Madness on ECWF Madness - A Challenge Made & a Message Sent?

Cass steps up grabbing Sarah from behind and spinning her around before cracking the Brit upside her head.. The impact staggers Hartley to the right as Desmond comes ROARING out of the corner and leaps forward with a huge gore nearly splitting Sarah Hartley in half and drawing both cheer and jeer from the audience!

SHAWN NOLEN: “Gore like a Mo-FO!”

JILLIAN NOLEN: “Sarah Hartley never saw it coming, not even for a moment”

SHAWN NOLEN: “I’m not even sure Cass did”

Hightower grins wide as Desmond pulls himself up to his feet, but a friendly pat on the back brings only a cold shoulder from the Extreme champion… Instead he turns his attention to the cage door and heads over to it before shoving it open and climbing through before stepping outside of the ring. Cass turns calling for the bell as the Sexy Skeleton retrieves his championship from the floor at the base of the ramp.

JILLIAN NOLEN: “If that wasn’t a farce, I don’t know what is… Can’t we just have a championship match without controversy just once?”

“Dragula” plays over the P.A system as the cage wall begins to rise up slowly from its position over the ring… Desmond thrusts the title into the air pointing to his Unholy Legion in the “Graveyard” section before slinging the belt over his shoulder and walking up the ramp satisfied with the task… He did exactly what he’d set out to do – win – and it didn’t matter how. All that mattered was that he was still the Extreme Champion…

SHAWN NOLEN: “Hartley is getting up… But Cass is eying her… This could end badly…”

Cass spins the dazed Geordie around and lays a boot into her mid-section. The blow doubles Sarah over and allows Cass to grab her, step in and DRIVE home the Ranhei sending Hartley head first violently into the mat

JILLIAN NOLEN: “Canada’s Calling… That wasn’t necessary…”

SHAWN NOLEN: “You see how much better things are now that we banned that punk ass Lasiewicz from the arena?”

JILLIAN NOLEN: “You better hope he isn’t watching on a TV right now… You do have to leave this place tonight”

The fans boo the Champion as she rolls out of the ring with a little sneer on her face. Cass trots to the time keepers table and plucks her World Title off it before turning and strutting her way off as Desmond’s theme is replaced with the sounds of “Fuck The World” By Asking Alexandria….

JILLIAN NOLEN: “Stay tuned people… We have a four way Ladder match to determine the Number One Contender to the ECWF World Title next!”

The Cameras fade away with the image of Cass Hightower thrusting the ECWF World Title into the air with the fans roaring aloud…

The cameras return to the ECWF arena and the sounds of mass booing with the sights of Sarah Hartley – now bloodied and sporting a neck brace being loaded onto a stretcher by the medics in attendance… The mass chaos spilling over in front of the crowd during the commercial break

JILLIAN NOLEN: “Are we back on?”

Jillian’s voice broke through the scene of chaos over her headset through static and faulty signal… Shawn Nolen, the ECWF Chief of Staff was nowhere to be scene, the commentators desk broken into pieces and Jillian Nolen – the sole announcer left at ringside scampered through the rubble trying to get one of the three headsets to work…

JILLIAN NOLEN: “Ladies and gentlemen… We had chaos during the commercial break, and I’m sorry for the technical problems… Please stay with us…”

The cameras shift off the dishevelled commentator and onto the ring where the medics slide the Stretcher off the apron and onto a gurney as they put an oxygen mask onto the face of the Geordie and quickly wheel her up the ramp. Inside the ring stand both Ashe and Genocide – boxed into a corner by ECWF security… Jillian’s voice finally breaks through again, this time a bit clearer as she gets a microphone linked to the television audio as opposed to the arena P.A

JILLIAN NOLEN: “Chaos during the break… As you can see, my brother has left alongside the paramedics as we can only hope and pray for Sarah Hartley after what was nothing short of a cowardly show of malice by Ashe and Genocide…. We’ll take you to what we were able to capture of it during the commercial, but I warn you that it is graphic”


Sarah rolls out of the ring, sore and pissed off she heads over to the commentators desk before sticking a finger in the face of Shawn Nolen, her voice picking up over the headset as she barks at him with her Newcastle Accent spilling over into her words

SARAH HARTLEY:“What the hell was that!?... You fucking wankers ALLOW this shit to go on and THIS is the reason we’re losing ratings and superstars left and right!”

SHAWN NOLEN: “Whoa, Sarah… Easy, I don’t make the match rules. I’m not the commissioner.”

SARAH HARTLEY: “Fuck that Shawn! I want Mo Singh out here right now!”

SHAWN NOLEN: “We got a match starting, you’re gonna have to go out back and talk to him”

Before another word can be said Genocide rounds the corner with no warning and clobbers Sarah from behind forcing her forward and onto the table. Jillian and Shawn both jump up and back to the Barricade as Josh grabbed a hand full of her hair with his left hand before stunting her hard across the face over and over again with his right. Each blow coming with the full might of the Hardcore Icon with the impact of his fist smacking off her skull even coming through on the headsets

JILLIAN NOLEN: “Josh, stop!... Shawn DO SOMETHING”

Nolen steps forward and right into a sucker punch by Genocide that sends his Aviators off and the Elder Nolen to the floor mat… Jill’s eyes widen as Josh jumps up onto the table and pulls Sarah up setting her head between his legs… A sick grin crosses his face as he raises an arm into the air – still Jillian tries to reason

JILLIAN NOLEN: “JOSH!!! STOP THIS!”

He pulls her upright across his shoulder her legs dangling behind him as her head faces forward… Her eyes, now in a daze see the rafters above her before he jumps up, slides her forward and DRIVES her head first through the table with the Dreaded Rail Driver. Jillian shrieks as the table explodes in a mass of debris beneath the mighty force of the most dangerous move in the sport. Josh pills himself up out of the tangled mess of wires and grabs Sarah’s legs dragging her still body out of the mess before picking her up and rolling her into the ring as Ashe struts down the ramp with a very chared/dented/and battered steel chair marked with countless names taken as trophies by the weapon – held in high acclaim by his ex-wife and ECWF Matriarch Krystal.

JILLIAN NOLEN: “Ca- - Wh- - oing - - on”

Jillian’s headset cuts in and out after the destruction of her table as Shawn Nolen begins to pull himself up after getting knocked stupid with the sucker punch… Ashe ascends the ring steps and enters the ring through the middle ropes as Josh grabs Sarah pulling her upright onto her knees… Barely cognitive and in a clear haze she sits upright on her knees wobbling unsteady and unaware as Josh steps back… Ashe pulls something small out of his pocket and jams it into the wad of putty duck tapped to the chair before raising the weapon into the air and bringing it down a top of Sarah’s head with a thunderous explosion

“BOOM!”

The chair flies up out of Ashe’s arm and bounces to rest outside of the ring as Sarah slumps over – almost in an instant security floods the ring in force pushing both Ashe and Genocide away as the Medics follow them in frantically trying to attend to Sarah as Chief Nolen waves Dr. Tanner down…



JILLIAN NOLEN: “I can only say that I am appalled by this… There’s no reason to put a person’s life in danger like this…I’m being told that Sarah is being taken to Baptist Hospital here in Miami. I will give you any and all updates as I get them”

Finally with Hartley up the ramp and out of the way, security backs off and slowly exit the ramp before heading back up the ramp to assist in any way with the transporting of Sarah… Ashe turns to Josh and says something, Elliot nods and exits the ring before walking to the time keepers desk and plucking the microphone off it before returning to the ring… He turns to Ashe and hands it over as the arena continues to boo the heinous act… Draven smirks and runs a hand through his hair before speaking up to the crowd

ASHE DRAVEN: “Ladies and Gentlemen…”

Again they BOOO as loud as possible as Draven continues to speak

ASHE DRAVEN: “Do not blame myself or Josh for this act… We did NOT want this to happen and to be perfectly honest… It was perfectly PREVENTABLE… That’s right, all I wanted… All I DEMANDED was that the coward Andreas Lasiewicz, who has sullied our show for weeks and weeks to be MAN enough and accept my challenge to him for a match… ANY kind of match at HIS home turf in EXODUS wrestling.”

JILLIAN NOLEN: “This was to make a point!? You Scumbags!”

ASHE DRAVEN: “This is YOUR fault Andreas! You could have been a man and accepted the terms... But instead you chose to be a coward hiding behind social media or the excuse of having “better things” to deal with than me… Heh…”

Ashe stops, looking directly into the camera that has been brought up onto the apron to broadcast the life feed

ASHE DRAVEN: “Well now you no longer have bigger or better things to worry about… Do you?”

BOOOOOO!!!

The fans continue to pour the hatred on Ashe as he speaks with that arrogant grin on his face

ASHE DRAVEN: “Maybe you’re simply afraid Andreas?... Scared that you’ll stand in the ring across from a GOD – afraid that you’ll be forced to bend a knee and admit that you are an inferior man after I humiliate you in your own back yard… Or maybe… Just maybe you’re afraid of coming here after and standing face to face with the most dangerous man in America… Inside the Extreme Aggressor?”

Josh places a hand on Ashe’s shoulder and asks up for the microphone… Ashe obliges and turns it over to his brother as Josh steps away, looking now into the cameras as he speaks

’GENOCIDE’ JOSH ELLIOT: “Lasie… Where the HELL were you tonight, huh “BRO”?... What’s up? No more Hero tactics? No more swooping in to save your lover from the humiliation that is the truth? Let’s face it old man, you can’t protect her from the fact that she’s nothing but a washed out disc jockey trying like hell to recover a lost memory… And now that you’ve allowed this to happen, we’ll see if you have the balls to accept our challenge”

Genocide smirks rubbing his chin before continuing

’GENOCIDE’ JOSH ELLIOT: “I don’t blame you… It takes a special kind of bravery to step inside the Extreme Aggressor match. To accept the tortures that await a man inside an iron bar steel cage containing all the instruments of a TLC match… Of course, you’d have to survive a match against God himself first to even find yourself in my fucking house”

Mr Lasiewicz has been unavailable for comment, though press have been politely asked to leave both himself and Miss Hartley alone for the time being as she is nursed back to health in Miami. We are unsure to her condition at the moment, and even though Mr Lasiewicz himself was assaulted by G & M this past week, we do know that he is by her bedside in Miami. EXODUS Pro would like to send their prayers out to them for a healthy recovery.