MNB - Boston, Massachussetts (11/12/2007)

[Saul]

The new theme song for Monday Night Brawl, "15 Step" by Radiohead, plays over the intro for the show before fading in to the arena.

Skippy- Welcome to Monday Night Brawl, LIVE from Boston, Massachussetts! We're hot from a VICTORIOUS Stablewars 9, but left without a General Manager...

Aiello- Too right. It's a dark or a bright day, whichever way you look at it. Max has left and Sean Ferguson is sucking up all the credit for it. Meanwhile, upper management has scheduled two title matches for this evening, by mandatory circumstance.

Skippy- Gotta love those management clauses. Joey Orsome defends his International title against former International champ and the man Orsome won the belt from in the first place, Sean Ferguson.

Aiello- But we can't stop there. Lance Fiennes is also here tonight defending the Hardcore title against recent brand jumpshipper Alex Draven, who's earned a shot after fighting his way through the under-ranks over the past few months.

Skippy- But the main event is touted to be the most exciting match of the night. No belts are on the line, but the explosion of talent is sure to steal the show with North American champion Link facing EwC Champion Moses Lake in a grudge match.

Aiello- Earlier on in the card though, we've got three qualification matches for King Of The Cage.

Skippy- That's right! We're now officially on the road to King Of The Cage, the tournament that can change one man's career forever here. Last year's winner was Moses Lake. Who will it be this year?

Aiello- We'll have to wait and see. For now... let's get to our first match of the evening.

Franchise Killer VS Johnny Burns VS Lorenzo Wayne

The three are already in the ring, and waste no time being demolished as Lance Fiennes and Joey Orsome both do a run-in and show off their teaming skills by way of systematically taking out each competitor.

Aiello- "Look at this! Orsome and Fiennes, recently allied, taking out the trash!"

Skippy- "This is so cruel, but fun to watch!"

Orsome spears Burns while Lance hits Franchise Killer with the Fiennes-O-Matic. Wayne tries to come up to Orsome from behind, but Lance clotheslines Wayne down, picks him up, and both Orsome and Lance clothesline him out of the ring, the bell chimes, calling a no contest as the three competitors are taken away by EMTs as Lance and Orsome head to the back.

Winner: No Contest

After the three competitors are taken away, we fade backstage to a man standing at a door to an office. The name on the office door is freshly engraved, but blurred from competent view. President Mac is standing at the door, his bald head glimmering in the light as he smiles, talking to a man inside. We can't see who's inside, but Mac nods and then shuts the door before walking off.


Mac- I'll see you out there!


Moving back to the arena, Mene Gene enters the ring with a microphone.


Mene Gene- Would you please welcome to the ring... President of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation... Mr. Mac!


President Mac's music blares out of the speakers as the audience gets to their feet in applause and appreciation of BigMac himself as he walks down the ramp in his expensive suit and climbs the stairs to enter the ring. In the ring, he takes the microphone from Mene Gene and then dismisses him before raising his finger and twirling it for the music to die out.


Mac- Good evening, Boston and I hope you're enjoying this instalment of Monday Night Brawl, everyone watching from around the world. This past Stablewars, Brawl proved for the ninth consecutive time that it was the superior brand. Despite fighting amidst its own ranks for personal gain, I think Brawl endured all the chaos best, and that's why it's still standing here today...


A big pop from the crowd.


Mac- Tonight's matters however require far more attention, however. For a start, Joey Orsome and Lance Fiennes are defending their titles tonight. Also, we're beginning the road to King Of The Cage. It's only a few short weeks, and it will be a night of history, for sure. But, King Of The Cage aside, even... I'm out here tonight... to announce the replacement for my son Max Carter as General Manager of Monday Night Brawl.


Another huge cheer from the crowd.


Mac- I made a few calls, rang all the experts in professional wrestling I could, and called in a couple of favours. This man I am confident will take thorough care of the brand. I've brought him in specifically for these 'special cases' like the man who beat down my son. So, without further ado... please welcome to the ring...





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SAUL WEISZ!!!

The Road Version of "Eternal Life" by Jeff Buckley hits and from the smoking rampway comes the vision of a shortish man with an acoustic guitar strapped to his back over a black suit. Saul holds his arms up into the air as pyro explodes at the start of the first verse. The audience, not knowing the man, cheers wildly for him as he walks down the ring, smirking as he ignores the cheering people in the front row. He climbs up the stairs and slips into the ring, walking up to President Mac before shaking his hand and taking the microphone from him as the music dies.

Saul- Thank you President Mac, sir. I'm honored to finally be working for a man of your stature in a federation as globally respected as the Extreme Wrestling Corporation.

Mac's music hits once more as he leaves the ring and heads up the ramp to a final cheer, leaving Saul alone in the ring to talk to the fans.

Saul- Now... first thing is first. The mess Max Carter has left this brand in is no more. I will be working to the best of my ability to flatten everything out as it should be. This brand will not go down the boredom drain as it has for the past few months... it will be reinvigorated and truly instated as EwC's flagship brand. If I were THAT powerful, I would replace you barbaric Boston p****ies with a more humble crowd.

The audience starts to jeer loudly as Saul grins proudly.

Saul- Oh shush up you crybabies. I checked the regional album sales for my last album This Home and found that this city didn't bother. Well screw you all. I'm ten times the musician any of you tape-players adore.

The jeers pick up as Saul, still in control, slips the guitar on his back around to his front and calls for a microphone stand to be brought to the ring as the lights dim out to a single spotlight. Stagehands set up a microphone in front of him, and a smaller one for his acoustic, and he looks up at the titantron, showing an image of him as the audience pipes down...

Saul- My first act as General Manager of Brawl is to play you all a song. It doesn't mean anything for you, but it means everything for me. I don't give a s**t if you lot don't like it because I like it.

He starts to strum the chords for Dolphins by Tim Buckley, starting to sing...

Sometimes I think about... Saturday's child,
And all about the times... when we were running wild.
I've been out searching... for the dolphins... in the sea.
Ah, but sometimes I wonder... do you ever... think of me...
Ah, but sometimes I wonder... do you ever... think of me...

This old—

Suddenly, "Oh My God" by Guns N' Roses hits and none other than Sean Ferguson walks out onto the ramp as Saul is cut off, the audience jeering loudly throughout even Saul's song. Now cheering wildly for Sean Ferguson as he walks out with a microphone in hand and a paper bag in the other.

Sean- Sorry to interrupt your turd-shape showcase, fresh-meat, but I figured I'd come out here and save the fans from that 40 year old drab you're wailing about.

Only frowning, Sean already raises a brow at the unexpected restraint of the new GM.

Sean- Now, when you get back to your new spick-and-span office, Mr. Weisz, you may notice a slight smell and a new brown decoration on your desk.

The audience grimaces, but laughs and cheers anyway.

Sean- I'm sorry, I was just busting to go to the toilet. You didn't have any paper on hand, so I used one of these to wipe my ass with...

Sean pries open the paper bag and pulls his head away from the smell. He shows the contents to the camera, which zooms in to find a shit-stained copy of Saul Weisz's This Home album inside. Saul fails to change his expression. He stands there, his guitar in hand, and then he smirks.

Sean- God damn it. Why won't you get pissed off?

Saul- Did you by any chance take a s**t in the room that was marked 'General Manager'?

Sean- No duh.

Saul- Hey Paulie up in tech, switch the cameras on to the office!

Sean looks up behind him at the titantron and his smile is turned upside down as the owner of the venue walks into what is apparently HIS office and screams in rage. The image blacks out and Sean looks down the ramp at Saul.

Saul- I don't much mind you using my album to wipe your bum with... I mean, you bought it. You can do whatever you want with it. As for the whole poo-disaster there. I left a note for him.

Security walks out onto the ramp and grabs Sean by the arms, dragging him away as the audience jeers loudly at Saul. Sean tries to fight back, but an overwhelming force of security pulls him backstage.

Saul- Don't worry, he'll still be in his match tonight... I just have plans for him afterwards.

The audience's jeers pipe up as the new GM, Saul Weisz, makes his way from the ring back up the ramp, waving and grinning to the unappreciative audience before disappearing backstage as the show heads to a commercial break...

[Saul]

KING OF THE CAGE QUALIFICATION
Matt Merricon VS John Green

Matt runs into the ring straight from his music and dives under the bottom ropes, he jumps up and stalks John Green who is unaware of this still taunting the crowd. John turns to get a vicious neck breaker by Matt. Matt follows up with some technical wrestling locking in a chin lock followed by an arm bar. Green reverses however and begins to lay rights into Matt who is lead on the mat. John gets up and stamps on Merricon but Matt grabs Johns foot and yanks him over and then elbows him in the face before dragging him into the center of the ring and hitting a standing Moonsault he makes a cover!

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Kickout at two and a half. Matt calmly stands up and kicks John in the side of the head before heading himself to the ropes, he climbs to the top and stands there waiting on Green to get up. Green slowly but surely stands and stumbles around into the direction of Matt, Matt leaps but John moves and Matt lands hard on the Matt below as he holds his ribs and hands in agony. John quickly pounces on him dropping a standing elbow before pulling him to his feet and then bouncing him off the ropes and hitting a spinning powerbomb. Green covers Matt.

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Kickout by Merricon.

Skippy: Two way dance so far, very even.

Aiello: There's only going to be one going through to that prestigious tournament though.

Green gets up pulling Matt up with him and pushes him into the corner, he then follows up with a splash and then another. He goes for a third time but matt moves and quickly counters with a back-cracker. He then rolls John Green over and locks in a sharpshooter! Green squirms around in pain trying to find the ropes but they are nowhere to be found. He gets close to the ropes and stretches out his finger tips with one last gasp and holds the rope tight. Matt is forced to break the hold, but Green seams injured. Matt then goes to more work on the injured leg by slamming the knee joined into the mat below hard. He then stomps on it a few times before moving it to the ropes and then hooking the ankle onto the rope he jumps up and lands on the knee, Green wriggles with pain. Matt drags him into the middle and covers.

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Kickout! Matt smiles before pulling Green back up, he goes for a right hand but Green blocks and again and now comes back with his own punches before leveling out Matt with a clothesline but he immediately grabs the injured knee. Green goes to pick up Matt but Matt brings him down with a chop-block to the back on the knee, Matt jumps up and climbs the turnbuckle and hits a flying elbow drop from the top. He then gets up once again and throws Green into the ropes, Green comes back only to get hit with a giant standing dropkick from Matt. Matt adjust him again near the middle of the ropes and moves to the other side, grabbing the top rope he springboards himself over into a lionsault but Green raises his knees and Matt crunches to the mat garbing his back. Green manages to crawl over to him and puts his arm across him.

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Kickout by Merricon.

Aiello: I thought Green had it won there Skip.

Skippy: I had no doubt in the Merricon.

Green is angry as he pulls Matt up by the hair but Matt punches him in the ribs, then again and then a standing enziguri to the back of Greens head, he stumbles and then drops to the floor. Matt composes himself catching some breath before moving in on Green. Green stands up and Matt kicks him in the gut and lifts him up for a delayed suplex. Matt then roles out quickly and lifts Green to his feet; he signals to the crowd and then hits Merriconism. Cover.

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Aiello: It's all over.

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Winner and advancing to King of The Cage: Matt Merricon.

Matt goes to celebrate on the turnbuckle... when from the crowd, both James Chambers and Gladiator run in.

Aiello- Oh my God, it seems like the KOTC potentials are already hamming it up!

Chambers powerbombs Matt off the turnbuckle while Gladiator picks Green up and throws him out of the ring. Chambers rolls Matt from the ring as EwC officials help Matt and Green from the arena as the next match starts.

KING OF THE CAGE QUALIFICATION
James Chambers VS Gladiator

The bell rings as both men circle each other, you can tell the difference in their sizes and it shoes in strength too as the go into a lock-up but Chambers just pushes Gladiator back into the corner. The ref breaks them up as Chambers steps back and motions to Gladiator to bring it on. Gladiator runs at Chambers but Chambers moves to the side surprisingly grabs Gladiator by his hair and then slams him head first too the mat. Gladiator grabs his head in agony. Chambers puts his hand over the top of his head and lifts him up throwing him into the corner and then laying into him with thick and hard right hands. Gladiator slumps to the floor motionless as Chambers continues the work with some boots too his face. Gladiator still doesn't move. Chambers then grabs him and throws him into the other ropes with an Irish whip but before Gladiator can rebound back to Chambers he just slumps down to the floor. Chambers shrugs and makes a pin cover.

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Gladiator amazingly just lifts up his shoulder.

Skippy: How'd he do that?

Aiello: I have no idea but it still isn't looking good for Gladiator.

Chambers stalks the former World Champ, who tries to beg him off, but The Beast got too close and Gladiator pokes him in the eyes. Gladiator then hits a low blow for good measure. Gladiator then climbs to the outside to grab a chair. Gladiator has it over his head and is about to lay out Beast, but the ref grabs the chair from him. Gladiator and the ref argue a moment, but the ref goes to take the chair out and when he does Gladiator goes to nail Beast with a pair of brass knuckles, but Beast grabs his hand before it strikes. Beast twists Gladiator's arm before delivering a fierce head butt! Gladiator stumbles back and The Beast scoops him up before hitting a powerbomb! Beast with the cover!

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Kickout by Gladiator once again!

Aiello: Wow, real heart from the former World Champ and hall of Famer.

Skippy: Back to the action.

Chambers has Gladiator in the middle of the ring bent on his knee as Chambers stretches his back; he also pushes on the chin to strain the spinal column even more. Gladiator manages a muffled cry. Chambers then chucks the lifeless body to the floor and roars to the crowd before lifting Gladiator from the ground bounces him into the ropes, comes off the adjacent ropes and hits the Beast Season on Gladiator. He flies out of the ring and lies there not moving. The referee has no choice but to count him out.

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Gladiator crawls into the ring! Chambers is having none of it as he fiercely grabs Gladiator and literally launches him into the corner rope, Gladiator valiantly battles backs but Chambers using his raw strength knees him in the gut, and chops his chest before sitting him a-top the turnbuckle and sets up The Krunch, he connects. Gladiator almost out cold The Beast makes the pin.

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Chambers raises his arms in victory.

Winner and advancing to King of the Cage: James Chambers

Chambers celebrates in the middle of the ring as Gladiator gets to his feet and holds out his hand. The two competitors shake hands gracefully before exiting the ring as the show heads to a commercial...

[Saul]

The sound of money is the first thing heard on the sound system of the EWC arena. The crowd doesn’t know what to do, some cheer but most just boo the hell out of him because well, they are all jealous. The music continues as the lights grow to a green, one dollar bills start raining down from the rafters and at that moment, those scavengers most call fans are killing each other just to try and catch a few dollars. Then, from out of the back, through the curtains on the left side of the entrance ramp, out pulls a 2008 Ford Shelby Mustang convertible. It’s money green and has two white stripes up the hood. The roof is down and from the backseat sits the man with the plan, Money Man Nate Samuels. The driver parks the car right next to the entrance ramp as Money Man stands up on the backseat waving to the crowd. His wave and his smile is obviously a fake one to boot, he is pretty much mocking the crowd. He acts as if they are cheering but they are really booing him to death. Nate jumps out of the car and is standing smack dab in the middle of the entrance ramp. For some reason he is dressed to compete and has on a green sports jacket with white lettering on the back that says Money Man. He struts down the ramp flaunting his grace amongst these imbeciles known as the EWC fans. He finally gets to the ring and walks up the stairs; he wipes his feet at the edge of the ring before finally entering. Nate walks over to the side and signals for a mic to be put in his hand. Nate grabs the mic and with a smile painted on his face he taps it twice to see if it works. He then raises the mic to his mouth.

Nate Samuels: “Hello to you all. For those who have forgotten or are just plain idiots, I am 'Money Man' Nate Samuels. Most of you are booing, that’s fine, that is ok and you know why it is ok? The reason why it is ok is because I don’t care what any one of you think about me. When it is all over with and the final knuckle gets white, in the end I still stand better than all of you.”

Nate smirks and struts in a cocky like manner.

Nate Samuels: “Go ahead, boo away, boo your little -redacted- heads off because it really doesn’t make one bit of difference. Now do go flattering yourselves, I am not here to spend my whole time preaching about how each and every last one of you suck, I am here for other reasons. I have come out here to officially speak on my transfer over to Brawl. Now I know I have said something about it in the past and I know I have been somewhat of a ghost recently but all that matters is that I am here now. First and foremost let me speak on my departure from Retribution Incorporated. I don’t know if all of you know this but I am no longer a member of that faction. The reasoning behind my leave is nothing personal I can tell you that, I have great respect for those in that stable and those who still represent it. I left for the simple fact that I felt that it wasn’t a good place for me. I feel like I am destined for bigger and better things and no offense, but with BDC retiring I feel like the remaining members are holding me back. They never really were there for me if you get my drift. But enough about that, I think I have said too much and for those who heard it well you pretty much get the idea that I left. Anyhow, rumors have been running ramped backstage. People are running around like they are chickens with their heads cut off and frankly I am getting somewhat tired of it.”

“Can’t you people back there hold your own for just one damn second? I mean it’s not like it’s the end of the world, so what if Max Carter isn’t the GM of Brawl anymore. Yeah, I know, I'm not the new GM...”

The crowd cheers at this statement but Nate acts as if they are booing about it.

Nate Samuels: “I know, I know, it sucks, I know, but hey, what can you do? I mean I would make one hell of a general manager! But in the end it’s not me who makes the decisions, it is in fact the boss…or the bosses…or whatever. Let me speak on my time here on Brawl, it’s been a bumpy road but hey I am getting used to it. Its not like Rampage where half wits are the stars of the show, no, Brawl is much more sophisticated than that. Hell they would have to be, I mean they traded some idiot for me because they want me that damn bad. I put the asses in the seats, I make my opponent look good, I am not like…well like….John Green. I don’t walk around with my head held high thinking that I am the best when in reality he just plain sucks. While I am on the subject of one John Green lets talk about him for a bit shall we? Let’s see what he can do to improve his game, well he can actually ACT like he has one ounce of talent in his body. He can come out here and cut a halfway decent promo WITHOUT screwing it up or making everyone go to sleep in the process. Hmmm, he could come up with a better catch phrase other than what he says now which by the way has no meaning behind it. Let me note this out, he only says that because he wants to sound and I quote, “cool.” Well me on the other hand I don’t…”

Just then, in the middle of Nate’s rant John Green’s music hits the sound system. Nate looks toward the entrance ramp and out comes…a man dressed up like John Green. Nate tilts his head and stands there. The man gets in the ring and stares down Nate.

Nate Samuels: “Well hello there John Green, how are you this evening? Never mind, don’t answer that. Anyways what is it that you want? Why did you decide to come out here and interrupt the man with the plan!?”

The FAKE John Green grabs the mic.

FAKE John Green: “Because, I am the….GREEN….and I am that damn…..GREEN!”

Nate Samuels: “I… see, very well then, you do show signs of being green in the ring, I will say that. But seriously John, why don’t you just turn around and walk back to the back because you are starting to look foolish. Go ahead; just go on back before you embarrass yourself even more. Go ahead, go on.”

The FAKE John Green turns around and starts to head to the back but just then before he gets out of the ring Nate nails Fake Green with the Million Dollar Slam (Carlito Back Cracker)

Nate Samuels: “Well Green, looks like I changed my mind.”

With the last chime of money, Money Man leaves the ring and heads up the ramp to a chorus of boos as the next match is about to start...

KING OF THE CAGE QUALIFICATION
Jesse Nuñez Vs. Mike Corral

Mene Gene- The Following match is for one fall, where the winner will earn an a slot at the king of the cage! Introducing first, hailing from San Diego, He is the saint, Mike Corral!

The house lights in the arena die out one by one until a single light reamins, hanging above the entrance ramp. After a short while of silence, the arena lights turn a goldish color as an airy tune plays from the sound system. Following six or so seconds of this, the note spins into an Italian-sounding intro. The lights twirl as the intro plays, before "Square Dance" actually starts up full-swing.

Eminem: People! It feels so good to be back!

Aiello- It really does. Matt Merricon and James Chambers are through to the King Of The Cage tournament... who of these two will make it?

As the song continues, Mike Corral steps out to boos from the audience. Corral just smiles cokily as golden sparks (think Orton) go off behind him. After 5 seconds, Corral walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans who are booing the hell out of him. As Corral gets to ringside, he begins to pump himself up before diving through the ropes. Corral hops up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle before tossing his jacket to the ground. Corral corkscrews off and lads it perfectly before stretching a little bit, preparing for the match.

Mene Gene- And now, introducing second hailing from Phoenix Arizona, he is the former EWC Undisputed Champion of the world, Jesse NUNEZ!

Jesse comes walking out from behind the curtain with his arms in the air doing the “Word Life” hands as the fans cheer out of their seats. The camera zooms out from the rafters to show the whole arena on their feet. The camera then zooms back in front of Jesse. Jesse is wearing his black "The Prodigy" t-shirt with a chain with dog tags around his neck. He also has on a black hat on his head. The hat reads "The Prodigy" on the front and his name on the back, the hat is tilted slightly to the left of his head so that is barely covering over his left eye but he could still see and you could still see his eye barely. Melina comes out walking beside Jesse. Every time the song starts to scratch, Jesse does the “You Can’t See Me” wave.

Skippy- There's no denying that Jesse Nuñez is the fan favourite to win this match here tonight. He has the experience, the skill, the strength and speed, and Mike Corral's career is one of the EwC's most inconsistent.

Jesse looks around the stadium and sees everybody cheering for him around the arena. The women fans cheer as they see him walk down toward the ring. Melina is awaiting down by the ring for him. Jesse then runs and is about to slide into the ring but is stopped by Melina as she kisses him on the lips as the women boo. He slides into the ring. As he stands up he looks around at the fans once more. Jesse walks to the furthest turnbuckle away from him as he climbs to the middle turnbuckle he puts the "Word Life" fingers in the air holding it in both hands, as he does gold sparks fall from the rafters around the ring. Jesse jumps down as the sparks continue to fall, he does the same on the opposite turnbuckle, the sparks end. Jesse then takes his hat off and throws it into the crowd. He also takes off his t-shirt and hands it to someone at ringside. He walks over to the furthest turnbuckle and he begins to throw punches to get himself warmed up. He then takes off his chain with the dog tags on it and hands it to someone at ringside. His theme music begins to die off.

Aiello- We're off to a start...

The two face off in the ring, quickly giving each other respectful nods as the bell rings. The quickly lock hands, in a test of strength, which Nunez easily gets, shoving Corral onto his back. Corral quickly flips over, and goes right back in, this time in a grapple. He throws Nunez in a side headlock, as Nunez forces him to the ropes, where he launches him off. Instead of attacking on the return, Nunez dives to the mat to allow Corral to jump over as he goes into the ropes. Nunez springs to his feet lands a big time hip toss!

Skippy- Wow! Nuñez is all over him like Joey Orsome on men!

Aiello- Skip, that remark just reminded me how much I love you.

Corral holds his back in pain, slowly getting to his feet as Nunez measures him, once Corral is on his feet again; he gets hit with another hip toss! This time he gets up quicker and is me by some snap jabs by Nunez. He gets hit so hard by the third one that ha backpedals toward the ropes, and Nunez launches him off of them. He goes for a clothesline on the return, but Corral ducks it, bounces of the ropes, and nails Nunez with a dropkick! Nunez hops up quickly only to be hit with another dropkick! Corral goes for the cover

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Kickout by Nunez.

Skippy- There's no getting past the former EwC champion here tonight...

Corral helps jesses to his feet, as he delivers some snap jabs of his own to the head of Nunez. He then locks him in, and goes for a Suplex, but Nunez slips behind the back of corral, and he picks him up trying to score an early resurrection! Corral counters with a punch to the head, slips down and catch Nunez in a roll-up

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Once again, Nunez quickly gets out of it, as Corral runs into the ropes. Nunez sees this, and meets Corral with a thunderous spear! Nunez goes for the pin

Aiello- It's over!

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Corral gets the shoulder up!

Skippy- Gotta give it to Corral... that was a close one...

Nunez quickly gets to his feet, and begins stomping on Corral. He then picks him up, and fires him into the corner. He then runs and goes for a big corner splash, but Corral moves at the last second! Nunez’s skull bounces off the turnbuckle as Corral takes advantage by running into the ropes, and clotheslines Nunez to the outside! Corral signals to crow that he’s gonna fly!

Aiello- He's up, up, and away!

He grabs the top rope, springs up on it, and lands a perfect Springboard Plancha! Corral gets hit with recoil as well, as he holds his stomach and rolls into the entranceway.
Both men are down, as the ref begins the ten count

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Nunez groggily rolls under the bottom rope to break the ten count. Corral follows soon after slowly climbing the apron, but Nunez meets him halfway with stiff forearm shots, rocking the head of Corral. He then hooks him for the suplex, but Corral fights out of it, shoulder thrusts Jesse in the stomach. He then grabs the top rope, and sunset flips over Nunez trying to get a pin!

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Nunez kicks out with a boot to the face of Corral. He then rolls over, hops up runs into the ropes and lays Mike out with a seated dropkick! He hooks the leg

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Corral gets the shoulder up at the last second!

Aiello- I really think Corral is out to prove something here tonight...

Corral gets up, turns around, ducks a clothesline attempt by Nuñez and then attempts to return the favour with his own... but Nuñez grabs Corral's arm, twists under it and pulls him up for THE RESURRECTION!!!

Skippy- Corral is GONE!!!

But the audience screams as Saul Weisz strides out onto stage with his guitar being strummed. Saul smiles and laughs at Nuñez from atop the ramp, looking down at him with one intention in mind: chaos.

Aiello- Does Saul have any reason to be there!?

Suddenly, Corral slips out of the hold and rolls Nuñez up...

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Skippy- OH MY GOD!!! HE DID IT! CORRAL BEAT JESSE NUÑEZ!!!

Aiello- Albeit with distraction by our "beloved" General Manager.

The audience jeers loudly as Saul stands atop the ramp, laughing and pointing at an enraged Jesse Nuñez as Corral quickly flees the ring, his arms raised as he's escorted back up the ramp.

Winner and advancing to King Of The Cage: Mike Corral

Aiello- Don't change the channel! We've got our three biggest matches of the night coming up... with Joey Orsome defending his International Title against Sean Ferguson... NEXT!

The show heads to a commercial...

[Saul]

INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Joey Orsome (C) Vs. Sean Ferguson

Mene Gene- "The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the INTERNATIONAL TITLE! Introducing first..."

The hard hitting guitar riffs of "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage hit in as all goes black and then with the shouted word "Yeah!" Joey jumps out from the curtain with his belt glistening over his shoulder while red pyro and fireworks blast off into the air. He raises his belt and then, when the chorus comes, "Even through the darkest days, this fire burns always", he jumps down the ramp as more pyro blasts off down the side of the ramp.

Mene Gene- Hailing from San Diego, California. Weighing in at 240 pounds. He is the International Champion... Joey Orsome!!

The crowd cheers loudly as he strolls confidently down the ramp. He smiles to the crowd as he stands in the ring and pulls his pose in the center as the crowd again cheers him, he awaits his challenger.

The crunchy guitars of "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson start out and the curtains part just in time for Sean "The Man" Ferguson to burst out onto the stage, limping slightly from an unauthorised beatdown at the hands of the detaining security. The fans in the arena explode, cheering their hero as Sean limps down the ramp. He stops at ringside and watches the inside of the ring before looking at the fans.

Mene Gene- And the challenger, weighing in at 243lbs... Sean Ferguson!!!

Footage of Ferguson inside and outside the ring flicker amongst red, white, and blue lights in the arena. Sean pulls himself up onto the apron of the ring before climbing through the ropes, eyeing Joey Orsome's title as the referee takes it and the music dies out.

Skippy- "And we're off to the start of this exciting match up!"

Aiello- "Too right! Joey is defending the title Sean never believed he truly lost."

Skippy- "To be fair, Sean never got pinned or made to submit by our current International Champion, so it's really just a matter of righting wrongs here tonight."

Joey rushes a weakened Ferguson, who tries to maneuver under a clothesline. Instead, his injured legs buckle and he is felled by a huge clothesline from the champion. Joey pulls up Ferguson's legs and then locks in a sharpshooter, the audience goes wild, cheering for either man.

Aiello- "Joey is taking advantage of a beatdown orchestrated by Saul Weisz off-camera... Ferguson's legs are the weak point, surely."

Sean gets a hold of the ropes, Joey lets go. He grabs Sean's left leg, lifts it up and bashes his knee against the ground. Sean shouts in pain, grabbing his knee cap as Joey continues the assault, stomping on Ferguson over and over until he finally picks Sean up by his hair and lifts him up for a Suplex. Sean hits the mat hard as Joey hooks the leg.

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Skippy- "Hey Aiello... what's the difference between Joey Orsome and Elton John?"

Aiello- "What?"

Skippy- "Elton John can sing."


Joey picks Sean up and throws him into the corner where he follows up with a brutal body block. Sean is squashed in the corner, and he falls on his arse as Joey pulls himself up the ropes and then drops his feet in Sean's face on the rebound. Joey rolls back onto his feet, Sean lies there in the corner, and then Joey rushes him, but Sean rolls out under the ropes at the last minute, allowing Joey to bash the corner with his knee. He grimaces in pain while Sean grabs a hold of Joey's legs from the outside and pulls him onto his face. Joey hits the ground before Sean pulls him to the outside of the ring.

Skippy- "Sean may have retained control, here."

Sean grabs Joey by his tights and throws him into the security railing. Joey stumbles from the impact before Sean follows up by slamming him into the nearby ring steps. The top steps topple over as Joey lies next to the outside corner. Sean doesn't let up, grabbing Joey by his hair to get him to his feet. He rolls Joey into the ring and follows him back in. Sean pulls himself up, but suddenly buckles on his legs again!

Aiello- "Jesus Christ! Sean's injuries are a little more serious than I thought..."

Joey gets up and rebounds off the rope, bashing Sean down to the ground shin-first as Sean sits up. Joey stalks Sean, waiting for him to get up.

Sean gets up, ducks a clothesline attempt and hits Joey with a quick neckbreaker! Sean is in control again. He follows up the attack with a sleeper hold on the mat. Joey is in an uncomfortable position as he tries to get out of the hold. He reaches out and flickers his fingers as the referee checks on him.

Skippy- "Go to sleep Joey... it'll all be over soon..."

But Joey hammers Sean across the face with an elbow. Sean loosens his grip, allowing for Joey to twist around, get an arm over Sean's head and hit him with a DDT! Joey goes for another pin.

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Sean gets up, Joey hits him with an enziguri, but Sean stumbles without falling. He stumbles back into the ropes, where Joey runs at him with a clothesline, but Sean ducks down and lifts Joey over the ropes. Joey lands on the apron, turns around and grabs Sean by the head. He then jumps off the apron and uses his weight to choke Sean against the ropes. Sean falls back on the floor, Joey climbs the nearest corner, and lifts his hands into the air.

Skippy- "High flying Joey Orsome!"

Joey jumps for a moonsault... but Sean rolls from the ring!!! Joey hits flat canvas, Sean grabs the International Title belt and runs in. The referee snatches the belt from Sean and spends dear time passing it back to the announcers while Sean takes his opportunity to wait for Joey to get up. He goes to kick him in the stomach, but Joey catches his leg and follows up with a tyrade of punches. But Sean lifts one leg up, catching Joey in the groin as the audience grimaces loudly.

Aiello- "Oh my God!"

The referee turns back to the two as Sean then follows up with the JAWS OF DEATH!!! Joey struggles in the hold before Sean then finishes off the move with the final DDT, a loud crack echoing through the arena as Joey is knocked out cold.

Skippy- "It's over! IT'S OVER!!!"

Sean hooks the leg.

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WINNER AND NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: SEAN FERGUSON

Sean is helped to his feet by the referee, his arms raised in victory as he smiles, overcoming the attempted screwjob by Saul Weisz as the referee hands Sean the International Title. He looks at it, kisses it on the centrepiece, and then holds it above his head. He exits the ring, heading up the ramp as the audience cheers wildly for the new champ. Joey is helped back up the ramp by officials as the scene fades backstage...






We cut backstage to find Joey Orsome limping in through the curtains. Clutching his shoulder, he bumps into Lance Fiennes, holding his Hardcore title, waiting for his own match to start.


Orsome- "FUCK!!!"

Lance- "That sucks, man."

Orsome- "Ah fuck it. I'll get Sean back when I can. Listen, I figure that what we did to BDC at Stablewars... we can do to some bigger fish, for sure... why don't we... you know... take on Chupa and Shadow for their Tag Team belts?"


Lance's eyes widen as he smiles sheepishly. He stares out into space as a vision of beating El Chupacabra's head into the canvas again and again until blood spills from his cracked head comes to mind.


Lance- "I like that idea... I like it a lot..."

Matt- "Oh fuck off!"


From off-frame, the camera then turns to reveal Matt Merricon standing there, eyeing down Joey Orsome with an intent to attack.


Joey- "What do you want?"

Matt- "Lance, you brought me here to, as you put it, 'use me as an excuse to get the tag belts'... now you're ditching that whole plan out the backdoor for this junkie you whupped yourself a few weeks ago?"

Joey- "Whupped!? Oh come on now, you little punk, it was a great match... I don't see YOU putting any feet into the same ring as me."

Matt- "No, but I'm right here, right now, and I'd be more than willing to beat some sense into you..."


Matt takes a step towards Joey before Lance barges in between the two and pushes them back.


Lance- "God damn it, you two! I have a title defense to worry about tonight and I don't need you two ruining it for me with your bickers over who's gonna go for the titles with me or not!"

- "That's why I have a compromise."


The three stop and look off frame to the right as the camera zooms out to fit four men onto the screen. The new General Manager Saul Weisz stands there, his guitar strapped to his back, with a contract in hand.


Saul- "I anticipated that you two would clash over who's Lance's 'better friend' or not, you schoolboy prats you..."


Matt and Joey take a step at Saul now, but Lance grabs them both by the shoulders and drags them back.


Saul- "That's why at the next Brawl show in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... before or after King Of The Cage depending on the blessed timetable structure that our wonderful president has laid out... it will be Matt Merricon facing Joey Orsome!!!"

Joey- "Shouldn't you be booking me against... uh... Level-One? He asked for a match!"

Saul- "You'll get your match with him, but not at the next show. Remember who's in charge now. If you want to still be known as a worthy competitor on this brand after that shocking performance, you'll face whichever big stars I'll throw at you."

Matt- "Hear that, Lance? He called me a big star!"

Saul- "Though Matt... if you lose... you won't be Lance's tag team partner for the next three month period — you will in fact be banned from being placed on the same team as him in any match — which will make you a double loser destined to end up back on the undercard with those I'm pretty sure you've already brushed shoulders with..."

Lance- "Sorry?"

Saul- "Yes. It will be a match to determine Lance Fiennes' tag team partner for certain 'aspirations' over the next few months. This is my chance to lay a sucker punch to the throat of that dying bat, Rampage."

Lance- "Saul... don't make it personal..."

Saul- "Lance, you blundering moron. You're either with Brawl or you're not. Grow a pair and get out there before I just take your belt off your shoulder and give it to Draven."

Lance- "Sure thing—"

Saul- "Oh yeah. Lance? Don't forget. Your match is hardcore rules. You wouldn't want to walk away clean, now, would you? Don't say anything. Just get the fuck out there."


Lance hurries over to the curtains, awaiting the match's commencement while Saul strides off, leaving Joey and Matt to shove each other back and forth childishly as the scene fades to a commercial...

[Saul]

HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
Hardcore Rules

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Lance Fiennes (C) Vs. Alex Draven[/center]


Mene Gene- "The following match is a Hardcore match for the EwC Hardcore Title!!!"

The droning guitars of "For A Brother" by Velvet Revolver hit, and when Weiland's droning kicks off the pyro explodes and Lance Fiennes walks out from the curtains, raising his arms to a cheering audience as his freshly styled shortcut glistens in the arena lights. Kid Cannabis edges out behind Lance with a toke in his mouth, smiling and waving to the audience as they pop even louder to welcome Lance's manager.

Mene Gene- "Accompanied by Kid Cannabis. Weighing in at 256lbs and hailing from Buffalo, New York... he is the Hardcore Champion... Lance Fiennes!!!"

Lance walks down the ramp with his ray-bans over his face and Kid Cannabis trailing behind, masking his appreciative eyes as he nods his head to the fandom of the audience. He heads around to the nearest staircase and walks up it while Cannabis stands at ringside for his client, and then Lance moves directly onto the turnbuckle looming above. On top he raises one arm, his Hardcore title hanging over his raised forearm and glistening in the arena light. Then, he jumps over the actual ropes and walks over to the centre of the ring where he awaits the challenger.

Suddenly, Draven's music plays and Alex Draven walks out onto the ramp, smirking at his opponent as he straps his hand bandages tighter for the gruelling match ahead. In one hand is a sledgehammer, and he holds it tight as he walks down to the ring where Lance awaits him.

Mene Gene- "And the challenger, weighing in at 228 pounds... Alex Draven!!!"

Fiennes has already handed his belt to the referee, whom has passed it to the announcers, and Draven slides into the ring where he stands at the other end of the ring to his formidable opponent and the man he is trying here tonight to dethrone.

Skippy- "Two huge talents collide tonight... could we see the Hardcore title changing hands as well tonight!?"

The bell chimes and the two circle each other. Alex rushes out, swinging his sledgehammer, Lance ducks it and slams a hard uppercut to the gut of Draven. Alex gasps, dropping the sledgehammer from the impact as Lance follows the first hit by dropping him with a DDT. Lance steps back, allowing Draven to get to his feet. Lance smirks as Draven grabs hold of his sledgehammer and comes for another swing. Lance again sidesteps it, but can't avoid a knee to the stomach. Lance is doubled over, Draven brings the head of the sledgehammer up and belts it across the back of Lance's skull.

Aiello- "OUCH! Is it over already!?"

He pins Lance.

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Skippy- "Draven must've knocked Lance out for a couple of seconds there!"

His eyes flicker as he sees stars. Draven drills into Lance, not letting up as he punches Lance across the face over and over and over. He pulls Lance up and then downs him with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Lance grimaces from the impact. Draven grabs him by his hair and pulls him to his feet. He has Lance in a headlock position, but Lance is much stronger and thus lifts Draven OVER his back, hitting him with a T-Bone suplex. Lance gets up, rebounds off the ropes and boots Draven across the face as he tries to rise.

Aiello- "Our champion is angry tonight!"

Lance grabs Draven by his hair and drags him to the nearest corner. He starts to chop away at Alex's chest, and Draven yelps in pain as the audience chants along with each chop. Finally, Draven grabs Lance across the skull and jabs him in the face. Lance stumbles away a bit, Draven hops on top of the ropes, hooks Lance's head, and jumps off, hitting a top-rope tornado DDT!!! He pins the champ.

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Skippy- "That was slow!"

Draven rolls out of the ring and snatches a chair from the announcer. He slips back into the ring, ready to bust some heads open, when Lance chooses to get to his feet, Draven's earlier sledgehammer in hand. Draven rushes over to hit Lance with the chair, but Lance swings with the sledgehammer, and the two weapons collide, bouncing from each other's grasps. But Draven recovers quicker, rushing at Lance and downing him with a clothesline.

Lance bounces back from it, though, only to be whipped into the corner. Draven grabs Lance's head and bashes it against the corner before shoving him aside to expose the top turnbuckle pin. The audience pops as carnage is sure to ensue.

Aiello- "Draven! Why did you turn away!"

Draven turns back to be bashed across the face with a chair!!! Lance stands over a bleeding Draven, dropping the chair to the ground as his eyes become filled with hatred.

Skippy- "Draven was dead serious when he said this was personal!"

Lance drags an unconscious Draven out to the centre of the ring where he snatches the chair and then lies it on top of Draven's face. He bounces back off the ropes and drops an elbow onto the chair, pressing against Draven's face hard. Draven snaps awake from the pain of impact, and yells out in agony, shoving the chair off his face as Lance picks him up and chooses to throw him out of the ring.

Aiello- "Outside the ring is where all the fun begins!"

Fiennes grabs the chair and slips out of the ring, he sets it up in the corner, grabs the downed Draven and sits him up on the chair. Lance then searches under the ring and pulls out a table. The audience pops huge as Lance sets it up outside the ring. He grabs the exhausted Draven and slips him onto the table. Lance then raises his arms into the air and then points to Draven. The audience screams in delight as Lance slips into the ring and then climbs the turnbuckle. He looks out to Draven and then lunges, camera flashes all over the arena, only for Draven to jump off the table at the last minute, allowing Lance to crash and burn through the table.

Skippy- "OH MY GOD! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER!"

Draven quickly pins Lance in the wreckage, the referee counts.

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The audience cheers loudly as Lance has his shoulder up, Draven can't believe it and picks Lance up out of the table wreck, throwing him back into the ring. Draven grabs the chair from the corner of the security railing and slips into the ring again. Lance slowly pulls himself to his feet, turns, DUCKS THE CHAIR shot, gets behind Draven and picks him up for the...

Aiello- "FIENNES-O-MATIC! FIENNES-O-MATIC! IT'S OVER!!!"

Draven's neck is driven into the canvas hard by the Fiennes-O-Matic, and Lance wastes no time pinning Draven in the centre of the ring.

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WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: LANCE FIENNES

Skippy- "That was a huge match and a job well done from both competitors!"

Aiello- "Too right. Lance chalks another defense off the board and Draven shows that he means business on Brawl."

Lance raises his arms up in triumph as the referee hands his Hardcore title back to him. He kisses the headpiece and then turns around to see Draven pull himself up. Lance stares at Draven for a few moments, but then offers his hand. To the cheering audience, Draven shakes Lance's hand, and the two then exit up the ramp as the camera heads backstage...





President Mac is standing at the same office he did earlier on in the night. Again, the name is blurred.

Mac- "Saul's already getting a little out of control... but I have no doubts you can keep him in line for me, eh? Can't wait until I bring you out..."

Mac turns and walks off down the hallway as the cameras return to the ring.

Aiello- "Huh?"

Skippy- "I thought Saul was the mysterious guy in that office!"

Aiello- "Didn't Ferguson take a shit in there?"

White neon lights flicker throughout the arena and a rocked up version of "Men of Harlech" blasts from the arena's PA system. The crowd boos loudly as the man, the myth, the legend BDC walks from behind the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp. He is leaning on a walking stick. The EWC - Tron shows the Welsh National Flag, and red, white and green pyro shoot high into the air and he then walks slowly towards the ring. He slides the stick under the ropes and into the ring, and then slowly rolls under the ropes himself. With a supreme effort, he pulls himself up on the ropes, grabs his stick, and is handed a mic from the stagehand. He hears the crowd boo, shakes his head in disgust, and begins his promo.[/b]

“You know what, I give you ungrateful bastards my very best, week in and week out, yet you STILL can’t help yourselves by booing me. It’s obviously because you love the sound of your own voices or something, because I kind of stopped wondering where you get all your hatred for me years ago. Since being in this company, I’ve been spat at, had piss thrown at me and even through all of that, I’ve STILL come and given my all and continued to do what I do best – wrestle.

You see folks, that’s what I’m all about. Through thick and thin, through the good times and the bad times, regardless of what obstacles have been thrown in my way – I have always fought through the pain, fought through adversity and fought what the critics think, and I have always managed to push myself WAY past the pain threshold that would render any normal man a useless vegetable, incapable of doing anything other than sit on his ass, watching TV for the rest of his life while eating crisps, drinking beer and getting fat.

So, even though this is THE hardest thing I’ve EVER had to do in my life, I find myself forced to inform you all that due to the cowardly and vicious attack imposed on me from both Lance Fiennes and Joey Orsome, I am now officially on the long term injured list and am no longer medically cleared to wrestle, and am therefore no longer an active member of the EWC roster.”

He hangs his head in shame, which is made even worse by the cheers of joy emanating from the crowd.

“So, it’s like that is it? I come out here and bear my soul to you inbred hicks, and all I get in return is the piss taken out of me! Obviously, the sight of a man that is forced to use a walking stick just to get around is a great source of pleasure for you guys. Why is though that I’m not shocked or surprised? Why is that this is the EXACT kind of response that I expected?

Oh, you know what – fuck this. I thought that maybe this time you MAY react differently, but hey – you didn’t, so instead of the nice farewell I had originally planned, why not do what you all expect of me, and go out with a fucking bang!

Bottom line – without me, Brawl is nothing, so good luck with what you’ve been left with! I have sold out arenas ever since the very first day that I was signed to this joke of a brand, and I have been THE Main Event for almost 8 months. I was a double World Champion – something that has only been done a handful of times in the 10 long years that the EWC has been open. I am a former EWC Undisputed champion, and where it not for this injury, I would have been facing Lake tonight due to my rematch clause, and I would be a two time Undisputed Champion! I am the founder of THE most exciting and dominant force of all time, Retribution Inc, and it is because of ME that people like Link, Orsome and Fiennes are where they are today.

Am I pissed at Fiennes and Orsome? Hell yes, but can I blame them for what they have become, no. You see, they are what they are because of me, and they have inherited this new found vicious streak due to the constant training and guidance that I showed them. They’re turn was inevitable, and although I promise that there will be pain and suffering for them both when I return, for the moment I applaud their tenacity and bravery. They were clever, yet stupid though. They thought that taking me out of commission was a good thing, but I go on record today and send them a warning – Retribution is coming for you, and it comes in the form of a seven foot fire breathing kick ass machine!

Moses Lake, keep that title safe for me, because when I return, I will be taking it back.

I am going now. Miss me, hate me, respect me. Whatever it is you choose do, forget me at your peril. I have things working in the background as we speak, so watch your backs boys, because when you least expect it, I will get you in one form or another.

That’s a promise.

You have been warned.”

His music hits, and BDC leaves the ring in the same way as he entered as the show fades to its last commercial...

[Saul]

MAIN EVENT

Moses Lake Vs. Link[/center]

Mene Gene- "Tonight's main event is scheduled for one fall..."

Sound of a woman’s scream is heard followed by the chorus of "Elite". Link comes out from the back standing at the top of the ramp. He looks around briefly before stretching his arms out to his side with his hands in a fist. This pose is what he has always called the sign of the Elite.

Mene Gene- "On the way to the ring first, weighing in at 220 pounds, from San Jose, California... he is the North American champion... Link!!!"

He walks down the ramp and into the ring going to the front right turnbuckle (camera view) and again posing the sign of Elite. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and just stands on the 2nd rope staring out into the crowd not giving any signs of Elite or any facial expression. He steps down but stays next to the turnbuckle to wait for his opponent.

The lights dim as "Beer" by Reel Big Fish hits the amps. Moses comes out into the entry way and poses as pyros go off around him.

Mene Gene- "Now introducing, from Upriver, New Brunswick, Canada, and weighing in at 228 lbs., he is the EwC Undisputed Champion of the World; MOSES LAKE!"

Moses high-fives the fans as he jogs down to the ring, then he seal dives in under the bottom rope and poses on the ropes. He takes off his "Moses Choked Me Out" t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd. He then turns to Link and points at him, glaring as he strides along the outskirts of the ring, waiting for the bell to chime.

Skippy- "Perhaps bigger than the title matches tonight, these two powerful stars go head to head not for any belts... but for satisfaction..."

The bell chimes and Moses rushes at Link, clotheslining him down. Link bounces back, takes another clothesline, Moses comes for a third, but Link ducks it, gets behind the EwC champ and takes him out with a reverse DDT. Moses gets up, reverses a suplex attempt and then shoves Link into the corner. Link pokes Moses in the eyes, Moses turns around, Link hits him with a neckbreaker!

Aiello- "Link is determined to beat someone regarded as one of the best..."

Moses gets up and takes a chop to the chest. Link follows with another, and then another, but then Moses returns the favour, chopping Link until he himself is backed into the corner. Moses picks Link up onto the top of the turnbuckle and then lifts him up for a superplex! He lands it, rolling onto Link for the pin...

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Skippy- "Can Link overcome the God?"

Aiello- "Indeed, is Link a Godkiller?"

Link is lifted to his feet by Moses, who proceeds to take Link down with a drop toe hold into a Grapevine Ankle Lock. Link grimaces in pain as Moses keeps the hold going. Link reaches out for the ropes, but Moses pulls him back. Link raises his hand, ready to tap, but then pushes back to the ropes, grabbing them, forcing Moses to let go.

Aiello- "Close..."

Moses pulls Link to his feet and whips him at the ropes. Link bounces back and Moses takes him down with a Powerslam! Link is pulled to his feet and whipped at the ropes again, Link grabs hold of the ropes before he bounces back, and Moses bends over. Link kicks Moses across the face and then rolls him up!

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Skippy- "Too many close calls tonight..."

Moses shoves Link away when he gets to his feet. Link rushes at Moses, and Lake takes him down with an arm drag into an armbar. Link grimaces as Moses puts more strain on the arm, but then Link punches Moses across the skull, and Lake loosens his hold. Lake shakes his head as Link gets to his feet and knees Moses in the face. Lake collapses to the canvas and Link follows with some clubbing blows to the head. Link pulls Moses up and whips him at the ropes, Moses bounces off the corner, staggers, turns around, and is kicked in the gut for the Missing Link!!!

Aiello- "It's over already!"

Suddenly, Sean Ferguson rushes out from the crowd, running into the ring as the referee shouts at him to get away. Sean's distraction allows for Moses to reverse the Missing Link before he even leaves the ground. Link is kicked in the stomach and hit with the Knock Out!!! Sean laughs and rushes from the ring as Moses gets a cover over an unconscious Link.

Skippy- "WHAT!? But this is too soon... it's too cheap! SEAN! Are you purposefully trying to fuck up Brawl!?"

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WINNER: Moses Lake

Skippy- "Didn't security detain him after the match anyway?"

Sean walks up the ramp and stands at the top of the stage, looking down at Moses, who stands victorious over Link. Sean has a microphone in hand, and he speaks into it.

Sean- Oh deary me... what a night this has turned out to be. And yet through all the highs and lows, our beloved general manager Saul still couldn't keep me down.

The audience explodes into a chorus of cheers for Sean as he smirks confidently at the audience.

Aiello- Hey Sean, watch out behind you...

Sean continues to speak, unable to hear the commentary.

Sean- And there's no chance that Saul will be lasting as long on the job as even Maxy boy did. I intend to make him the most temporary gene—






BAM!






Sean crumples to the floor as splinters are lodged into his face from a huge batting by the guitar of Saul Weisz!!! The audience jeers loudly as the new GM dumps the wrecked guitar, coated in Sean's blood, on the stage beside Ferguson. He kicks and rolls Sean off the stage and into the pile of garbage and weapons from the earlier Hardcore title match, where he lies, out cold, bleeding from his face. Saul points and laughs at Sean as the audience's jeers louden.

Skippy- Saul is going power-crazy! He'll turn Brawl into absolute chaos... and not the good kind!

Then, suddenly... President Mac walks out onto the stage behind Saul and the audience screams in delight as he shakes his head at Saul, standing behind him. Saul looks shocked as he turns around to see him.

Mac- You haven't done a half bad job here, Saul. But I figure what with some of the chaos you've pulled with Sean here, you need someone to control yourself. I anticipated that you'd be a bit... mental... so while I made the call to you for the job, I made another to an old friend of mine who promised he would keep things running smoothly if you made them go out of hand. An 'enforcer', if you will, Mr. Weisz.

The audience pops loudly.

Mac- He'll be working with you as Monday Night Brawl's Vice-General Manager, but if I make the nod, he'll have emergency powers faster than you can say "Hitler".

Unfamiliar theme music plays loudly as Mac turns and points to the curtains as Saul watches on from the edge of the stage.

Mac- Ladies and gentlemen... please welcome your new Vice GM... Nick Wetzel!!!

A young man decked out in expensive, tailor made attire, strides out onto stage to shake hands with Mac, smiling as the audience cheers louder. Nick eyes Saul with half-disgust, but pulls himself over to Saul to hold out his hand. Reluctant, the sulking Saul holds his hand out and the two share a strong handshake as the show comes to an end.

Aiello- Absolutely amazing! Two new members of management on Monday Night Brawl... our King Of The Cage line-up pretty much finalised, and one hell of a new era for Brawl ahead of us... thanks very much for tuning in tonight, ladies and gentlemen, and have a wonderful evening, good night![/b]




OOC: Thanks to the guys who helped write matches. Sorry it couldn't be up sooner.

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Brawl Recap: November 12th, 2007

Match One:
Franchise Killer Vs Johnny Burns Vs Lorenzo Wayne ends in a No Contest
Match Two:
Matt Merricon defeats John Green
Match Three:
James Chambers defeats Gladiator
Match Four:
Mike Corral defeats Jesse Nunez
Match Five:
Sean Ferguson defeats Joey Orsome and becomes the new International Champion
Match Six:
Lance Fiennes defeats Draven and retains his Hardcore title
Main Event
Moses Lake defeats Link