the mat and Martinez ends up throwing himself down onto the canvas elbow-first.
BS: Martinez may have injured his elbow, Gary Mac! He landed right on it!
GM: Not good for Martinez. Hellfighter's pretty good at mat wrestling. He could render that arm completely useless if he wants.
The crowd rallies behind Hellfighter and "The Gladiator" pulls himself up and looks over at Martinez, who is holding his elbow, but is back to his feet. The two men lock up and Hellfighter quickly gains the advantage. He locks on an arm wringer and Martinez looks to be in pain but swings at the referee when asked if he wants to submit. Hellfighter cranks on the arm and then suddenly takes Martinez down to the mat and locks on a juji gatame. Martinez fights the hold but only seems to be hurting himself in doing so. Finally though he is able to work himself back to a vertical base and uses the hold to put Hellfighter in a pinning predicament. One...t...Hellfighter releases the hold.
RD: Both men seem to be using more wrestling despite being big men. It's refreshing to see them use something besides power moves.
GM: Eh, I'd rather see 'em tear each other apart, but whatever.
Both men go to their respective corners for a break, but a taunt from Martinez is all it takes to get the action going again. Hellfighter rushes across the ring and clotheslines Martinez down. Martinez is quickly back to his feet but Hellfighter nails him with his Running Gun spear and takes him down once again. Hellfighter motions to the crowd, pulls Martinez up, and then executes his Nelson Sprawl Drop. The three count is academic after that.
BS: Hellfighter wins! How about that the man is back on his winning ways!
GM: Well against Martinez anything is possible.
BS: But for Hellfighter he's needed this spark.
GM: Hey you know what's coming up next right?
BS: What's that?
GM: SSN's favorite tag team is going to be in action!
BS: You mean SSN's ONLY tag team is in action and they'll be facing The Electric Company and they have been on a tear as of late.
GM: Oh they drew with Gemini and Cancer BIG DEAL! This is The Assassins and they are not to be messed with. Besides with Gottfried leading the way what more could you want?
BS: Well you can say what you want cause your opinion counts....everyone has one just like buttholes and mine is sitting right next to me.
GM: Well you better....WHAT?!!?
BS: Let's go to the ring.
BS: Oh what was that all about? Seems like The Assassins and Gottfried have a little mis-communication problem.
GM: It's not so I tell you! It's that damn lady friend of The Electric Compainy's fault. Damn Minako!
BS: Well as everyone tries to gain their composiure coming up after the break we've got the Motor City Maniacs and Tribal Instinct trying to start it off in the best of three series...next!
(Detroit Rock City cues up again. Ripper Robertson and Max Mayhem step out on more time. This time they're dressed in their wrestling attire. The crowd boos as they make their way to the ring. Ripper grabs a microphone from the ring announcer.
Robertson: Tribal Instinct, You were out earlier saying that Simply Stunning beat us fair and square. We're not sure what world you're living in. We all know that Simply Stunning is champions on borrowed time. It doesn't matter if they lose to us, you , or any other team here. They will lose those titles. You claim that you went through hell to get here? No, to make it out of this match, you're going to have to go through hell. The fans of the EWI are in for a treat tonight. We've faced off on two seperate occasions. You two were on the losing in on both those occasions. Don't think this time will be any different. A best of three series? Hell it won't make it past next week. You two are about to get swept. Deal with it. Now get your asses out here....Now.
(Ripper Robertson hands the mic over to the ring announcer and the Maniacs await Tribal Instinct.)
"Tribe" by P.O.D. cues up over the arena sound system and the team of Tribal Instinct, along with Utopia, appears at the top of the entrance ramp to a shower of praise from the Charlotte crowd. The Williams brothers are now in only cargo pants and the numerous tribal tattoos are visible on their naked upper bodies. Their faces are painted with intricate designs and tribal symbols. The spotlights from the arena shine off of their facial piercings. Trypp's long dreadlocks hang across his painted face, almost completely concealing it. They step into the ring as the audience continues to cheer.
Trypp Williams: Motor City Maniacs! Tonight we battle. Tonight we once again wage war against you. Tonight we fight for a shot at the EWI Tag Titles. Tonight, we finally get our long awaited rematch with you... and our long awaited victory!
Brandon Williams: You know, Ripper, Max, we've met in the past. In the warehouse and in the ring. And in the past you beat us. In the past we were unable to get past you. Not even ONCE did we come out the victor. But, Maniacs, that WAS the past, and this... This is now. This is our Time, Maniacs. Once again, we're willing to do whatever it takes to win.
TW: We know you're tough opponents. We've found that out on numerous occassions. But... we also know that you have weaknesses. This was made evident in Los Angeles when you lost your precious titles. But, here's the kicker, fellas: We know your weaknesses. Do you honestly think that just because we've not faced you as of late that we'd just forget about you? Think again. We've been watching you, Maniac. And we've been taking notes. We see the slight chinks in your mighty armor, Maniacs. And tonight is only the beginning.
BW: Best of Three. Maniacs, this can only mean one thing: Two matches. For tonight, when we go to the limit, when we give it all we've got, when we deliver the Final Sacrifice, you will see what you've been missing all along. We are not a team to be looked over. We are not a team to be pushed aside. We are Tribal Instint. And we are ready... For War!
[The crowd pops huge.]
TW: We're on the warpath Maniacs. In the past, you defeated us. In the present, you fight us. But, Maniacs, in the future... you will respect us. Because then, and only then, will you realize the full extent of what we are capable of. We are not just your run of the mill tag team. We are THE Team in the EWI. We went through HELL last week and came out on top of two teams consisting of a total of THREE former World Champs. Last week we proved to the world that we will do anything to win a match and tonight, we'll do the same thing. Kiss all of your chances for the titles goodbye, Maniacs... 'Coz the Tribe is in Charlotte, and This Means WAR!
[The crowd goes nuts as Trypp throws his mic to Utopia.]
Utopia: So get ready, Maniacs! Get ready to experience the Tribe first hand! Get ready... because the Time of the Tribe is approaching... and there's not a damn thing you can do about it cause it ... starts ... NOW!
BS: And Tribal Instinct has done it! They have taken the series one to nothing!
GM: Wait they weren't ready! The sun was in their eyes!
BS: The what? Now you're reaching!
GM: I'm telling you it's just not fair!
BS: Folks after the break we've got our Main Event! Malign defends his TV title against Tony Sajec...NEXT!
BS: Ladies and gentlemen, up next is our main event. Malign will be putting his newly aquired TV Title on the line against "Turn On" Tony Sajec. Malign won the title from his former "partner," Ash with a little help from a new found friend, by the name of Shiver.
GM: Oh, shut up, Bretley. You know that Malign would've easily won the title, even had it not been for Shivers.
BS: Whatever you say, Garret. All I can say is, Ash is probably a very unhappy--
[The lights in the arena go out.]
BS: What the?
GM: Oh geez, what now?
[After a few moments of darkness, a single red spotlight illuminates a figure at the top of the entrance ramp. As "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit cues up over the loud speakers, the figure turns around to be revealed as former Television Champion, Ash. Ash stands atop of the ramp for a few seconds, basking in the jeers from the crowd. Ash is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a tight referee's t-shirt. He walks to the ring with a cigarette between his lips. Ash rolls into the ring and demands a house mic.]
BS: What does HE want?
GM: Look at the shirt, man. What do you think he's here for?
[Ash pans around the crowd and blows a puff of smoke before speaking.]
Ash: Well, EWI, I guess you're all just wondering what the hell I'm doing out here. Well, not that it's any of your damn business, but I'll tell you anyway. I figured, hell, since there was such a terrible crime committed against me last week in L.A., I had better come out here and make sure that nothing like that happens again. I mean, I had my title stolen from me. Who's to say it couldn't happen again? So, with that said... Shivers, Suicide, both of you -- and everyone else! -- had better stay the hell away from the ring or you may just be greeted with a Burning Sensation from your special referee. Oh, and Malign, Tony, as you come out, just keep one thing in mind: I don't promote violence. I just encourage it.
[With that said, Ash drops the mic and kicks it out of the ring... but leaves the cigarette in his mouth.]
GM: Is he gonna smoke that thing while refereeing the match?
BS: Looks that way. Folks, we all know that there's -- pardon the pun -- bad blood between Ash and Malign over a number of things. Things sure aren't looking good for our champion.
GM: But, Bretster, you've gotta remember, Ash and Sajec don't seem to get along too well either.
BS: Good point, Gary. Write it down. You may make another one someday.
GM: Tha-- hey!
BS: Let's go to the ring!
Malign and Sajec make their respective entrances as Ash waits patiently in the ring. Malign starts things off with a punch to the gut of Sajec, followed by a series of rights, working the challenger into the ropes, where Malign whips him in, and then catches him with a Samoan drop early on. Malign pulls Sajec up and attempts a short arm clothesline, but Sajec ducks and turns the move into an Irish whip followed by a spring board drop kick from Sajec. Sajec pulls Malign up and sets Malign up for a DDT, but Malign over powers the smaller man and delivers a belly to back suplex for a one count.
GM: See, Ash looked like he was counting pretty fairly in there.
Sajec makes his way to his feet and makes a clotheline attempt, but Malign ducks and bounces into the ropes with a clothesline attempt of his own. Sajec ducks the clotheline, but grabs Maligns arm and pulls the larger man into a fierce overhead belly to belly suplex. Sajec with the cover. One, two -- Malign kicks out. Sajec pulls Malign up but as he gets up, Malign begins to pummel Sajec with chops and finishes the series with a dropkick to Sajec's jaw, knocking "Turn On" head over heels. Sajec slowly makes his way to his feet as Malign ascends the turnbuckle. Sajec turns around just in time to be met with a lariat from the top turnbuckle from Malign. Malign pulls Sajec up and whips him into the ropes. As Sajec comes off, Malign catches him by the throat and chokeslams him. The audience oohs at the sound of Sajec's body crashing to the canvas. Malign hooks the leg. One, two, thr-- Kickout! Malign gets up and starts to argue with Ash over the count, but Ash continuously tells Malign that Sajec kicked out at the two. As Malign is arguing with Ash, he doesn't see Tony Sajec slip up behind him. Before he knows what hit him, Malign is leveled with a reverse DDT from Sajec. Malign gets to his feet, only to be met with a kick to the gut, followed by a brain buster from the challenger. Sajec pulls Malign up and sets him up for a suplex, but Malign reverses it into a vertical suplex of his own. Sajec gets up and ducks a clothesline and catches Malign with a bulldog for the two count. Sajec whips Malign into the ropes.
BS: Tornado back breaker from Sajec!
Malign holds his back in pain but the pain in his back is quickly replace with a pain his his head as he is nailed with a beautiful DDT from Sajec. Sajec pulls Malign up and sets him on top of his shoulders. He brings Malign back down to the canvas with a reverse DVD. Sajec ascends the turnbuckle.
BS: This looks like-- Yes! The Turn On Elbow Drop! Sajec with the cover! One! Two! Three! NO!! Ash is saying that it was only a two count!
GM: He's telling Sajec that Malign's foot was on the rope!
BS: His foot wasn't on the rope!
GM: Yeah it was. I saw it.
Tony Sajec is obviously ticked, but avoids a confrontation with Ash and tends to the matter at hand with Malign. He pulls Malign up but, miraculously, Malign begins to fight back. Punch by Malign. Kick to the guy. Powerbomb from Malign. Malign pulls Sajec up and whips him into the turnbuckle and follows the move with a splash. Sajec's body falls limply to the ground and Malign drops an elbow on him. Malign pulls Sajec up and takes him right back down with a double arm underhook DDT. Sajec gets up with a little help from Malign pulling him up by the hair, and is swiftly kicked in the stomach. Malign sets Sajec up for a pump handle slam. He turns the pump handle slam into a powerbomb.
BS: That's his finisher! Falling Into Oblivion! Malign with the cover! But Ash isn't counting! What's he doing?
GM: Taking a breather?
Ash simply looks at Malign with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Malign uses his own hand to make the three count, but Ash only laughs at him. Malign jumps up and gets in Ash's face and begins yelling at him. Ash calmly removes the cigarette from his mouth and blows smoke into the face of Malign. Malign angrily shoves Ash, but Ash shoves him back into the waiting arms of Tony Sajec, who delivers a devastating German suplex. Malign begins to battle back and the two men fight back and forth as Ash slides out of the ring and walks over to the announce table.
BS: Oh lord, what's he doing?
Ash walks over to Bret Sanders and shoves him out of his chair. Bret gets up from the floor as Ash carries the metal folding chair to the ring.
GM: (laughing) Oh man, that was great! Guess you've got standing room only for the rest of the night, eh Bretley?
BS: Shut up Gary. Just Shut Up.
GM: Man that HAD to be embarrassing. I mean, getting knocked on your butt on national television!
BS: SHUT UP!
Ash walks over to Malign, who is holding Sajec in the corner with his foot and taps him on the shoulder. Malign turns around and Ash removes the cigarette from his mouth and places the tip on the shoulder of Malign, burning the big man. Malign angrily pushes Ash, but Ash pushes back and pokes Malign with the chair he's holding. Meanwhile, Tony Sajec is attempting to catch his breath after being choked by Malign. Ash pokes Malign with the chair again and dares him to hit him. Ash then flips Malign the bird. This sends Malign over the edge as he snatches the chair out of the hands of Ash. Malign swings the chair down towards the head of Ash, but Ash anticipates it and quickly jumps out of the way and the chair ends up hitting Tony Sajec right square in the head. Ash immediately calls for the bell, thus disqualifying Malign.
Ash then flicks the remainder of his cigarette at Malign as he laughs before rolls out of the ring and quickly exits the arena as "Break Stuff" once again blares over the speakers.
BS: Oh my! Gary, you've got to wonder if this is what Ash had planned all along!
GM: Of course not. It was all coincidental.
BS: Tony Sajec wins the match, but Malign retains his title!
GM: Ash had a plan and it pulled through!
Malign stands in the ring glaring at the entrance ramp from which Ash just left. There is a look of hate in his eyes. A look of revenge.
BS: Folks we're out of time, but join us next week for Shockwave in Greensboro! For Gary McFarland and everyone here at EWI thank you and good night!