MNB - TORONTO, ON - 12.07.09 #386

[President Mac]

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
Live on Showtime HD, SciFi HD, SkySports, TSN2
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL

^{Monday Night Brawl is a professional wrestling television program for Extreme Wrestling Corporation (EWC) that currently airs Showtime HD, SciFi HD, SkySports and TSN2 in Canada. The show's name, which is sometimes stylized as MNB, is also used to refer to the Brawl brand, in which EWC employees are assigned to work and perform on that program; the other programs and brands are Rampage and HCW. The show originally debuted in North America on the CTV & ESPN Network on April 7,1997. It remained there for a number of years until Brawl was moved to SPIKE TV and SCI-FI. In 2008, the show was moved to Showtime HD, SciFi HD, SkySports and the new TSN2. Since its launch in 1997, Brawl continues to air on Monday nights. Brawl is generally seen as the company's flagship program due to its longer history, higher ratings, and emphasis on pay-per-views.It is the second longest running weekly episodic television show in history, behind only WWE's Monday Raw.}

EWC BRAWL
December 7th, 2009
Toronto, ON
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart




Revelations by Audioslave begins to play as the show starts off with a video footage detailing historic events over the Monday Night Brawls twelve year history. Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, from the the very first Champion Black Ninja, to The Rev. Then a special montage is shown of the late Memphis Reigns and his EWC Championship victory over Matt Sentel at Strangle Mania 3.

The opening pyros hit and here we go

The crowd, anxious, ready to burst, explodes out of their seats with screams and cheers as the EWC-Tron lights up with a video feed of Mac.

Mac is in his office, standing next to him is Jason Burgess

MAC: Is Broadway not joining us?

MAC: No problem, so did you get it?
(refering to HJ's number fyi)

JB: No, apparently I couldn't find handjob in the phone book...

MAC: HandJob? Oh I get it... H and J... Nice.

The door then flys open in the office and standing there is non other then Nathaniel Broadway
MAC: Really? Was kicking my door open really needed?

NB: Yes Mac, because I found it, I got the number

Broadway hands the number to Mac

MAC: Sweet, I bet Jeff is sitting in his Toronto home, sitting in his Toronto chair, smoking his Toronto pipe, never expecting his Toronto phone to ring.

JB: And who is going to be on the other line of that Toronto phone?

MAC: It will be Ahbed, the Adult video clerk

Mac dials the number on the paper

MAC: It's ringing

Burgess sits on the corner of the desk while Broadway plops down on the couch in Mac's office

JEFF: Hello?

MAC: (in an east indian voice) Allo, is dis the Jeff?

JEFF: Um.... yes, who is this?

MAC: Dis is Ahbed calling from da Adult video stores in da downtown areas

JEFF: Um.... ok?

MAC: We are doing a berry special occasions, and was hoping to have a special home town guest speaker to appear and by a vote of three to two we have selected da great Hurricanes Jeff to appear and talk about the many tings dat are good and special

JEFF: Wow, well I'm flattered, but what is this for?

MAC: Well we have done many readings and searchings for dose people who enjoys da dirty movies with da touchings and da lickings and da kissings

JEFF: Well I do like a good romance movie

MAC: ...wit da farm animals and da women wit da pee pee's

JEFF: Excuse me?

MAC: Our searchings tells us you are da renter of da month for these titles

JEFF: I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong number buddy

MAC: Dis is not da great Hurricanes Jeff?

JEFF: Yes, yes it is but...

MAC: Well our research shows dat you like da horses and da big giant co...

JEFF: What research? What? Is this a joke?

MAC: No jokes sir, dis is da communities way of repaying our hero for being a stand up classy guy by day, a world class wrestler by night time, and a dirty perverted freak show on da over night times

JEFF: What the hell is this?

MAC: Sirs, on behalf of all of us we would like to tank you for your support and we look forward to seeing you at the big show

JEFF: Ok wait...

MAC: We have already mailed out da invitations wit your name and pictures and your most commonly rented titles, as well we will be having many billboards across da cities wit your face and da words "Farm sex is for me" next to your face

JEFF: What? No i didn't... Wait a damn minute

MAC: Tank you for your support, see you in a couple of weeks

Mac hangs up the phone and starts laughing like a little kid

NB: You have way too much time on your hands Boss man

JB: Dragged it a little too long, but nice

Broadway and Burgess leave the office as Mac puts his feet up on his desk and grins from ear to ear

MAC: Well I thought it was funny



The Xtreme-Otron bursts to static as the lights all dim down and begin to flash different colors at random, the fans turn their eyes to the entrance ramp, as all the light go out.

Voice: Baby, don't fear the reaper!

The lights come on as "Everything" by Pillar blares out over the speakers and the fans all begin to cheer as Pence appears on the entrance ramp dressed in his inring attire and holding a microphone in his left hand. The lights are flashing red, white, and blue as Pence makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands, and taking pictures with fans. Finally he gets to the ring and jumps up on the apron, going through the middle rope to get inside the ring. He stands in the center of the ring looking around the arena with a large grin on his face. The "Reaper" and "Mr. Main Event" chants are almost deafening and Pence salutes the fans getting even more cheers out of them, Pence waits for them to quiet down before beginning to speak.

Pence: Thank you for such a warm welcome, the last time I was here in Canada people boo'd me, but apparently you all are above that, and understand I represent entertainment.

This gets a pop from the fans as Pence continues on with what he was saying.

Pence: As you all know I have been fighting my heart out here on Brawl and over on Overdrive, but yet I still have not received any thanks for bringing this show back to its' glory days. Instead I get mocked by Moses Lake and Anthony Silver....I get mocked for being the only thing on this show that can even be considered entertaining! And now tonight I have to sit through the same bull [censored], just different named opponent in Anthony Silver...another boring Main Event, just about at boring as beating the hell out of Hirsh and his posse of ass clown.

Pence sighs and shakes his head, the fans all cheer as Pence continues what I am saying.

Pence: But I have not come out here to bitch, instead I am out here to once again ask for a challenge. To ask for somebody who actually has balls to come on down here and fight me, because Anthony Silver, much to everyone's surprise is not going to be able to fill the entertainment reserves of these fans to hold them off for another week.

Pence taps his foot as he waits and then speaks up again, shaking his head as he does so.

Pence: Come on down, come down, and fight me! I'm tired of waiting for a challenge! Bring me a God damn challenge! If I'm going to be EWC Champion I need to fight people who are actually talented to keep myself sharp so is anyone going to step up to the plate?

So very abruptly, a cataclysmic rupture of piano keys erupts from the arena’s PA system. The piano keys are the opening notes to ‘Heir To the Throne” by I Am Abomination, the official theme song to one of EWC’s newest claims in Kyle Deathlocke. Dressed within full wrestling gear (from his black trunks with white letter X’s on both sides, to his black boots reading “Messiah” across the sides) aside from a black track jacket with a white trim, is Deathlocke as he emerges upon the stage in a somewhat precipitous manner. Within the grasp of his palm in a microphone, whilst he face latches firmly unto a typically drawn megalomaniac-in-essence smile. Being a newer addition to EWC, the predominant in numbers of fans don’t overly know what to give as a reaction, thus an abundance of them remain silent, some even unknowing of whom he is, his presence as unknown and mysterious as his theme song. Pence himself seems a bit weary in terms of knowing whom Deathlocke is, or so his facia expression reads. Kyle remains atop the stage as he waves for his theme music to die down. His smile remains in place.

Kyle Deathlocke: I’m sorry Pence, twas it you whom just issued a challenge for someone else to make a challenger? I couldn’t tell as your statement was as redundant as it was rehashed. Worry not, I forgive you… So then, you hath pleaded for an opponent, a challenge, someone talented? Well, I would say thyself, but if ‘tis not blatant then, well, my apologies for insulting your intellectuality. Now then, you claim, in the superfluous structure of your charisma, that you want someone whom poses talent… Look no further sir, for it is I, the human form divine. And as I stated in my riveting promo, which I know you could bare not to advert your eyes from, I hath set out to knock you down a peg, for whilst you withhold a malevolence sovereign on Brawl as of present, and these illogical fools within the stands praise you for reasons unknown, I am here to lay claim to the throne that is mine, the EWC championship. And trust me, eradicating your narcissist egotism shall be a pleasure in the process. If anything, this should give incentive to place me within the main event, a place which I deserve to be, no doubt.

All around the arena the people are booing and Pence frowns a tad as he too looks around the arena. He then focuses his sight on Kyle and begins to unbutton his vest until it is fully unbuttoned.

Pence: Forgive me, but I am a little confused as to who you are?

Kyle goes to answer, but Pence interrupts.

Pence: No, nevermind don't give me another long winded response, you've did what I asked, and came on out here to accept my challenge. I admire the fact that the new guys think so highly of themselves to come out here and stake claims on titles that they will never have. But you've done more than I can say for the rest of the talent around here in coming out here and accepting my challenge. Even though you did it in quite a disrespectful manner, I will allow that to slide, but I ask that you apologize to my fans for being so disrespectful, because if you don't I might just have to kick your sorry ass back to where ever the hell you came from.

The fans all cheer as Pence waits for the apology. The eyes of Deathlocke narrowed, as though they had descended unto a lower height. His facial expression had transfigured from a tyrannical despotic totalitarian to that of a displeased antagonism baring transparent background. He ascends the microphone.

Kyle Deathlocke: An apology… For your fans? Whilst I typically detest as much, as apologizing merely indicates invalid actions on the apologizer’s part, I shall do so because, lets face it, I’m a nice guy. So then “Pence Weatherlight fans”, I am…

Deathlocke, using his free hand, descends his arm in a drastically abrupt motion, burrowing it unto the confined of which his trunks. After a short momentary interval he re-ascends his hand from the over-the-top action and extends it in a hand shake like manner. A cocky smile envelopes his face as Pence looks on in utter disgust.

Kyle Deathlocke: If you have yet to grasp what that meant, I am basically saying [censored] you and your fans. You see, I refuse to give people of hideous intellectuality any remorse for anything no matter how miniscule. You can call me disrespectful all you want, you can imply that I act childish, I care not. But if you think that I am going to give you or these pathetic morons of gratitude, you are sadly mistaken. But I don’t want you to kick my ass, that’d be plain out mean…


States Deathlocke in an overly sarcastic and childish tone. He, having turned back towards Pence extends his hand towards Weatherlight in the form of a handshake, the same hand that had been down his pants moments ago.

Kyle Deathlocke: Why Don’t you just except my apology?

Pence looked down at the hand and then dead straight into the eyes of Kyle, an intensity that hadn't been there before now forming, and that was when Pence spoke, his voice changing to that of anger.

Pence: You best stop dicking around or I leave you nothing more than a bloody carcass in the middle of a vulture infested ring. You have no idea who's fans you are insulting and you have no idea who the hell you are [censored] with. So I would wipe that hand off on your pale off skin and respect The Reaper and his fans. Or....

The fans all begin to cheer as Pence removes his vest and throws it aside. His eyes never leave Kyle's direction watching him intently waiting for him to make a move and ready to counter if he did.

Pence: We will have a big problem, do I make myself one hundred percent clear [censored] head?

Kyle Deathlocke: Well well well, someone has a strong tie towards his fans, do you not? Pathetic. You cling unto this fickle children, and fat drunks alike, for meagre support in a futile attempt to feel significant. If you would simply emulate myself, you would soon enough learn that all it takes is utterly divine wrestling ability… And a tad bit of charisma, but we are speaking in terms of how you should improve your purposeless wrestling career.

A chuckle admits itself from the lips of Deathlocke as he rotates to a slight degree “looking” for support in his claims, support which is replaced by an oncoming rain of boo’s and jeers, though some of the smart-marks (as they were) that find place in the crowd clap for Deathlocke. Kyle turns back to face Pence whom glares on, obviously not impressed by his annoyance.

Kyle Deathlocke: Now Pence, I see you hath begun to remove your jacket, but why is this? Are you revealing the meathead within your still breathing corpses confines? If you cannot outdo one by means of verbalization, then physicality must be done? *tsk tsk tsk* Very disappointed in you. I thought that one of your stature could reframe from such idiocy. Like fans like wrestler I suppose. Thanks for shedding us all a glance at your true being “sir“.

Deathlocke tilts his head slightly as to reveal an overly sarcastic disappointment like facial expression. His arms folded, cliché and over the top, just as Deathlocke had wanted such to do. Pence clenched his fists and did not say a word for a few seconds and then with the same look of intesity and anger he spoke again.

Pence: I just remembered you didn't answer my first question of the night...I remember asking who you were?

Kyle began to answer, but Pence held up his index finger to quiet him. A grin spread across Pence's face giving him a sadistic presence to all those watching him.

Pence: But I've decided that does not matter anymore, instead of being called whatever the hell your name is...the fans and myself will now refer to you as...Dick.

The fans all begin to laugh and Pence begins to chuckle himself. Pence continues to speak.

Pence: And your last name shall be Sucker, Dick Sucker.

The fans all begin to chant "Dick Sucker" as Pence continues on talking.

Pence: As for my vest, not a jacket, but a vest...I removed it just in case I wanted to beat your ass, because I don't want an excuse to not do it if the need arrives. As far as me being idiotic or the fans being idiotic, just remember who paved the way for snot nosed punks like you, and remember that the people in this arena pay your pay check.....Dick.

Then Pence poked Deathlocke with his index and middle finger, causing one of Deathlocke's shoulders to jerk back as if he were shoved. A grimace of sorts overcomes the countenance of Deathlocke. He took a step backwards, following through with his shoulders jerk. It wasn’t an overly obvious motion, but Pence had taken notice it, and a victory beholding grin slithered upon his lips. Kyle re-ascended the microphone to his “sulphur spewing” lips. A tad bit of anger had become of his tone.


Kyle Deathlocke: You honestly think YOU paved a road for me? If such is your presumption, then you are gravely mistaken! Hell, I conjured my own road from dirt and gravel. And even IF anyone had helped pave a road as you so irrationally proclaimed, I would sooner state that wrestlers alike Cameron Hayden and Michael Saint did as much! Furthermore!…

Deathlocke pauses, abruptly lower the microphone to a slight degree. He throws his head in a downward direction. His hand wipes upon his facial expression. Looking back up, a sly look of megalomania has taken his negative angers place. Deathlocke wags his index finger about, a slight laughter within his voice.

Kyle Deathlocke: Very nicely done, I must say. You managed to turn the tables in terms of whom was besting whom, just let it be known that I am a flourishing plague when it comes to verbal confrontation, and I shant let such a basal trick overcome me. Now then…

Says Kyle, attempting to regain composure as Pence folds his arms and looks onwards at Kyle, his eyes and facial features screaming that he knows Deathlocke has nothing left to say.

Kyle Deathlocke: I must ask you, are you six? I mean, for a moment I thought you had bestowed actual logic upon us all in your tactics, but it revealed itself in a manner that you did, becoming as transparent as you are plain, becoming nothing more then pro idiocy. Dick sucker? I’m sorry, are we within the sixth grade? I am sure that if I was to throw on some meaningless profanity that you and this entire crowd would burst unto an ocean of tears brought forth by means of laughter!

Deathlocke’s tone ascended as Pence raised an eyebrow, still (seemingly) un-phased.

Kyle Deathlocke: Furthermore, I am a bit confused as to if I am supposed to answer your first question as you say you want an answer, then deny me the ability to give it to you. I am sure there is a medical reason behind such, but I care not. Lets just have you know that my name is Kyle Deathlocke and I am the future of this promotion…


Deathlocke places his hand within his trunks once more and quickly removes it, wiping it over the face of Pence in an antagonistic manner.

Kyle Deathlocke: Comprehend-oh?

Pence growled in anger as the fans knew what was coming next, Pence slammed his fist into Kyle's gut, and Kyle doubled over, Pence then bent over a bit as he spoke into Kyle's ear and into the mic at the same time.

Pence: I'm going to enjoy this too [censored] much.

Pence uppercuts Kyle and Kyle falls back on the ropes, but when he comes back he punches Pence across the face, and then both of them start fighting, both of them punching the living hell out of each other, and neither man backing down. Security and the officials come out to try and break the two men up and manage to seperate them to opposite sides of the ring, but Pence and Kyle break out of the masses of officials and security guards and begin to beat on each other again. Finally the officials seperate them again as Brawl cuts to commercial both men are seen yelling at each other.

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MATCH ONE
MNB Battle Royal

(Krieger, Tim Hester, Project Z, NDK, James Wright, Jakob Azazel, Jeremiah Simmons, Kevin Chevelle, Alexander Monroe, Justin Taylor, Kevin Conner & Deandre Miles)
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All Tweleve wrestlers started off in the ring at the same time. However the match was quickly down to three as Project Zzyzx, Tim Hester and DeAndre Miles cleaned house. Project Zzyzx managed to sit back and watch as Hester and Miles battled in the corner trying to eliminate each other. Just when it looked like Miles had the edge Project Zzyzx came fying off the ropes and knocked both Hester and Miles over the ropes at the same time


WINNER: Project Zzyzx

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MATCH TWO
REGULAR MATCH

John Carlisle -vs- Aiden Gold
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DING....DING

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John and Aiden begin off the match in each other's face both of them shouting something unheard by the fans, but clearly John doesn't like it as he slaps Aiden across the face getting a loud response from the fans, and that is when Aiden punches him across the face getting another pop from the fans. John falls back against the ropes and on the way back slugs Aiden in the face, both men begin to beat the living hell out of each other fist to fist, neither man backing down, or doing anything else, but punching each other. John is the first to break the cycle as he moves to the side of one of the punches and catches Aiden's arm and goes for an arm lock behind Gold's back. That is when Aiden run backwards and slams John into a turnbuckle and begins to wail on him with backward elbow shots to his face. Aiden then gets out of the corner and then irish whips John into the corner on the opposite side of the ring, he rushes at John now on the other side of the ring going for a clothesline, but John rolls out of the corner just in time as Aiden goes chest first into the turnbuckle. Aiden turns around just in time for John to nail a spear and then as he is down there he begins to slam his shoulder into Aiden's gut to add insult to injury.

As John goes in for his fourth shoulder to the gut, Aiden raises his knee, and hits John under the chin with it, disorienting him. John staggers back a bit shaking his head as he is tackled to the ground and begins to recieve fast and strong fists to the face. The fans are cheering as Aiden is pulled off of John who is clutching his face in pain. Aiden, now in control of the match, picks John up, and connects with a fireman's carry, the ring shakes with the power behind the hit. Aiden goes for the pin.

1....


Kick Out!

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Much to the surprise of Aiden, it appears that John still has some fight in him, and both men get to a vertical basis, but John quickly kicks Aiden in the gut. The now doubled over Aiden is hit by a swinging neck breaker from John who rolls back up quickly and then begins to stomp down on Aiden. The ref pulls John off Aiden to give him a chance to get to his feet and when he does John comes at him with a spear only to be sidestepped and sent crashing to the outside in a pile. Aiden gets out of the ring quickly and goes over to where John is, but John was playing possom, and pushes Aiden into the steel stairs. The crowd goes 'ooo' as the sounds of Aiden screaming in pain fill the arena. John notices that the ref has counted to three and pulls himself into the ring as the ref continues to count.

3......


4......


5......


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Aiden stirs and gets back up to his feet, pulling himself into the ring now too, and as he does so John tries to go back on the offensive imediatly only to be forced back by the ref. Aiden gets back to his feet as the fight resumes between the two. Aiden and John go back to the center of the ring and lock into a test of strength, but John as the bigger man manages to push Aiden into the turnbuckle, forcing the release of the test, and then Aiden gut punches John, and elbows him in the face. Aiden is fighting out of the corner knocking him with lefts and rights. Then out of no where Aiden kicks John in the stomach, runs to the ropes, and then bounces off performing a scizzor kick on John. Aiden quickly goes for the pin.

1.....


2......


Kick Out!

Aiden is not too satisfied that his two attempts at pinning John have both failed and rolls on top of him and begins to slam his fist and elbows into John's face. The ref has to pull Aiden off, but Aiden pushes the ref off, and tries to go right back in to inflict more damage, but as he gets close John punches him in the face, and then in the gut. John gets back to a vertical basis, punching, and kicking till he is satisfied with his position. Backing up and getting a running start John tires to hit the Change Raising, but Aiden changes it into a modified Gold Standard, he then goes for the pin.

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3!

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Winner via Pinfall....Aiden Gold!

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MATCH THREE
REGULAR MATCH

Kyle Deathlocke vs. Eric Steel
Guest Ref: Jason Burgess
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I AM THE END OF THE WORLD!

(As soon as those words are screamed through the PA system in the ACC in Toronto, Canada, the EWC fans come to their feet and give Jason Burgess a huge ovation. Even with the controversial past that Jason Burgess has with President Mac, the EWC fans in Canada still are giving their attention to focus on Burgess. The former EWC superstar turned Monday Night Brawl General Manager makes his way to the ring with a different look that features a referee shirt. This concludes that Burgess is indeed the special guest referee for the upcoming match up.)

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the special guest referee for this match, the General Manager of Monday Night Brawl, Jason Burgess!

(Jason Burgess walks down the entrance ramp as the fans are sticking their hands out, wanting some sort of interaction with the General Manager of Brawl. Being as straightforward as possible and not playing to any sides, Burgess simply walks down the entrance ramp and up the ring steps as he enters through the ring ropes. He goes up to Jessica Stroup and gives her a hug as she continues to make the introductions of the two competitors in this matchup.)

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…

(“Planetary Duality I: Hideous Revelation” by The Faceless plays over the PA as Kyle Deathlocke comes walking out from behind the entrance curtain. Deathlocke then walks to the top of the entrance ramp and looks out towards the crowd with a cold stare. After looking out to the crowd, Deathlocke falls to both knees and throws his arms out, taking in all reactions from the EWC fans. He then gets back to his feet and continues to walk down the entrance ramp as he spits in the direction of some of the fans, spiting them.)

Jessica Stroup: Coming to the ring, standing in at five feet and eight inches, weighing in at two hundred and four pounds, hailing from Windsor, Ontario, Canada… “The Mea Culpa” Kyle Deathlocke!

(Kyle Deathlocke gets to the ring apron and then starts to circle the ring to where fans are still jeering him. He then wipes his hands through his hair and flicks his hands towards the crowd in a snob like manner. Deathlocke then turns around and dives under the bottom rope as he slides into the ring. As his entrance music fades off the PA, Deathlocke waits for his opponent, Eric Steel.)

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent…

(“Death of Autotune” by Jay Z blares throughout the PA system. Coming through the curtain, Eric Steel shows his face to the EWC fans, which begin to boo him. Coming out in his wrestling attire, a white t-shirt and jeans, he still gets a less than warm reception from the crowd. As Steel makes his way further to the ring, he looks at the EWC fans, just smirking at their reaction.)
Jessica Stroup: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Johnny Insane, standing in at six feet and three inches, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, hailing from Toronto, Canada… “The Golden Prophecy”, Eric Steel!

(Red and white pyros shoot into the air as Eric Steel makes his way into the ring, with Johnny Insane trailing slowly behind. Sliding into the ring, the expression on Steel’s face is one of an evil mastermind. Steel got to his corner and started to pace left and right, cracking his knuckles and waits for Jason Burgess to call for the bell.)

*Ding, ding*

(Kyle Deathlocke and Eric Steel take small steps toward each other before they go into a collar and elbow tie up. Immediately, Deathlocke shifts to a side armlock until he torques the arm just a little bit and twists underneath of it, adding more pressure to the arm of Steel. Steel then goes to the canvas and rolls through, switching the pressure of the arm back to Deathlocke who is now on the receiving end of the armlock. Deathlocke then immediately rolls through, but instead of getting back up, he gives Steel an upkick which makes Steel release the hold and fall to the canvas. Deathlocke and Steel get back to their feet quickly and are right back in each others faces as they both are ready to put on a spectacular match.)

(Eric Steel and Kyle Deathlocke go back into another collar and elbow tie up, but immediately, Deathlocke switches stances and goes from behind to a waistlock. Deathlocke then grabs the arm of Steel once again and twists it quickly, sending Steel into a front flip to the canvas. Steel pops back up into another Deathlocke waistlock, but Steel reverses out of his stance and Deathlocke capitalizes with a front headlock. He holds Steel in the middle of the ring in the front headlock until Steel reverses out of it and puts Deathlocke into a wristlock. He then gets in front of Deathlocke and trips the legs out from underneath of him, keeping the pressure of the wristlock on Deathlocke. With both shoulders on the mat, Jason Burgess goes to make a count.)

*1, kickout by Deathlocke.*

(Kyle Deathlocke gets back to his feet and kicks away from the grip that Eric Steel had on him. Deathlocke then goes for another wristlocke, but instead takes the feet from Steel and brings him down to the canvas. He then rolls Steel onto his stomach on the canvas and applies an STF on Steel.)

*Eric Steel does not tap out.*

(Kyle Deathlocke releases the hold and gets back to his feet, as does Eric Steel. Deathlocke backs Steel into the ropes and then proceeds to irish whip Steel to the opposite ropes of the ring. Steel comes running back and Deathlocke goes stomach first to the mat, creating an obstacle for Steel. Steel then hops over Deathlocke and stops. Deathlocke gets back to his feet and Steel runs towards him. Deathlocke side steps Steel and then Steel goes to springboard off of the second rope. He comes hopping off of the second rope and follows through with a diving arm drag that connects on Deathlocke. Deathlocke then gets back to his feet and runs towards Steel, who sidesteps Deathlocke. Deathlocke comes running back and slides underneath Steel, who is in the air after attempting to leapfrog Deathlocke. Deathlocke goes for a waistlock again, but Steel gets out after giving a back elbow. Steel then bounces off of the ropes and runs towards Deathlocke. Deathlocke sees this and then gives an arm drag of his own. Steel holds on to Deathlocke’s grip and applies a headscissors of which Deathlocke immediately pops out of. Both wrestlers pop back up to their feet quickly and Deathlocke sweeps Steel off of his feet. Steel then rolls over and sweeps Deathlocke off of his feet from a laying position. Steel then goes for a quick cover.)

*1, kickout by Kyle Deathlocke.*

(Both wrestlers pop up to their feet quickly to the delight of the EWC fans in Toronto, Canada. Both wrestlers then charge at each other and go for a clothesline. Kyle Deathlocke gets the most of it and sends Eric Steel into a backflip. He then goes right to Steel and lifts him back to his feet and sets him in position for a celtic cross. Deathlocke connects and goes for a cover.)

*1,2, kickout by Eric Steel.*

(Kyle Deathlocke then gets to his feet and does not hesitate to pick up Eric Steel and set him up in a powerbomb position. Steel is lifted up into the air and Deathlocke connects with a powerbomb. Deathlocke then goes to the top rope and once he gets to the top turnbuckle, he taunts the crowd, wasting valuable time. He then leaps off with a frog splash, but Steel gets his knees up, blocking the impact. Steel then quickly gets to his feet and goes to the top turnbuckle. He goes for a missile dropkick on Deathlocke, but he sidesteps Steel and has Steel fall flat on his face. As Steel is stomach first on the canvas, Deathlocke goes back up to the top rope and this time does not taunt the crowd. He leaps off with a frog splash once again and connects across Steel’s back. Instead of going for the cover though, Deathlocke gets back to his feet and goes to the top rope once again. He then jumps off the top rope again with another frog splash, and connects once again across the body of Steel. Deathlocke then goes for the cover.)

*1,2, kickout by Eric Steel*

(Kyle Deathlocke then lifts Eric Steel back to his feet and then punches Steel right in the face. Steel stumbles backwards a few steps and comes back with a punch of his own to Deathlocke. Both wrestlers then bounce off their nearest ring ropes and come back with a clothesline towards each other, but Steel gets all of the impact on Deathlocke, sending him inside out. Steel then picks up Deathlocke quickly and goes for the win, setting him up on his shoulders. Steel sends Deathlocke off of his shoulders and hits a knee to the face, setting up the first phase of his finishing move. Steel then hits the Steel Cutter on Deathlocke to the EWC fans surprise. He then hooks Deathlocke’s leg.)

*1,2, kickout by Kyle Deathlocke.*
(Kyle Deathlocke then grasps his head and sells what seems to be a very crucial injury. Jason Burgess pulls Eric Steel away from Deathlocke as he is on the ground, looking to be critically hurt. Not wanting to hold back and let Deathlocke get his breath, even if he is really hurt, Steel walks over to try and capitalize on Deathlocke. He pushes Burgess out of the way, which was a big mistake. Deathlocke seems to be playing possum anyhow and capitalizes on Steel who is taken off guard. Deathlocke pulls Steel into a small package pinning attempt and Burgess goes to make the count.)

*1,2,3!*

(Jason Burgess calls for the bell as Kyle Deathlocke rolls out of the ring quickly as “Planetary Duality I: Hideous Revelation” plays on the PA. Burgess also hightails it out of the ring as well.)

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… “The Mea Culpa” Kyle Deathlocke!

(Just as Jessica Stroup announces that Kyle Deathlocke has won the matchup, Jason Burgess goes to the timekeeper and gets a microphone. He then makes his announcement for Monday Night Brawl in Chicago, Illinois next week.)

Jason: Remember what your tag team partner agreed to, Steel? Johnny Insane said that if you lost, Kyle Deathlocke and I get him in a handicap match next week on Brawl. Well, live from Chicago, Illinois next week on Monday Night Brawl, I will return to the wrestling ring as a wrestler, as Deathlocke and I take on Johnny Insane.

(Jason Burgess then hands the microphone back to Jessica Stroup as Kyle Deathlocke is already up the entrance ramp. Eric Steel is irate in the ring as he can’t seem to come out on top here in the EWC quite yet. Burgess then heads up the entrance ramp to meet up with Kyle Deathlocke as the two will team up next week on Monday Night Brawl.)

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MATCH FOUR
WEAPONS MATCH

Deadpool -vs- Hirsh Valentine
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The scene opens up on Hirsh Valentine waiting in the ring with a club with barb wire around it, he doesn't say anything, but keeps his eyes on the entrance ramp waiting for Deadpool to show up. The fans all begin to cheer and Hirsh wonders why as he turns around to see Deadpool already swinging a steel chair for his head, Hirsh gets hit hard, and stumbles back on to the ropes. The bell rings and then Deadpool commences to slam the chair on to his back and on to his head. The crowd goes "ooo" every time the chair hits its mark and Deadpool after getting his fill from the now broken and beaten Hirsh Valentine, pulls him to the center, and goes for a pin.


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WINNER: Deadpool

Deadpool holds his hands up high as the fans all begin to chant "Deadpool" as Brawl breaks to commercial

Aiello: “Well, we are just moments away from our main event of the evening and I am still unharmed.”

Piven: “It looks like Rev and Gladiator were just trying to psych you out.”

With amazingly convenient timing the lights in the arena go out.

Aiello: “Hey, what’s going on here?”

Piven: “We seem to be experiencing a power outage. Bear with us fans I’m sure this will be fixed in a moment.”

Aiello: “Hey… let go… let me go… I’ll never give into your demands.”

A loud ruckus can be heard. The lights come on and only Jeremy Piven is at the broadcast table. Behind the table, where Joe Aiello would normally be stands, Montacor the leader of Gladiator’s monkey army. Montacor blows on a trumpet and “The Imperial March” begins to play. Friday Night Rampage GM’s Rev and Gladiator appear in the entranceway. They make their way down the aisle to a deafening chorus of boos. Instead of entering the ring they make their way to the broadcast table. The Rev sits down in Joe Aiello’s spot, and Montacor brings a chair for Gladiator. Both men put headphones on and join Jeremy Piven.

Piven: “I don’t know what you guys have done with Joe, but I can assure you, you won’t get away with it.”

Rev: “What, has something happened to our old friend Joe?”

Gladiator: “Yeah, we just came to join you at the broadcast table and inject some life into this dull show.”

Piven: “I’m not buying this charade. Last week you promised to make Joe suffer, and now you expect me to believe that you have nothing to do with his mysterious disappearance.”

Rev: “I find your accusations to be offensive and hurtful. We simply came out to join our friend Joe at the broadcast table.”

Gladiator: “Yeah, maybe he just left because he so bored with the level of entertainment here on Brawl.”

Piven: “Great, now I’m stuck here with two madmen.”

Rev: “I’ll have you know that we are reformed madmen. My psychiatrist gave me a clean bill of health.”

Gladiator: “We happen to be legitimate business men now.”

Piven: “Well, at any rate we still have a main event to get to here. We have EWC newcomer Anthony Silver taking on Pence Weatherlight.”

Rev: “This oughtta be a real barnburner.”

Ring announcer Jessica Stroup enters the ring and raises the mic. The fans cheer as the bell rings and we prepare for the main event.

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FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH

Pence Weatherlight
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Anthony Silver

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Stroup: “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for our Main Event of the evening. This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Falls Count Anywhere Match.

Introducing First,
Hailing from San Antonio, Texas,
Weighing in at 205 lbs,
And standing at 6 feet and 1 inch,
Accompanied to the ring by his manager Tiffany Justice,
ANTHONY SILVER!!!

“Voices” by Rev Theory plays and Anthony Silver and Tiffany Justice make their way down to the ring. Anthony stays focused on the ring as he makes his way down the aisle. He steps into the ring and focuses on the entrance awaiting his opponent.

Gladiator: “I like this guy. I pick him to win.”

Piven: “You’re just saying that because you don’t like Pence.”

Rev: “Now, now Jeremy. You should know that The Sedition has always had a good working relationship with Pence Weatherlight.”

Piven: “Please.”

Stroup: “And his opponent,
He hails from Hershey, Pennsylvania,
Weighing in at 250 lbs,
And standing at 5 feet and 11 inches,
PENCE WEATHERLIGHT!!!

The Xtreme-Otron bursts to static as the lights all dim down and begin to flash different colors at random, the fans turn their eyes to the entrance ramp, as all the light go out. A voice comes out over the speakers saying "Baby don't fear the Reaper." and then the lights come on. "Everything" by Pillar hits the speakers now and the lights begin to flicker red, white, and blue. The fans all begin to cheer as Pence emerges on to the Entrance ramp wearing a red, white, and blue vest with a pair of black and blue shorts, he salutes the fans who all begin to chant "Mr. Main Event". Pence makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands, and taking poses so that the fans can take pictures of him. He finally makes it into the ring and then jumps up on to one of the turnbuckles and flexes. He then jumps down and repeats the process on the opposite sides turnbuckle, before finally jumping down, and going to the middle, he begins to stare down his opponent.

Gladiator: “…(Cough)… Queer…(Cough).”

Piven: “Very mature Gladiator.”

Rev: “Cram it Piven. Gladiator can’t control the fact that he has a cold. We would appreciate a little professionalism from you.”

Piven: “Whatever! Let’s just watch the match.”

Silver steps to the center of the ring and stares down Pence. After a few short moments Silver strikes first with a shot to Pence’s head. Pence fires back and the two exchange blows back and forth. Pence eventually gets the upper hand and backs Silver into the corner. Pence grabs Silver’s arm and whips him to the corner. Pence charges at him and hits him with a Stinger Splash. Silver stumbles out of the corner and Pence runs at him from behind. Pence catches him with a Bulldog and drives Silver’s head down to the mat.

Silver quickly rolls out of the ring and walks over to his manager to regroup. Pence runs at the ropes and slides under the ropes towards Silver on the outside with a Baseball slide, but Silver sees him coming and sidesteps. Pence slides out of the ring, but lands on his feet. He turns around and Silver swings at him with a punch, but Pence ducks it. Pence charges at Silver, but Silver sidesteps and Pence nearly collides with Tiffany. Pence stops just short of crashing into her. Silver grabs Pence from behind and lifts him up in a German Suplex. Silver drops Pence down onto the concrete.

Rev: “Classic do-gooder mistake there by Pence. I would have Clotheslined the broad then taken Silver out.”

Piven: “Well excuse Pence for not wanting to hurt a woman.”

Gladiator: “It would have been her own fault. Women don’t belong anywhere near a wrestling ring.”

Rev: “The man speaks the truth.

Pence is flat on his back on the concrete floor. Silver grabs Pence by the legs and slingshots him towards the ringpost. Pence smashes into the ringpost headfirst and drops back down to the concrete. Silver covers him

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Pence gets his shoulders up. Silver picks Pence up and lays him down on the broadcast table. Silver climbs up on the apron and lifts himself onto the top rope. Silver dives off the top rope with an Elbow Drop, but Pence rolls out of the way. Silver crashes through the broadcast table. The table buckles in the center and wood slivers fly all over.

Rev: “That nancy boy just spilt my Fresca!”

Pence grabs a steel chair as Silver slowly gets up from the wreckage of the broken table. Silver gets on his feet and turns to face Pence. Pence swings the chair and cracks it over Silver’s head. Silver falls straight back down to the concrete. Pence covers him

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Silver gets his shoulder up. Pence picks Silver up, and sets him up for a DDT. Silver reverses with a Northern Lights Suplex. He drops Pence onto the steel guardrail.

CLANK

Pence’s body teeters on the guardrail with his head and his feet hanging off either end. Silver sets up the chair near Pence’s head. Silver grabs Pence by the head and DDTs him onto the chair. Silver goes for the cover


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Pence kicks out. Silver picks Pence up and throws him over the guardrail and into the crowd. Pence gets up on his feet and Silver springboards off the guardrail and flies at Pence with a Cross Body Block. Pence falls back with Silver on top. As they fall, they knock down several fans and fall on top of them.

Rev: “I am shocked at the barbarism of these men. Those poor fans don’t deserve to be treated that way.”

Gladiator: “I too am shocked, on Rampage we promise it will be a more family friendly environment where the fans will be safe from the aggression of the competitors.”

Piven: “This coming from the guys who introduced the world to the Loser gets shot in the face Match.”

Gladiator: “That was a totally different situation. Those guys had it coming.”

Rev: “Yeah. They spilt my Fresca.”

Silver and Pence roll off the fans and both get up to their feet. They begin to fight back and forth as they make their way through the crowd. They make their way to the back row of the floor seats. Silver knees Pence in the gut. He grabs him by the head and launches him through the exit door head first. Pence crashes through the door and Silver follows. The camera crews scramble to follow them.

The two now are in the concession area. Silver picks Pence up and drags him over to the concession stand. Silver grabs him by the head and prepares to smash Pence head first in to the glass of the Popcorn dispenser. Pence holds his head back. He hits Silver in the chest with an elbow. Pence grabs Silver by the head and smashes his head through the glass. The glass shatters and Silver goes face first into the pile of hot popcorn. Silver falls down to the ground with a mixture of blood and melted butter on his face.

Piven: “Hot butter in open wounds. Not a good combo.”

Gladiator: “On the plus side it should have a nice effect on Silver’s complexion.

Pence walks to the drink cooler and pulls out a can of Coke. Silver gets up to his feet. Pence opens the can of coke and takes a swig. He then crushes and throws the can and it hits Silver in the head right between the eyes.

Rev: “Did you see that? What kind of role model is Pence Weatherlight. The last things the obese children in this world need to see is someone encouraging them to drink Coke.”

Gladiator: “Yeah, and he wasted half the can too. That coke could have gone to nourish starving kids in China.”

Piven: “How in the world can Coke nourish starving children?”

Rev: “The obese coke drinking kids of America seem to be plenty nourished by it.”

Pence covers Silver


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Silver gets his shoulder up. Pence picks Silver up and whips him towards the wall. Silver hits the wall face first. As he stumbles backwards his blood can be smeared all over the wall. Pence grabs Silver from behind. Pence takes Silver down to the ground with a Front Russian Leg Sweep smacking his head on the concrete. Pence goes for the cover again

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Silver kicks out. Pence picks Silver up and drags him through the door of the men’s washroom. Pence picks him up and Body Slams him to the ground. Pence rips the hand dryer off the wall. As Silver starts to pick himself up Pence tries to hit him in the head with the hand dryer. Silver sticks his hands out and catches it. He snatches it out of Pence’s hands and then nails him over the head with it. Pence stumbles backwards and Silver drops the hand dryer. Pence charges at him, but Silver catches him with a Hip Toss. He drops Pence onto the sink. The sink shatters as Pence drops down on it and the pipe bursts. Water shoots everywhere.

Silver drags Pence into the toilet stall. He lifts the seat and lays Pence’s head on the toilet bowl. Silver slams the toilet seat onto Pence’s head, crushing it between the bowl and the seat 5 consecutive times. He then forces Pence’s head into the toilet water and tries to drown him. Pence waves his arms around trying to fight it as he’s unable to take a breath. Silver then reaches for the handle and flushes.

Gladiator: “I guess you can say that Silver is flushing Pence’s career down the crapper.”

Rev: “You know it.”

Piven: “That was pretty lame Gladiator.”

Gladiator: “I refuse to take lessons on humour from the guy who played the best friend in Serendipity.”


Silver pulls Pence’s head out of the toilet bowl and lifts him to his feet. Pence gasps for air as Silver sets him up for a Powerbomb. Silver prepares to lift him up, but Pence reverses with a Back Body Drop. Silver drops down onto the toilet and the toilet shatters. By now the bathroom is completely flooded. Both men lie in a pool of water and shattered porcelain. Both men slowly make their way up on their feet. They both stumble out of the toilet stall and into the main area of the bathroom. They stare each other down and Silver charges at him. Pence sidesteps at the last minute and Silver crashes into the bathroom mirror face first. The mirror shatters and Silver stumbles backwards. Pence spins him around and slams him down to the ground with HEAVY ARTILLERY. Pence covers him


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Winner (By Pinfall): Pence Weatherlight

Rev: “I don’t know about 7 years bad luck, but breaking that mirror certainly brought Anthony Silver at least 7 minutes of bad luck as Pence Weatherlight picks up the win.”

Gladiator: “How clever and witty of you Rev.”

Piven: “There, the match is done, will you guys please leave.”

Rev: Very well, but we will leave you with this simple message. In case you misunderstood us last week. Hand over Brawl to Sedition control or you will never see Joe Aiello again.”

Gladiator: “As we have shown tonight, you will be better off with us. Rev and Gladiator on camera equals ratings. Make the right choice EWC.”

Rev and Gladiator exit. The camera shows the wreckage in the bathroom as Anthony Silver celebrates.

Piven: “Well fans, whatever Rev and Gladiator have in store for Joe aside, this much we know, tonight we have witnessed an amazing contest between two great competitors. Congratulations to Pence Weatherlight for this impressive victory.”

*END*

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Project Zzyzx DEF Battle Royal
Gold DEF Carlisle
Deathlocke DEF Steel (no show)
Deadpool DEF Hirsh (no show)
Pence DEF Silver