MNB - #401 - NEW YORK

[MNB]

WARNING: This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers. Accordingly EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL

EPISODE 401

^{Monday Night Brawl is a professional wrestling television program for Extreme Wrestling Corporation (EWC) that currently airs on ESPN, Spike, SkySports, huluPLUS 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 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 SYFY. 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}

Live from the Newly Built EWC Stadium II in New York

EWC Stadium II, is one of only 3 EWC Stadiums in the World (Ottawa, Winnipeg & New York) projected to cost over $175 million, is convertible to a concert stage for outdoor concerts, and with field seating, the stadium can hold 52,000 for concerts or 65,000 for a Wrestling event. The architectural design was by Rossetti Architects, architects of Scotiabank Place

EWC BRAWL

July 1, 2013

Live From EWC Stadium II in New York City, NY 

Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven

Announcer: Jessica Stroup

Head Ref: Earl Hebner

Backstage help: Ace Heart

"We Own It" by 2 Chainz Ft Wiz Khalifa blasts in the Stadium as the show starts off with a video footage detailing historic events over the Monday Night Brawls sixteen year history. Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator and then The Rev all with the World Championship.

A fast cutting montage of the last episode of Brawl now begins to play. From the incredible Fatal Fourway to the epic victory by Jay Cee, all the matches get a special highlight from last show.

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in the EWC Stadium is electrifying. Spotlights circle around the arena as the 65,000 fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans




A chant begins of

MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB

The lights dim. 

The TitanTron flickers on.

The letters P R E S I D E N T M A C flash across the screen.

The thousands in attendance jump to there feet in excitement and start pounding there feet on the ground and clapping there hands creating the sound: 

BoomBoom CLAP!

BoomBoom CLAP!

BoomBoom CLAP!

"Coming Undone" blasts over the P.A. to the delight of the fans.

Pyros explode up and down the entrance Ramp and all around the entrance stage. Once the smoke begins to settle an old-style movie curtain parts at the top of the ramp. Two roving spotlights pan and fix on center. There, President Mac stands, head bowed in his signature sun glasses, arms out-stretched with clenched fists. And as the lyrics kick in, and the fans sing along, Mac clap-clap-stomps toward the ring, slapping hands. At ringside, he takes off his "specs" and gives them to a young fan. Mac pauses in front of the ring and stares out at the capacity crowed chanting his name, he smiles, soaking it all in. Then he hops the top rope and stands half way up the turnbuckle, posing for the thousands of camera flashes all over the arena

The song finishes and Mac is standing in the middle of the ring, but the fans in attendance are still standing, chanting, screaming, cheering. This is the moment they have waited 3 long years for. Finally the EWC has retuned to the USA.

MAC: Neeeeeeewwwwwww Yooooooorrrrrrrk

The crowd explodes again, even louder then before

MAC: Welcome to the Four Hundred and One episode of Monday Night Brawl

Chants of E-W-C begin across the stadium

MAC: How do you like your new Stadium?

More screaming and cheering erupts

MAC: Glad to hear it, and you know what?

Fans scream "WHAT!!!!!!!??!!!!!!"

MAC: It didn't cost the city a dime

Another thunderous uproar of cheers

MAC: I decided to do something different. Obviously the EWC cannot be here every single week or even every single month to wrestle..

The fans let out a humours amount of boo's followed by laughter

MAC: Haha.. I'm sorry. As I was saying though, I wanted to build a Stadium that the city could use on a regular basis but at no charge to anyone but me. It's my way of giving back. We are actually building 10 more EWC Stadiums world-wide and they will all function with the same deal.. no charges to the Cities or Countries they are built in

More cheering, more screaming, more clapping

MAC: I pulled this off at a minimal cost to me. Each Stadium is very obviously worth close to a Billion Dollars each. It rivals Cowboy Stadium in every way. However, each stadium only came to a cost of around One Hundred and Seventy Million. It's a huge chunk of cash yes, but it's worth every penny. I wanted to give you, the fans the best experience possible when it comes to our live shows. That's hard to do when you are using someone elses toys. These stadiums are customized for BRAWL, for RAMPAGE for any PPV we may show. They are a wrestling FIRST facility

Another eruption of cheers

MAC: Basically what I did, is I worked out an incredible deal with all the contractors involved. They all have a stake in the EWC and the Stadiums. They all get a part of revenue which helps to cover all the costs, plus all future maintenance and upgrades, and gives them a little extra too. 

Fans stand and cheer once more

MAC: So that's that. Are you guys ready for some Wrestling?

The eruption of cheers is now absolutely defining

MAC: That's what I thought

Mac looks over to Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven

MAC: Joe and Jer.. they are all yours

"COMING UNDONE" begins to blast over the P.A. and the fans all stand and cheer as Mac slowly exits the ring and makes his way back up the ramp. Mac makes sure to shake as many hands as possible as he walks to the back

[MNB]

Match One
Six Man Tag Team Match

David Dreadful, Tyler Malice & Justin Harmony
VS
Jason Skilled, Josh Woodrum & Michael Stefanidis

Joe Aiello: This opening match for Monday Night Brawl is a strange one. This six man tag isn’t one where we will not see cohesion and team work. It features six very individual men early on in their tenures here. We have five debuts while Justin Harmony is fresh off abandoning his partner Nick Wadden in last week’s main event against The Cartel. Dreadful and Malice may be leery of trusting this man. Meanwhile their opponents have a man who was supposed to debut as a tag team until things fell apart. Jason Skilled teams up with a charismatic and game Josh Woodrum and a man by the name of Michael Stefanidis who let his teammates know quite frankly that he believes this match is all about it.

Jeremy Piven: Are you done, man?

Joe Aiello: Just setting the stage, Piven. Let’s see who shines in the opener!

Jessica Stroup: Your opening contest for Monday Night Brawl is a six-man tag match! First…

Quoth The Raven begins to play as the lights flashes. All the eyes are on the stage as we see David Dreadful appear on the stage. His eyes pierce the crowd as they look on. David takes off his black leather jacket and begins to advance toward the ring.

Jessica Stroup: From Chicago Illinois, Weighing in at 216 pounds, "The Outcast" David Drrrreeeeaaaaaadffullllllll!

David walks down the ramp. Eyes locked on the ring as he passes through the sea of people on each side of him. Some people don't know if they should boo this man or not. Dreadful pays no mind to them and slides into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and leans into it before pushing off and raising a fist in the air followed by a loud yell which cuts the music and returns the lights back to normal.

Jessica Stroup: And his partner, from New Orleans, Louisiana, accompanied by his Mistress Lilith, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is The American Nightmare, Tyler Malice!

The lights lower as A Perfect Circle's "Pet" flows through the building. Smoke fills the entryway, where a red spotlight shines off the leather bodice of Mistress Lillith. She surveys the arena for a moment before beckoning to the entryway. Tyler Malice emerges and the pair begin the march to the ring. As they reach the ringside area, Malice steps in front of Lillith and hops to the apron before pulling her up to join him. He holds the ropes open for her to enter, then steps through behind her. He leans over to receive some words of encouragement, a slap to the right cheek, and a kiss on the left. Lillith smiles wickedly at Malice before sliding from the ring. Malice rubs his face and smirks as he awaits the bell.

Jessica Stroup: And their third partner, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 219 pounds, he is The Chosen One, JUSTIN HARMONY!!

"Hi Haters" plays throughout the PA system as Justin Harmony enters the curtains. The crowd roars as they boo him basically out of the arena. He raises his right arm as pyros flare up. He walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face while having a little swagger in his step. He seeks the opportunity and he just walks up the stairs. He enters the ring, raising his arm up with pyros let again flaring up at the time.

Jessica Stroup: And their opponents…first from Lexington, Kentucky, weighing in at 270 pounds, MISTER IMPRESSIVE, JOSH WOODRUM!

The arena darkens, smoke fills the entrance way as red and yellow strobe lights flash. "Bad to the Bone" begins to play, as the music kicks into high gear Josh Woodrum emerges from behind the curtain. He stops midway down the ramp, throws his hands up in the "rock on" hand sign and orange pyros explode behind him. Woodrum continues walking down the ramp and has the referee open the ropes for him. 

Once in the ring Woodrum rips his t-shirt off, Hulk Hogan style and cups his hands to his ear, listening to each side of the ring before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and once again raising both hands up in the "rock on" hand sign. Woodrum steps down and makes a cut throat gesture to end his song.

Jessica Stroup: And his first partner, from Gaithersburg, Maryland, weighing in at 225 pounds. he is Wrestling’s Allstar, Jason Skilled!

Jason comes out with an extravagant entrance to match his ego, with him running out of an inflated tunnel as confetti flies and women dance around the stage.

Jessica Stroup: And finally, from Chios, Greece, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is Michael Stefanidis!

All six men are in the ring in their opposite corners. Both teams internally discuss who should start and both sides get heated. There is no team here. Referee Paul Turner looks around with frustration on his face and the crowd can’t get a handle on it because the wrestlers seem more content with bickering with each other than anything. The team of Dreadful, Malice, and Harmony turn towards the announce table and have their backs facing their opponents and Skilled cuts the chatter among their team and points out their opponents fatal mistake. Skilled, Woodrum, and Stefandis clobber the opposing team over their backs and necks. 

Joe Aiello: Had a feeling this one wouldn’t start legally.

Jeremy Piven: They’re fighting at least, that’s what the crowd wanted. Dreadful pairs off with Stefanidis. 

Skilled with Malice. Woodrum with Harmony. All exchanging punches as the referee tries his hardest to establish order. Woodrum lives up to his impressive moniker and manages to stun Harmony enough to lift him into the air before dropping him with an aggressive power slam. His teammates turn the tide as Dreadful comes off the ropes from an Irish whip from Stefanidis and catches with a flying cross body slam. Finally Tyler Malice counters a right from Skilled, hits him with right hand jab of his own, spins around and crushes Jason with a discus clothesline. Malice briefly looks Mistress Lilith for approval and gets a slight nod for his efforts. 

Joe Ariello: Wow! What a start. Referee Paul Turner finally manages to convince these men to wrestle a civilized tag team match.

Jeremy Piven: And I bet that won’t last for long.

Finally, Skilled and Malice start this as Malice tries to capitalize on Jason recuperating in the corner. Malice blocks a punch and swings Skilled into the corner now and reigns down stiff rights and then a few shoulder tackles to the gut for good measure. Malice whips Skilled out of the corner. Skilled reverses. Malice tries to catch himself on the corner and vault himself up over and behind Skilled but Skilled catches him on his shoulders and doesn't let go! Malice tries to punch his way out of his predicament but Wrestling’s Allstar shakes it off and drops the man backwards with an electric chair drop! Both teams call for a tag as both men, a little worse for wear, crawl towards each other to resume the fight. Skilled is off first and springs towards the ropes and leaps over, telegraphs an attempted back body drop, and goes for a sunset flip. Malice counters it by making sure that he doesn't roll through into a pin and forces Skilled on his back for a pin.

1…

2…

Skilled fights out of it though with an amazing bridge and smoothly transitions into a backslide!

1..

2.. 

Malice slips and the two are at it again. Both sides are screaming for a tag and their chance to fight. Both men in the right exchange punches again and Skillled gets the better again. He goes to spring off the rope but is met with a forearm to the back of the head by Justin Harmony.

Jeremy Piven: This Allstar should know better to get near the other team’s corner.

Joe Ariello: And we should expect Harmony to attack someone from behind, too!

Malice takes advantage and by cinching up Skilled’s arms and delivering his tiger suplex with a bridging pin!

Joe Ariello: Tyler Malice calls that the Spinal Tap.

Jeremy Piven: I’d like to tap that little lady in his corner.

1…

2…

He weakly breaks the bridge. Malice shakes his head and finally gives into his team’s hollering and tags in Justin Harmony. Like a vulture, Harmony swoops in and beats down Skilled in the corner. He whips him into the opposite one and charges only to eat an elbow to the jaw from Skilled. Harmony shakes it up, tries for a clothesline, and Skilled ducks over and hits a neckbreaker. Skilled crawls to his corner and as he stands, he’s slapped on the back by Mister Impressive Josh Woodrum for a legal tag.

Woodrum catches Harmony off guard with an axe bomber lariat. Dreadful and Malice enter the right to cut the big Josh Woodrum down to size with an illegal double team. Stefanidis and Skilled while far from friends are spoiling for a fight and join the chaos and once again the match has degenerated!

Joe Ariello: All six men would have rather been in the spotlight by themselves and it shows.

Jeremy Piven: Who wouldn’t? The most prestigious title one can obtain is just that…just for one person in the spotlight.

The four illegal men, Malice, Dreadful, Skilled, and Stefanidis brawl on the outside ring leaving the two legal men Woodrum and Harmony alone. Woodrum hits a running big boot on Harmony. On the outside Dreadful slams Skilled into the ring steps and Malice tosses Stefanidis out over the barricade into the first row. Woodrum looks to size up Harmony with a “JoshBottom” as Malice and Dreadful slink into the ring. Woodrum breaks the attempt and fights up both men impressively with big right hands. Harmony attempts another clothesline and misses it and Woodrum makes him pay with a fireman’s carry slam!

Joe Ariello: Mister Impressive calls that the JVD!

But Malice and Dreadful break up the pin with stereo low dropkicks to the head of Woodrum. Paul Turner tries to get Malice out of the ring while Dreadful capitalizes with a kick to Woodrum’s midsection and then spikes Woodrum with a lifting high angle DDT!

Joe Ariello: And David calls that the Impaler.

Jeremy Piven: You just making up these names, Joe?

Joe Aiello: No, how dare you suggest such a thing. Maybe if you spent time researching this sport instead of being so obtuse, you’d know their names, too!

The crowd pops as Dreadful pumps his fist arrogantly. He drags Harmony to his corner, gets on the apron, and tags himself in. The delay was just enough because as Dreadful tries for a standing dropkick to the chin on the legal man Woodrum. Woodrum staggers and manages to swat the smaller man's feet aside. Josh turns around quickly and sees that Michael is the first to recover and is waiting at the apron. Skilled is still on the outside a bit groggy with his meeting with the steps. The crowd swells with excitement as Stefanidis vaults over the top rope and smashes into Dreadful with a running dropkick of his own! Harmony is back into the ring now and eats a right hand from Stefanidis. Woodrum on the outside drags Harmony to the outside. Stefanidis kicks Dreadful in the abdomen and looks to be going for the Myth Buster but Malice comes into the ring and clips Stefanidis’ knee. For the third time… all six men are in the ring and brawl with each other. Paul Turner looks around with astonishment as neither team refuses to abide by the rules. The crowd loves to see the fight though so he lets it go for the moment …

Jeremy Piven: That ref has just given up. What a fool.

Joe Ariello: This match might as be a six way match for all they care. It’s impossible for me to even distinguish who’s fighting who now!

Dreadful recouperates and sends Josh Woodrum over the top rope, he follows him oout there and whips him into the steel steps, meanwhile the other four men are in the ring. Dreadful turns up the intensity and stomps on Woodrum who's sat against the steps. Back in the ring Stefanidis knocks down Malice with a clothesline, he then hits a snap suplex. Jason Skilled and Justin Harmony go back and forth with right hands before Skilled kicks him in the stomach and Skilled nails Harmony with a DDT. Stefanidis and Skilled look at each other and nod before teaming on Tyler Malice, they whips him into the ropes and hit a double back body drop. Still out at ringside Dreadful hits a release German suplex on Woodrum on the steel rampway. 


Joe Aiello: OOOH that's going to hurt in the morning.

Back in the ring Stefanidis and Skilled go to work on Harmony stomping him before setting him up and hitting a double suplex. Skilled whips Harmony over to Stefanidis who spears him with authority. Stefanidis goes for the MYTH BUSTER!


Jeremy piven: He got it this time.

Stefanidis hits Malice with a hard right before Skilled hits a TKO! sending Malice under the bottom rope from the impact of the move.


Joe Aiello: There in full control of this now.


Jeremy Piven: Hang on though Joe, David Dreadful with a TRICK OR TREAT DRIVER on Woodrum on the rampway.


Joe Aiello: Holy shit, Woodrum's gonna' be broken in half.

Back in the ring though Skilled is set on the top rope and lands a picture perfect S.Y.D on Harmony!, Skilled makes the cover as Dreadful rushes to get in the ring only for Stefanidis to stop him with a dropkick from the inside of the ring.
1...



2...



3! 
'Amazing' by Kanye West hits the PA system as Skilled and Stefanidis celebrate in the ring with Dreadful looking gutted on the outside looking him.


Joe Aiello: I feel for Dreadful, he had Woodrum beaten on the outside, but Harmony and Malice got beat in the end by the impressive duo of Stefanidis and Skilled.

Jeremy Piven: Dreadful was extremely impressive, completely taking out Woodrum, but a great win but a win in the end for a beaten up Woodrum, Stefanidis and Skilled. 

Jessica Stroup: Here's your winners, by pinfall, Josh Woodrum, Michael Stefanidis & Jason Skilled

Winners: Josh Woodrum, Michael Stefanidis & Jason Skilled

Jason Skilled and Stefanidis shake hands in the ring with Dreadful looking down at Josh Woodrum and the destruction he caused on him as we cut to a commercial break.

[MNB]

>>> Commercial >>> Break >>>

The camera cuts to BDC's office. BDC leans back in his chair as he looks at the man across from him, Bel Biggz, as if studying him. Bel averts eye contact and sits in the chair placed in front of his desk. BDC is perhaps grateful that not all of his employees greet him in only a bath towel and just be really socially awkward in front of him. BDC browses through a stack of papers from a manila folder labeled "Bel Biggz".

BDC: You're a hard guy to get in contact with. No phone number. Minimal social media presence. Zero presence here. You show up and then you leave. I hate to be cliche but to us you're an enigma wrapped in a mystery.

Biggz stares down at his feet shuffling them.

BDC: I'm not so much trying to call you out on the carpet here as I'm trying to get a handle on who Bel Biggz is.

Bel Biggz: I'm not sure anymore...

He speaks in that way where he trails off in his words where the listener may be wondering whats next but the rest of the statement is inaudible and only for the speaker. This leaves the General Managers of this company just a bit perplexed.

BDC: Look. I'm just going to say it. Are you on drugs? Like right now. Like ever since you got here. What stuff we have on you says that you used to be a heroin addict. That isn't an image we are willing to project in this company. 

Bel Biggz: Been clean for over six years now, sirs. 

BDC: You could have fooled me. And sirs? I'm the only one here with you. Here is what we are going to do because well its just too early to commit to anything absolute, You keep up what we saw last week with Deadeye and make an effort to be a team player here and we won't have any problems. Also, going forward, based on your history, I'm going to need you to test clean prior to being cleared to compete. 

Bel Biggz: Okay...

BDC: Speak up, man, you're mumbling.

Bel gets to his feet and looks down at BDC unflinchingly. A moment of silence passes that seems like minutes because on the television dead air stretches out the time painfully but in reality it was only 15 seconds. 

Bel Biggz: ...god was right. This is my penance. Banging on glass. Screaming at you that I am who I say I am. I can't convince you if you won't listen. That's the problem, though. Nobody listens. Why am I here? This is what resonates to me throughout this collective.

Biggz turns to the door of the office to depart. BDC, while possibly confused, is still relieved that he hasn't degenerated this into a bad comedy skit. Bel hammers in the last word before leaving altogether.

Bel Biggz: I am here because the sight of it, the smell of it, the feel of it -- they remind me that maybe I am still something to somebody. I'm ... just not sure who...

And he leaves. BDC shakes his head and takes out his cellphone to make a call before we cut back to the action. 

[MNB]

Match Two

William Rast 

VS

Damon Cross

Jessica
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall!
Introducing first, making his way to the ring, from Memphis, Tennessee.
Standing six feet two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds,
he is WILLIAM RAST!





The
lights flicker while the sounds of police sirens are heard. “Dumb it Down”
begins to play over the PA System and out comes William Rast handcuffed and
accompanied by a Officer of the law. William winks at all the ladies as he
makes his way to the ring. He is then un cuffed and slides into the ring, takes
off his jacket and waits for the bell to ring. His music dies down as Jessica
looks at the entrance.






Aiello: William Rast is welcomed gratefully by the EWC fans. He made an
incredible return last time on Brawl when he beat the Hell out of Jason Kash.



Jeremy
Piven: You can say that again, pal. A few years ago, William Rast was 3-0 and
now he’s 4-0; that makes him one of the strongest guys on the roster. But don’t
forget about who he’s facing.

Jessica
Stroup: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania. Standing six feet tall, weighing in at Two Hundred and thirty
pounds, he is Damon Cross!



Jeremy
Pivan: Our resident homicidal psychopath, Damon Cross! This man has EWC running
through his blood like an Irishman has whiskey running in his blood. He gave
Derek Wellings everything he had last week, but he’s not worried about one faux
pas and is only worried about the man he’ll be facing.





Joe
Aiello: I don’t think he’d like being called crazy, but I do agree with you. Both
of these men have the very essence of EWC running in his blood. They both had
fantastic showings at the last Brawl, tonight isn’t going to be any
different!





The
referee checks both men and signals the bell. The two men lock up in the
center. Damon throws a kick in and forces William to hunch over. Bouncing off the
ropes, Cross smashed his knee into Rast’s chest. His opponent shuts up and is
met with a left punch then a punch. As Cross goes for a Dropkick, Rast counters
by walking into the move and slamming his elbow into his opponents gut. Both
men are on the ground, Rast gets on top of his opponent and starts striking
away furiously at Damon’s face. William grabs Damon by his head, and pulled him
to his feet and lands a European Uppercut, stunning his opponent. Rast lands
several Forearm Smashes against his opponents face and backs him into a corner.
Grabbing ahold of one hand, Rast Irish Whips Cross, bends down for a back body
drop but Cross leap frogs him, bounces off the ropes and plants a Shining
Wizard to the side of Rast’s Face.





Both
men take a moment to get up, but Cross is first to act and smashes his fists on
Billy’s back. William holds onto the top rope to get up. Just as he gets up,
Cross rakes his back hard enough for nail scratches to be seen. Pained, he
turns around and gets a knife edge chop to match the markings on his back. The crowd
woos at the chop, Damon then whips his opponent to the corner, follows him and
lands a corner splash. Not letting up, Damon Cross locks his arms in for a
bulldog and attempts to run out but William Rast is faster and instead pushes
Cross into the corner, and receives a dropkick to his back. Crosses head
bounces off the turnbuckle, while he stumbles back, William Rast goes outside
onto the ring ropes, spring boards off the top rope and connects with a Spear,
flooring his opponent and he goes for a cover.












ONE!...












TW-
KICK OUT!





Joe
Aiello: Great effort by William Rast but this isn’t ending that easily.





Jeremy
Piven: Right you are, pal. These guys are going to get pushed over easily so
instead we’re seeing some great back and forth action between two of our younger
EWC prospects, “The Undefeated” William Rast with a four and zero EWC streak
with the “Hot Shot” Damon Cross.





Joe
Aiello: I don’t think those guys HAVE nick names, at least like that.





Jeremy
Piven: Well then, I’m GIVING them nicknames.





As
Rast goes to cover his opponent again, Damon instead rolls him over and mounts
The Undefeated first. His drives a few fists in his forehead before standing up
and dropping a few knees on his opponent’s chest. Taking an arm, “Hot Shot”
attempts to go for a Fujiwara Arm bar. But his opponent scrambles hard enough
to get to the ropes. Cross backs up and allows Rast to stand but instead attempts
a Dragon Suplex. But Rast holds on to the ropes and breaks Damon’s hold. He
spins around “Hot Shot” and lands a German Suplex, lifts him for a second and
nails it but when he goes for a third, Damon Cross rolls out of it. William
Rast isn’t fast enough and is instead caught with a Dragon Suplex.



Damon
Cross mounts William Rast and brings several fists down over the head of his
opponent. The referee begins counting and as he gets to four, Damon lets go of
him and instead picks him off the mat. Rast is a little dazzed from the beating
but Demon lands a surprise Superkick. His opponent bounces off the ropes and hit
with a vicious T-Bone Suplex. Taking his time, Damon Cross neared his opponent
for a pin fall. But when his foot was placed on his opponent’s chest, William
Rast tripped Damon Cross and instead locked in a vicious leg vine. He screamed
loudly and tried to break his opponent’s submission hold. The referee got on
his knee and began asking him if he wanted to tap out. Damon used his strength
to get pull both men closer and closer to the ring. He reaches out and barely
grabs the ropes.





Joe
Aiello: Rope break by Damon Cross. These men are still going at it hard,
neither one willing to give up. Two of the best in EWC are fighting before us.
Neither one is showing the will to slow down.





Jeremy
Piven: I agree there, Joey. William Rast wants to keep his undefeated streak
alive while Damon Cross wants to break it and Rast’s Dreams.





Rast
lets go of his opponent’s legs and rolls backwards while Damon gets up to his
feet. He leans into a corner and watches as William runs at him, jumps onto a
rope and attempts to kick his head. He connects with a modified Shining Wizard,
Cross stumbles out from the ropes towards the middle of the ring. Once more
William Rast stalks his opponent on the ropes, he waits for the right moment to
strike. Taking a knee, Damon is able to come back to his senses, realize where
he is and turns around to see William Rast jump into the air and attempt
another spear. Like Chuck Norris, Damon Cross jumped back and delivers a
Spinning Roundhouse Kick to the back of Damon’s head. His body lands hard on
the canvas, Cross rolls his opponent onto his back and hooks a leg!















ONE!











TWO!







THR- KICK OUT!




The
fans are on their feet cheering on the men in the ring. Rast gets up and helps Cross
up by pulling on one arm. Once their standing, Rast and Cross trade off some
elbows and chops. After a small exchange, Rast wins the fight and Toe Kicks his
opponent and lands a Power Bomb. He doesn’t release the hold however and hits
another Power Bomb. This time he lets go and drags him to the center of the
ring. Cross lifts himself up on the second rope and tires to land an elbow on
his opponent. But the movement causes enough stirring in Cross to roll into the
attack and force his opponent to miss. Damon quickly gets to his feet and jumps
off the top rope in attempt at a Somersault Leg Drop and connects! The fans pop
as Damon gets on his feet and starts to stomp away on his opponent.





William
is beginning to roll towards the ropes, but he is stopped by the “Hot Shot” and
pulled back into the ring and up to his feet. He lifts William Rast up and
lands a Reverse Suplex and plants his opponent dead center of the ring. Getting
up once more, Damon takes a seat on the second rope comes off with a Flying
Body Splash. He lands hard on his opponent, causing him to roll in pain. But he’s
not done, William is slapped across both cheeks by Damon and he climbs up to
the top rope. He stands there a moment as William gives up rolling around and
fighting and attempts to land on him with a Shooting Star Press but at the last
possible moment William gets his knees up causing Damon to bounce off him and
roll out of the ring. The referee checks on Damon Cross first, then on William
Rast.






Jeremy
Piven: I’m not brave enough to fight any of our guys in the ring, but even so I
STILL felt that one. These men have just been going back and forth, neither of
them able to get the leg up on the other man.



Joe
Aiello: I think anyone here can feel that. Great counter by William Rast but
how long can his luck hold out? Both of these men are starting to feel the
effects of this high impact match.





The
referee gets to eight before Damon Cross enters the ring again. The two take
their time in getting back up, once they are back up the each start trading
blows with one another. This time Damon wins the exchanges and causes a stunned
William Rast to bounce off the ropes and lift up and hit with a Cradle DDT.
After the landing, Cross pulls him back up, lifts him up and nails a second
Cradle DDT. He isn’t done as he pulls his opponent back up and nails a THIRD
Cradle DDT. Damon sits on the ground a moment to catch his breath as the
referee checks on William Rast. As he walks over, he bends over to pick up his opponent
but William Rast instead throws a leg up and delivers his foot straight to the
crown of Damon Cross’s skull.





Damon
stumbles back as William Rast gets to his knees. Cross runs over and attempts
another Shining Wizard but Rast ducks and counters with an Inverted Atomic
Drop. He backs up, bounces off the ropes and lands with a Lou Thez press and
starts hammering away several fists. After ten he gets up, bounces off the rope
and nails a Stone Cold Steve Austin-like Elbow across the head of Damon Cross.
Rast picks Cross up by his hands, gives him the middle finger and attempts the
Faith but his boot is countered, and countered with a Capture Suplex.
The two men are flattened on the ground. The referee begins counting them out.
The fans erupt demanding them to get up and finish the fight.

Jeremy
Piven: I love how he’s counter so slowly. Come on Methuselah and hurry that
count up, you old fart.





Joe
Aiello: I’ll give you, $100 right now, if you go in that ring and actually make
the referee count faster.





Jeremy
Piven: Tempting, but I’ll pass. I’m allergic to pain and I don’t want Rast or
Cross to attack me.



The
two men struggle to get back on their feet. Damon reactions first on his knees
and punches William Rast across his face, he stumbles back and then stumbles
forward punching Damon Cross. He stumbles backwards, getting his footing,
bounces off the ropes and punches Rast back. His opponent bounces off the
ropes, and attempts another punch but Cross blocks it and counters with another
punch causing Rast to spin around and get punched again. Rast throws a wild
punch hard, misses and Damon Cross counters and locks in the Attitude Disorder.
He slices his throat with one hand and connects! He isn’t done, as he leans
over, slaps William and trash talks him. Damon then pulls him on his feet and
signals for the end. He lifts his opponent up and off the mat before connecting
with the Carless Whisper! HE COVERS HIS OPPONENT!











ONE!...



















TWO!...















THREE!



The
referee signals for the bell and he raises the hand of Damon Cross high up in
the air as “Confrontation” hits the PA System and the crowd cheers.





Jessica
Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, DAMON CROSS!

Winner: Damon Cross


Joe
Aiello: Good try by William but this wasn’t his night. The unlucky streak of “Hot
Shot” Damon Cross ends while “The Undefeatable” William Rast comes to an end. What
do you think, partner?



Jeremy
Piven: You’re right there. “Hot Shot” Damon Cross was able to rise and
overcome. He’s beat one of the very best that EWC has to offer. But William
Rast on the other hand, better luck next time.



A
bummed out William Rast exits the ring, angry and punching the protective mat outside
while a psyched and over joyed Damon Cross celebrates with Jessica Stroup in
ring, even making her dance with him for his victory celebration.

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Brawl comes back from a KOTC advertisement. White neon lights flicker through the arena, and “Fallout” by Alter Bridge blasts from the PA system. The crowd go wild as the man, the myth, the legend BDC steps from behind the curtain. Pyro explodes as he hobbles towards the ring, leaning heavily on a white walking stick. He is dressed in his finest black Armani suit, and his hair is tied back into a ponytail. He slowly climbs the metal steps, and slowly, yet surely, climbs in between the middle rope. A loud “BDC” chant erupts, and BDC closes his eyes and takes in the applause. Eventually, he hobbles to the ropes and beckons for a mic.

BDC: Ladies and gentlemen, BDC has come home to where he belongs.

The crowd go berserk and chant his name even louder. He allows them to continue for a while, but eventually continues,

BDC: Thank you all, it’s really more than I deserve. You see folks, I left the EWC on a sour note. After all of my accomplishments, and as you all know, there were a LOT, I decided I didn’t want to be a part of it anymore, so I simply stopped showing up for work.

I could stand here all night, bitching and moaning about what went wrong and how I was screwed out of titles, but you know what, that was the past, this is now. So, even though I thought hell would freeze over before I ever said anything like this, all I have to say on the matter is . . .

I’m sorry.

Joe Aiello: Wow, seems the rumours are true, BDC really is a changed man.

Jeremy Piven: I’ll believe it when I see Aiello.

BDC: No, seriously. I’m what you would call a changed man. You see folks, when I left the EWC, I was broken physically, mentally, spiritually, and any other clichés you can think of. I was a lost man, and I’d sunk about as low as a human being can sink.

I tried being a part of another company, but I just couldn’t seem to fit in, no matter how much I tired. They didn’t like my style. I still don’t know why to this day. Maybe it was my age, or my attitude, but regardless of the reason, it just didn’t happen, so that was that.

Then, out of the blue, I got a phone call from Mac asking if I’d like to head up the EWC development centre, and I started training up the new generation of EWC wrestlers.

The crowd cheer, and BDC just bows his head, and nods his head in pride.

BDC: Thank you. As you can see, my body has virtually given up on me. I have dislocated or broken every finger and toe, smashed my knees up, dislocated both shoulders, broken my wrist, cracked my ribs, along with my jaw, nose and both eye sockets. If I was a horse, they’d put me down. But I’m not. I’m a wrestler, and I’ve got a hell of a lot of experience to share with these kids, so that’s what I’ve been doing.

So there I was, revelling in my new job, when I get another phone call from Mac, this time asking me if I want to be GM of the EWC.

Joe Aiello: Well, he certainly has the experience, that’s for sure.

Jeremy Piven. Please! He’s a washed up fucking dinosaur, and like he said, he should be put down.

Joe Aiello: Show some respect Jeremy! The man is a legend here in EWC.

Jeremy Piven: And I care why? Fuck him, the old bastard can hardly walk without the aid of a carer, what the fuck can he offer us?

BDC: It was an offer I couldn’t refuse, so, I just want to say that I look forward to having a major role to play in regard to the future of this great company, and that I have big plans in regard to moving us towards the right direction.

Joe Aiello: Right direction? I wonder what he’s talking about.

Jeremy Piven: Who cares? He’ll be back in his slippers and dressing gown in about an hour, so the quicker we get this bullshit done and dusted, the better.

The crowd cheer and are completely on BDC’s side. He pauses a bit longer, but looks uncomfortable, so he beckons for a stool to be placed in the ring. There is a round of applause from the fans in appreciation for his injury, and for what he’s done for the company. A stagehand puts the stool in place, and BDC sits down.

BDC: Ah, thank you, that’s better. As you can see folks, my wrestling days are behind me . . .

Jeremy Piven: No shit Sherlock.

Joe Aiello: Jeremy, show some respect!

Jeremy Piven: Fuck you, and fuck BDC.

BDC: . . . But, I’ve made peace with that. Like I said earlier, I still run the talent development centre, and I am now GM, but, it’s still not enough. We have a new logo, a new roster, and a new brand of product, yet we are still stuck in the antiquated way of thinking in regard to the use of foul language, and the apparent need to be as extremely violent as possible in every match. This cannot be allowed to continue.

There are a few boos from the crowd.

BDC: No, I understand your confusion, and you are more than entitled to your opinions and views, but please hear me out.

I want you to all look at me, and I mean REALLY look at me.

Jeremy Piven: I’d rather eat my own shit thank you very much.

Joe Aiello: You are a disgusting human being Jeremy.

Jeremy Piven: Thank you.

Jeo Aiello: . . .

The camera zooms in to BDC. He takes off his jacket, and rolls up his sleeves. The camera zooms in to scars and tissue damage. BDC is in his late 40’s, but looks like he’s in his mid-sixties. There’s an uncomfortable silence from the crowd.

BDC: Not a pretty sight is it. I put my body on the line in the pursuit of power and glory, and I have paid the price. I am a broken man, and where I stood tall and proud, I am now reduced to having to sit down, because I can’t cope with the pain of standing. I gave you all everything I had, and it’s left me like this.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret anything, not one second. It was my choice, and I have made peace with that, but, on the same hand, I didn’t know any better. You see, back then it was all about being as manly as possible. You didn’t whine and moan about injuries, you just manned up and cracked on with it. Heck, the more scars you had, the more respect you got back stage. Looking back at that now I realise how ridiculous it all was. I mean, why the hell were we allowed to get away with it? Where was the support from the veterans? Why didn’t management step in and say enough is enough already?

How many wrestlers have been forced to retire through serious injury? How many hall of fame ceremonies have there been where the inductees have passed away due to the horrific negligence of this industry? How many other wrestlers have to have help from their loved ones to get dressed, or have people around them to make sure they don’t fall?

I am nearly seven foot tall, and weigh over 300lbs. If my leg gives way, I could fall on someone and crush them. As funny as that sounds, imagine I fell on my wife, or even worse, my kid?

Joe Aiello: Wow, I’ve never thought of it like that before.

Jeremy Piven: Oh cry me a fucking river Aiello. He knew what he was in for when he became a pro wrestler.

Joe Aiello: Did he though Jeremy? The man has a valid point.

The crowd are mixed. Some are chanting BDC’s name, while others are chanting “Boring, boring”. BDC shrugs, and shakes his head in disappointment.

BDC: Boring ey? Really? I learned a long time ago that you can’t argue with stupid, it’s just a fact. Some of you aren’t happy unless we are bleeding and battered, while the sensible ones amongst you are happy to know that we are safe and healthy, and able to entertain you to the best of our ability.

Jeremy Piven: So what is he saying exactly? Should we all start holding hands and singing fucking lullabies to each other?

Joe Aiello: He’s not saying that at all Jeremy. Are you actually listening to him?

Jeremy Piven: Joe, I stopped listening to him 5 years ago.

BDC: I knew there would be a mixed reaction to my way of thinking, and you know what, that is fine. Everyone has the right to their own opinion, and while I don’t appreciate being called boring, I respect your point of view. I don’t agree with it, but hey, that’s life.

So, on to my final potential controversial comment.

Jeremy Piven: Oh this shit should be priceless.

Joe Aiello: Would you give the guy a break Jeremy.

BDC: I have stated that I feel that this company needs to go in a new direction. I have stated that the old guard have been let down through lack of support and leadership. I have stated that we need to look after and nurture the new talent that comes through the doors.

I feel that I am the man to achieve this. I already have the backing of over half of the EWC board members, along with support of many of the new talent.

So, without further ado, I, Chris “BDC” Defoe put my name forward for the vacant Vice President role.

Jeremy Piven: Oh hell no!!!

Joe Aiello: Wow, amazing news. I can’t think of a better man for the job!!

There is a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd.

BDC: I am the only man for the job, trust me on that. By this time next week, I WILL be VP of the EWC, and I will begin incorporating the massive changes that need to take place.

Oh, and before I leave, I have one more thing to say, and this goes to you Jeremy Piven.

BDC stand up and hobbles over to the steps. He slowly climbs down, and walks over to the announcers table. Jeremy Piven looks terrified.

BDC: Now kid, my body may be battered and broken, but rest assured, my hearing is as good as it has ever been. Like I told the great fans of the EWC, they are entitled to their opinions, as are you, but, with my new regime, swearing will be cut to a minimum. That means that if you slip up with your disgusting potty mouth, I get to fire you. If you speak out of turn, I get to fire you. If you sneeze without my permission, I get to fire you. You are a complete and utter waste of human DNA, and you are one of the talentless idiots I’ve ever had the misfortune of encountering. I strongly suggest that you start wising up and start becoming more professional. There is a place for you under the new regime, and despite my personal views of you, I believe you can be an asset to the company. Now, do you have anything else to say, and please think extremely carefully about what comes out of those toxic lips of yours.

Piven shakes his head and keeps quiet. BDC smiles, and offers his hand for Piven to shake. He slowly reaches out and shakes BDC’s hand.

BDC: Excellent choice Jeremy.

BDC turns towards the fans.

BDC: Thank you all for your patience and time, and please, enjoy the rest of the show.

The show returns to BDC in his office. A
small Asian woman is giving him a massage on his left leg. Soothing music and
fragrances fill the air and BDC is heard letting out a loud, pleasured sigh.




BDC: Ling Mei, you are perhaps THE BEST therapist a man can ask
for. This is great; you traveled out here on your day off to see me. Thank you.



Ling Mei: Anything for you, Mr. Defoe. I’m always glad to help my
number one cus-patient.


BDC: Nothing fancy, I’m happily married.



BDC smiles as he drinks a nice Roy
Rogers. His skin is shining from fresh oil being rubbed in. Everything has been
going right for him, Monday Night Brawl is back and full swing, no major
problems between his stars, and his professional health care giver is giving
him something he felt he needed. However, an electric drum starts beating but
BDC hasn’t heard since the 1980’s and it catches him by surprise and forces his
eyes open.







BDC leans back to see Derek
Wellings wearing his Asian Nurses Masseuse outfit. Not only that, but a boom
box is duct taped to his back with the speakers duct tapped onto his shoulders.
Tarzan Boy continues to play as Derek neared BDC. The disgusting sight makes
him cringe and face contort in a painful way. Derek’s big, MANLY hands are
rubbing his legs.



Derek Wellings: Wow Big Daddy, you’re SO TENSE!



Derek smils as he rubs his boss's
leg. BDC sscreams, however Derek doesn't get the hint and needs a more direct
approach.



BDC: GET YOUR HANDS THE HELL OFF ME!



Derek Wellings: Relax; I too have picked up the hobby of being a
masseuse.



Before BDC has a chance to stop him,
Derek's hands chop their way up towards BDC's back, nearing his butt.



BDC: IF YOU SO MUCH AS MOVE ANOTHER MUSCLE, I AM GOING TO SMASH
YOUR SKULL IN WITH MY CANE … Wait a minute. You’re smart enough to be a
masseuse?



Derek pouts at his Chris' question.




Derek Wellings: I’m waiting for the certification to come in the
mail.



Grabbing a hold of his towel, BDC
gets up quickly and puts on his trousers.



BDC: Wait... you did one of those MAIL order certifications?



Calmly, Derek shakes his head.



Derek Wellings: No, I did online from a pop up.



Only the sound of Tarzan Boy
playing on Derek's Boom Box is heard in the room as both men are silent. It’s
one of those awkward moments that two men fear.



BDC: Seriously, get the fuck out of here before I find a reason to
fire your ass and leave me and my REAL professional alone… where is she
anyways?



Derek Wellings: She go that way.



Derek points to a hole in the wall.
The wall paper is torn but the hole looked to be precut and a crate is
obviously moved. At some point earlier in the day, Derek Wellings made a Derek
Wellings shaped hole in the wall to allow him easy access to his boss’s room.



BDC: You do know
that you are going to have to pay for the damage right? You can't do freaky
stuff like this without getting punished.



Knowing what he means, or perhaps THINKING he knows what BDC means, Derek
reaches over to a duffel bag that's on the floor, unzips it and pulls out
handcuffs, whips, ball-n-gags, and a horse crop.



Derek Wellings:
I’m already prepared!



Feeling embarrassed that THIS is an employee of his, an employee he cannot
out right fire without Mac or the Boards approval, Chris did the one thing he
could do: Face palm. BDC’s lack of approval confuses Derek and he cocks his
head sideways looking at him.



Derek Wellings:
What’s wrong with your face, bestest friend?



BDC: I am NOT
your friend and there’s nothing wrong with my face. PLEASE leave me alone, and
never darken my doorstep again.



Happy to see his boss isn’t arguing; Derek pats his back hard. BDC on the
other hand doesn't like this special treatment Derek is giving him.



Derek Wellings:
Well, if you EVER need me, bestest friend I’ll be right there for you. You’ll
remember that, RIGHT Big Daddy?



BDC: I'll never
need you for anything Wellings, and my name is BDC.



Derek Wellings:
Good, and since you’re management now, I have a teeny request of you.



BDC: A request?
REALLY?



Derek Wellings:
Yeah, a tiny request ol’ pal. I want to throw an open challenge out to Bel
Biggz. I saw the Power Twenty-five list and I’m like TOATS jealous of him.



BDC: Toats?



Derek Wellings:
Yeah, toats I’m like TOTallyS jealous of him making number one wrestler on the
last list so I want to see if can handle me one on one.



Choosing to show how “friendly” he is, Derek sits down with his boss, the
boom box STILL playing Tarzan Boy.



BDC: Let me get
this straight, all of this is down to the fact you want a match with Biggz, and
all I have to do to make you go away is sanction a match with him?



BDC moves further away and
looks around to see if his REAL healthcare giver has returned.



BDC: I'll have to
take it up with Mac, but I can't see there being a problem. However you might want to focus on John Jones first. Next time you want
something, ask like a normal human being Wellings, and cut out this crap. I'm
looking forward to the match, and I hope you get your just rewards.



Hoping to his feet, Derek starts to leave. As he leaves, Derek jumps up,
clicks his heels together and leaves through the Derek Wellings’ shaped hole in
the wall. The music of Tarzan Boy continues playing into the distance,
announcing his presence, scaring away ANYONE in his path.



Aiello: Is he… was
he… I don’t know where to start.



Piven: Then don’t
start. Derek Wellings is a confusing man, trying to get into his mind is a bad
idea. But I’m glad he’s open to taking ideas.



Aiello: Wait a
minute, Jeremy. Did you… WHY DO YOU TELL HIM TO DO THOSE THINGS!?



Piven: Because I
can? Is that a good enough reason mister must-know-everyone-else’s-business?

[MNB]

MATCH 3

TABLES MATCH

John Jones vs Derek Wellings

Jessica Stroup: The following match is a Tables Match....

Aiello: This match has the potential to be a classic.

Piven: It will be a clash of styles in a one of the most extreme match types known.

Aiello: Only way to win this match is to put your opponent through a table.

The lights dim…
The crowd scream…
“THE CHAMP IS HERE…THE CHAMP IS HERE…THE CHAMP IS HERE…”
The immortal line of Ali echoes throughout the arena as gold tinted spotlight lightsup a circle of the stage… The TitonTron begins to show footage of John Jones both training and his previous MMA and wrestling matches. Jones walks out into the spotlight on the stage and as the song begins its first verse, Jones points to the ring then raises his hand up high before slamming his palm onto the stage setting off gold pyro down the ramp. The gold tinted arena lights flash on, bathing the arena in gold. Walking to the ring, Jones ignores the majority of the crowd until he starts a verbal war with a fan booing him before jumping onto the apron and into the ring. Here he paces around until the bell rings…

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first....from London, England.... "The Engineer" John Jones!

Piven: Jones has some serious fighting skills so this match will interesting.

Aiello: Yes it will be.

Derek Wellings makes his entrance to an incredible ovation. His years away from the ring haven't gone ignored as the fans are still behind him. With a stern face, Derek walks towards the ring. As he hears it, Derek increases his speed and slides in. Then in two movements he hops onto his feet and pounds on his shoulder.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent....from Detroit, Michigan.... "The Airbourne Range" Derek Wellings!

Piven: Wellings' highflyer tendencies will match interesting.

Aiello: Yes it will.

The bell rings signalling the start of the match. Both men lock up in the center of the ring trying to overpower each other. Each straining to get the upper hand when suddenly Jones Irish whips Wellings into the corner of the ring. Jones to steps back and waits for the Wellings to stumbled back. Wellings stumbles back righting a swinging neckbreaker. Both men go to the match and Jones starts to show his MMA background by launching into a brutal ground and pound.

Aiello: Jones trying to but this away early by sending a message to the roster.

Piven: Remember that the only way to win this match is to put you opponent through a table.

Jones stops his attack and slides out of the ring leaving a dazed Wellings laying in the ring. On the outside of the ring Jones starts digging under the ring for something. He finally finds what he is looking for and pulls out a wooden table which he slides into the ring. Yet he wasn't done, he pulls out a second table when he slides into the ring. He also grabs a kendo stick and slides back into ring.

Piven: Jones getting the tables involved in this already.

Derek had managed to get to his feet and had been waiting for Jones to get back in the ring. After Jones slides back into the ring he is hit by a brutal elbow drop. The attack connects with the center Jones chest forcing him to gasp. Wellings kicks the kendo stick out of the way and the goes to set up one of the tables.

Aiello: That looked like it hurt.

Piven: Jones forgetting all about his opponent there.

While Derek sets up the table Jones rolls back out the ring to catch his breath. One the table was up Wellings grabs the kendo stick and turns to see where Jones is. Upon seeing that Jones is outside the ring Wellings quickly takes to the top ropes and launches off in a cross body while still holding the kendo stick.

Aiello: Wellings going high high risk here.

Piven: This is going to hurt.

The move hits solidly sending both men to the floor. After a moment they both start to stir. Wellings uses the kendo stick to get back to his feet. He gets back to his feet and slams the kendo stick down over the back of the slowly rising Jones. Wellings keeps up the attacks, each one causing a massive welt to form on his opponent's back. Jones reaches out desperately and tries to trip Wellings. 

Aiello: Jones in bad shape here.

Piven: He is sure going to feel those welts in the morning.

Jones manages to send Wellings crashing to ground then quickly moves away. Jones moves around the ring and then starts digging for something under the ring. Out comes a sledgehammer which Jones grips a bit unsteadily as he looks for where Derek ended up. Wellings comes running around the ring with the kendo stick at the ready. Jones slams the head of sledgehammer into Derek's gut causing the other man to double over. Jones tosses the sledgehammer into the ring before picking Wellings up in a release fisherman suplex towards the ramp. As Wellings hits the floor Jones slides back into the ring and goes to lean the second table in the corner of the ring.

Aiello: Jones back in control here.

Piven: Got that right but I wouldn't count Wellings out yet.

Aiello: Of course not.

On the outside of the ring we see Wellings grabbing stuff from under the ring. It turns out to be another table which is quickly set up before Derek turn back to the ring and he slides in. He slowly gets back to his feet as Jones turns to face him.The pair lock up in the center of the ring and then exchange a series of countered suplexes.

Piven: Look at all the tables.


Aiello: All it takes is for one of these men to go crashing through one of them and that's the match over.

Piven: Thank you Captain Obvious

Jones hits Wellings with a final suplex and Wellings rolls towards the ropes. Jones stands waiting for him to get to his feet before taking a charge and attempts to clothesline Wellings over the ropes but Wellings drops pulling down the top rope and Jones flies to the outside. Wellings quickly slides outside the ring and begins to lay into Jones who gets his arms up in a desperate attempt to protect himself. Wellings picks Jones up and drives him back first into the ring apron. He then locks Jones' head under his shoulder looking to suplex him through the announce table but Jones blocks it and counters into a DDT straight onto the hard floor.

Aiello: Damn! Wellings trying to get payback for Jones putting him through the table in Winnipeg but Jones is smart and counters.

Piven: What is it with people wanting to destroy our table?

Jones gets to his feet clutching his ribs, the fall to the floor clearly doing some damage. Wellings begins to slowly get to his feet but Jones kicks him back down again. Jones then walks to the other side of the ring and collects a table that was previously set up by Wellings. He places it right next to Wellings who is again trying to get to his feet. Jones picks him up and attempts to pick Wellings up and power bomb him through the table but Wellings won't be beaten that easily as he punches Jones and lands an elbow causing Jones to drop him. Wellings then hits Jones with an uppercut causing Jones to lean back as he teeters over the edge of the table, almost falling back onto it.

Aiello: How unfortunate could that have been if he fell back through the table?

Jones is able to keep his balance just as Wellings makes a charge at him, Jones kicks Wellings in the gut causing him to keel over. Jones then steps back towards the announce table, runs forward and attempts to hit Bow to the Champ on Wellings but Wellings dodges the incoming knee and Jones has to rapidly adjust to avoid himself going through the table.

Piven: That slippery nipple.

Jones turns only to be met by a huge big boot from Wellings dropping him to the floor. Wellings picks Jones up and rolls him onto the table. Wellings then makes his way to the top rope, he raises his arms to the crowd and launches himself off the top rope but Jones quickly rolls off the table and catches Wellings in mid air on his shoulders! Jones turns and hits the JKO right through the table!

Aiello: He's done it! What a counter from Jones!!

Piven: Not bad.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... "The Engineer" John Jones!!!

WINNER: JOHN JONES

'The champ is here' by Jadakiss hits the PA system as Jones looks stunned himself after making the counter and the ref raises Jones' arm in victory, with Wellings laid out in the pile of broken wood.

Joe Aiello: That's two shows in a row where John Jones has put Derek Wellings through a table, has he got Wellings' number.

Jeremy Piven: Although Jones wasn't pinned in the fatal four way at the 400th episode it is now one and one between these two, but like you said Jones on two occasions has put Wellings through wood.

[MNB]

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Match Four

Tag Team Match

Bad Attitude vs The Fatal Ones

Joe Aiello: Our next match up showcases our growing tag team division. Last week we saw The Cartel. This week we see The Fatal Ones and Bad Attitude in action. The Fatal Ones are an interesting dynamic as the teacher Romero and the student Davenport team for the first time ever on TV. Bad Attitude an established free agent tag team has promised to take over this division from the start.

Jessica Stroup: The following is a tag team contest … first, coming to the ring, THE FATAL ONES!!!

Damien comes out first, Monique to his right side. She gives Damien a kiss on the cheek before heading for the ring. Damien takes in the view as Monique gets on the apron, teasing the fans as she gets in the ring. Damien climbs in behind her, Monique sitting in the corner facing the ramp smiling. Damien leans on the ropes in the middle, confidence on the faces of the pair.

“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the speakers, which is met by boos that echo throughout the arena. When the heavy starts after the intro, Adam Stryker appears from behind the curtain, wearing his ring attire and the Untouchables tee. He raises his arms, enjoying the heat from the crowd. Michael Tomkins then appears wearing matching attired, but with a studded leather jacket with “Bad Attitude” emblazoned on the reverse side. He turns around to reveal the Tag Team slogan, stepping backwards as Stryker lowers his arms and begins to head to the ring. Tomkins turns around and the two bump elbows together and exchange words.

Jessica Stroup: "At the combined weight of 445 pounds... "The Raise-The-Bar Superstar" Michael Tomkins... "The SoCal Switchblade" Adam Stryker... THE BAAAAD ATTITUDE!"

As they approach the ring, both men stop and sit on the apron, looking around the crowd, laughing at their heated response. “You Suck!” begins to be chanted throughout the arena as the two stand up and Tomkins throws his jacket to the floor. They both enter the ring through the middle rope and head to opposing corners. They then feign to climb, before turning and switching sides. When they reach the turnbuckle, they once again feign a climb before heading to the center of the ring. They meet each other with a double fist pump, before turning, ready for the opening bell.

And the bell rings. Damien advises his partner Monique that he will start and Stryker does the same for Bad Attitude. They circle each other, sizing one another up and then lock up. Romero forces Stryker into a corner but unfortunately for him it’s the wrong corner. Tomkins feigns innocence by raising his hands as his partner reverses the lock up and pushes Romero into turnbuckle. The referee Paul Turner, who is already having a long night involving tag team action, is distracted by Stryker driving knees into Romero’s sternum as Tomkins pulls on his hair and wrenches his neck. Romero back elbows Tomkins and brawls with Stryker out of the corner, spins around him and pushes one half of Bad Attitude back into the corner.

Joe Aiello: Not sure who got the best of that exchange. There is a lot of boasting and puffing of the chest between Romero and Stryker.

Jeremy Piven: Only you would comment on guys puffing out their chests.

Romero, for the sake of his inexperienced tag team partner stays in the ring, but Stryker tags in Tomkins for a turn at dishing out some damage. They step towards each other slowly and locks their hands in Roman Greco knuckle lock. Both men stand each other, testing their strength, in the center of the ring looking like two marble statues you’d see in an arena of battle. Tomkins possessing more technical acumen, bends back Romero’s hands and forces him down to his knees. Instead of applying more pressure Tomkins looks to his partner and then to the booing crowd and briefly soaks in the hatred radiating from the crowd. This mistakes allows Romero to wrench himself free and then put the point of his boot into Tomkin’s gut. It staggers him and allows Romero to follow up with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head! This time it’s Tomkins who staggers into the wrong corner. Romero nails Tomkins in the face a few times before tagging in his partner Monique Davenport.

Joe Aiello: And here we go, we've seen everyone except Davenport tonight. This is first time stepping into the EWC ring and lots of people are wondering if she can hang with the more experienced grapples her.

Jeremy Piven: She can hang with me anytime she wants.

Joe Aiello: Are you here just to make lewd comments?

Jeremy Piven: Yes.

Davenport keeps up the heat and lays into Tomkins with forearms to the jaw and chest most likely rattling his brain meats even more in this encounter. Turner counts to four before admonishing here. Suddenly Stryker is in the ring but Turner quickly cuts him off … as Romero pays back Tomkins by strangling him with the tag team rope! Romero releases it and beckons Davenport to get back on the apron. As a further insult, he slaps his own hand to make the “tag” and because the referee is pushing back an enraged Stryker, he knows nothing about it. Romero with a right hand and irish with to the ropes. Tomkins catches himself on the ropes, steps forward, and hits Romero with a roundhouse kick of his own. He shakes off the damage to his head, gathers Romero up, and deposits him out of the ring over the top rope!

Tomkins follows out Romero and mocks his pain before slamming him shoulder first into the ring post!

Jeremy Piven: These two guys weren't kidding when they said hostile takeover!

Mike Tomkins allows Damien Romero no respite and rolls him into the ring close to his corner. He tags in Stryker who pounces on Romero by putting Romero’s arm behind his back and dropping repeated knees into his shoulder. Stryker quickly tags back in Tomkins who springs over the top rope and dropping a leg across the back and arm of Romero! He also starts to drive knees into Romero’s arm. He reaches out and tags in Tomkins who in a friendly game of who can top that, vaults over the top rope with his own leg drop on his prone victim.

Joe Aiello: Look at that, Jeremy. Tomkins shies away from the top rope moves but these two guy’s competitive nature makes them do things they wouldn't normally do.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, and look at Monique… she’s—

Joe Aiello: The way Bad Attitude has taken over, she might as well not even be a part of this match. Romero is paying for his decision to stay in so long earlier.

Tomkins applies a key lock as the crowd tries to rouse Romero back into this match. Romero is to his knees now, looking right at his partner Monique. Romero manages to counter the key lock with a modified hip toss. He falls back to his knees and crawls towards Monique with his hand stretched towards her. Tomkins, only briefly fazed, grabs onto Romero’s leg and drags him back into Bad Attitude’s corner. Romero rolls onto his back and kicks away Tomkin and scrambles to his corner quickly and tags in Monique!!

Joe Aiello: We now get to see if Monique can turn the tide for the Fatal Ones!

Monique comes in full of energy, ducks a clothesline, and flattens Tomkins with a jumping cutter! Stryker runs in and gets a dropkick for his trouble. Tomkins attacks Monique from behind and then whips her into the ropes. She catches him with a beautiful spinning headscissors!! Romero recovers on the ring apron as Stryker has recovered, he tries to force her into the corner but she steps up onto the top turnbuckle, quickly turns around and leaps over Tomkins catching him from behind with a falling neckbreaker! She goes for the first pin of the match as the crowd goes crazy!!

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Joe Aiello: I’m impressed! Davenport survived an almost non stop double team from Bad Attitude!

Jeremy Piven: Not touching that one.

Romero wants the tag but Monique is feeling this one. She starts to size up Tomkins for her Total Effect superkick. She goes for it and … Tomkins catches it high and cinches her leg and makes her pay with a brutal capture suplex. Romero gets into the ring to fend off Tomkins but the referee detains him. Stryker is in quickly and picks up Monique with ease and racking Canadian Backbreaker. Tomkins goes to the top rope and slams his elbow into Monique’s throat. Tomkin flattens her crumpled frame and hooks her leg as Turner finally fends off Romero to see the pin.

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The bell rings and 'Nightmare' by Aveneged Sevenfolds hits the PA system and Bad Attitude begin to celebrate their win by taunting the crowd.

Jessica Stroup: Here are your winners by pinfall... Bad Attitude!!!

Winners: Bad Attitude

Joe Aiello: Bad Attitude was just too much for The Fatal Ones this time. While both impressive individually, their differences got them picked apart in the end.

Romero tends to his partner as Bad Attitude saunters up the ramp, trash talking the fans, saying that this is just the beginning. We go to commercial... 

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Match Five
Hardcore Match
Joey Orsome vs Deadeye Proteus

Joe Aiello: Welcome back from the commercial break, we're live at Monday Night Brawl and up next we have two men who had a very successful 400th episode of Brawl both winning their respective matches.

Jeremy Piven: That's right Joe, Joey Orsome takes on the one eyed bandit Deadeye Proteus... i wonder what eye he's gunna look out tonight Joe.

Joe Aiello: ......Er Jeremy, it's the same eye all the time.

Jeremy Piven: Holy fuck Joe, this shit is real.

Joe Aiello: Soooo... anyway let's get on with it and head over to our ring announcer for the intro's.

Jeremy Piven: What? Was it something i said?

The arena goes black as the chilling chants of Shadow Moses kick in. The arena stays black as the lyrics finish (We're going nowhere). As the heavy riff hits in pyros flash into the roof of the arena revealing a black shadowy figure in the centre of the entrance. The lights come back on as Joey, with his hands held together down towards his waistline slowly walks down to the ring.

Jessica Stroup: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a hardcore match. First making his way to the ring, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 240lbs... Joey Orsome!!

He doesn't acknowledge any fans as he reaches the ring steps. Before he steps onto the steps he whips his hood from atop his head and makes his way into the ring.

Joe Aiello: Joey went through that long two out of three falls match on the last edition of Brawl will he be 100% to go through another violent match.

Jeremy Piven: He's a tough kid Joe, this guy wants to be the next Shadow Man and to do that, these hardcore matches become a regular thing.

"Wish" by Nine Inch Nails hits the PA. Paul "Deadeye" Proteus steps out with no further fanfare, checking the tape on his wrists and fingers and pounding his fist into his palm. Bel comes out just behind his Cartel partner.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent being accompanied by Bel Biggz, from Dennisport, Massachusetts, weighing 250lbs, Paul 'Deadeye' Proteus!!!

He stands on the stage and lifts both arms up, before walking right down to the ring, sliding in, and lifting both arms up again to an appreciative crowd. Bel stands ringside and Joey looks over at bel shouting at him that he had better not get involved with Bel simpky replying by blowing Joey a kiss to Joey's frustration. The referee calls for the bell and the bell rings with Joey and Deadeye looking across the ring at one another with the veteran Deadeye giving a little wink to Joey. They lock up in the ring both trying to gain an advantage and back the other into the corner, but to no avail. They break the hold and back off from one another before going to lock up again only for Joey to cheap shot and slap Deadeye across the face.

Joe Aiello: Wow, how disrespectful from Joey, does he not know Deadeye but at all.

Jeremy Piven: Biggg mistake Joey.

Deadeye's expression darkens and they lock up hard with Deadeye forcing Joey back into the corner, he back elbows Joey several times in the side of the face before landing a couple right hands. He backs up from Joey and runs at him going for a clothesline in the corner, but Joey dodges it and knocks Deadeye down with a shoulder block, Deadeye is back up quick and Joey goes for a clothesline of his own only for Deadeye to duck and come back of the ropes and launch his 250 pound body at Joey knocking him down with a flying shoulder tackle. Joey is up and turns towards Deadeye who drops him with a drop toe hold and Deadeye mounts Orsome and attempts to lock in a camel clutch, but Joey makes it awkward and manages to wriggle out of it and while down on the mat kick Deadeye in the gut. Joey whips Deadeye into the ropes and arm drags and keeps hold of his arm and locks in an arm bar. The ref gets close to Deadeye asking if he submits only for Deadeye to tell him to fuck off.

Jeremy Piven: Rude.

Deadeye powers to his feet, still with Joey having Deadeye's arm behind him and Deadeye backs up Joey hard in the corner forcing Orsome to release the hold. Deadeye turns and punches Joey before whipping across the ring to the other turnbuckle, he follows it up quicker with a splash in the corner. Deadeye then hits a snap suplex on Joey and goes for the first cover of the match.
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Kickout easily by Orsome. Deadeye grabs a handful of Joey's hair and pulls him up from the mat and goes for a swinging neckbreaker only for Orsome to swing through it and plant Deadeye with a DDT. orsome begins stomping on Deadeye and then looks over the ropes down at Bel screaming to him. "Look what i'm doing to your buddy!". Bel ignores him while you can hear jeers throughout the crowd. Orsome turns back to Deadeye and stomps him one more time before stalking him and as Deadeye gets to his feet Joey connects with a standing dropkick before taunting the crowd this time.

Joe Aiello: This guy wants to stop worrying about other people and stop taking Deadeye so lightly or it will come back to haunt him.

Jeremy Piven: Nothing wrong with a bit of confidence Joe, look at me and i'm ok.

Joe Aiello: Hmmm.

Deadeye gets up once again to a vertical base with Joey distracted by this New York crowd who begin chanting "YOU SUCK... YOU SUCK". Deadeye hits his own dropkick to the back of Orsome sending him through the ring ropes to the delight of the crowd. Deadeye follows him out and grabs his hair and throws Joey straight over the barricade and into the front row of the crowd.

Jeremy Piven: HERE WE GO AGAIN BABY!!! EWC!!!!

Deadeye then turns his attention to under the ring, most likely after a weapon, only for Bel to tap him on his shoulder. Deadeye turns around and Bel hands him a barbed wire bat and smiles. Deadeye laughs and the crowd get on their feet in excitement.

Joe Aiello: HOLY SHIT, don't do anything stupid Deadeye.

Jeremy Piven: GET HIM IN THE NUTS!!!!

Bel backs of leaving Deadeye focusing on Joey Orsome who just gets to his feet mixed in with the crowd who quickly shuffle to either side getting out of the way of the one eyed man with a bat covered in barbed wire. Joey looks up to see him with said weapon in hand and a worried look covers his face. Joey begins walking away into the crowd only for Deadeye to quickly climb the barricade and chase. With Joey struggling to get through the New Yorkers Deadeye catches him at the exit double doors. Joey ducks Deadeye's first attempt at a wired home run.

Jeremy Piven: Swing and a miss Joe.

Joey then grabs a plastic trash can and throws it Deadeye's way, but he simply bats it out of the way, Joey runs through the double doors and round the corner into the corridor, Deadeye goes to follow only for then one of the doors getting slammed into him.

Joe Aiello: Brilliant from Orsome, very smart.

Jeremy Piven: Deadeye walked into that one Joe.

Joe Aiello: ... No he didn't.

Orsome begins beating down on Deadeye still at the double doors where the fans exit the arena, Orsome then looks round and picks up the bat and goes to hit Deadeye who's on the floor, but he rolls out of the way. Joey swings it Deadeye's way only for him to duck and they start moving back towards the ring with fans squashing themselves to make sure their clear of the action. Deadeye backs himself up against the barricade and joey goes for a massive swing with the bat and Deadeye ducks and back body drops Joey over the barricade and back to ringside. Deadeye grabs a steel chair from under the ring and whacks Orsome across the back with it before throwing it down, he then goes under the ring again and pulls out a kendo stick to the pleasure of the hardcore fans. Joey gets back up to one knee only for Deadeye to hit him across the mid section with the kendo stick and joey grabs his stomach in pain. Bel walks around the ring to get a closer look of the action with a pleasing looking expression on his face. Deadeye pulls Joey up by the hair and rolls him back into the ring, he slides back in himself with the kendo stick in hand and hits Joey across the back with it, he hooks his leg and goes for a pin.
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Joey kicks out before the count of three. Deadeye doesn't wait another moment before getting right back to work on Joey and hits a German suplex on him bridging and holding on for another pin.
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Another kick out after two from Orsome.

Joe Aiello: Deadeye's taking it to Joey Orsome right now, i don't know how much longer he can with stand a beating like this.

Jeremy Piven: The kids tough, he aint out of this one yet.

Deadeye goes over to the turnbuckle and begins to rip off the turnbuckle cover, exposing a metal ring.

Jeremy Piven: Things are about to get serious Joe.

Deadeye grabs yet another handful of Joey's hair and goes to send him head first into the exposed turnbuckle, but Joey manages to counter excellently by sticking his foot against the turnbuckle and hitting Deadeye with an enziguri. Both men are down and Bel tries to urge Deadeye on along with the fans and both men get to thier feet at the same time and begin trading blows. Joey kicks Deadeye in the mid section and slams Deadeye with a DDT. He goes for a cover.
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Shoulder up at the last second by Deadeye to the relief of Bel Biggz at ringside. Joey goes for and locks in a sharpshooter on Deadeye... the ref asks Deadeye if he wants to submit, but Deadeye holds on. Joey intensifies the move as Deadeye claws himself towards the bottom rope as the referee reminds him there is no rope break. Bel looks worried at ringside and Deadeye has no choice.





But then out of nowhere he manages to roll out of the hold and Joey looks pissed off and goes to pick up the kendo stick only for Bel to quickly stretch under the bottom rope and grab it away from him. Joey argues with Bel and Deadeye catches Joey with a low blow from behind.

Joe Aiello: Of course that's perfectly legal.

Jeremy Piven: OOOOH tough to watch, i hope he's had kids already Joe.

Deadeye exits the ring and looks under the ring once again and pulls out a barbed wire board, you can hear the expense from the crowd as he slides it under the bottom rope. He slides back into the ring and puts the barbed wire board down in the middle of the ring, Joey's just getting up still in agony from the low blow and Deadeye goes to slam Joey onto the board with a spinebuster, but Joey blocks it and throws Deadeye over the top rope with a belly to belly throw straight on top of Bel taking both men out.

Jeremy Piven: SHIT! What a move from Joey Orsome, it's a matter of wrong place, wrong time for Bel Biggz.

Joe Aiello: Certainly is and don't forget we'll see Bel down here again later tonight when he faces off one on one with Frank Sabol who will make his in ring debut tonight.

Joey climbs out of the ring and lands several right hands on Deadeye before whipping him into the steel steps with authority. A ferocious Joey Orsome then mounts Deadeye and really lays into him hard before rolling him back into the ring. Joey then looks down on the floor and spots the barbed wire bat that Deadeye had tried to use earlier in the match, he picks it up with a devilish smirk on his face and slides back into the ring. Joey stalks Deadeye and as Deadeye turns around goes to hit him across the head with the barbed wire bat, but Deadeye hits a superb counter and with a modified piledriver (Hooking Joey around the waist side on like setting up a side on powerbomb... lifting him quickly into a piledriver and jumping onto the barbed wire) on Joey right onto the barbed wire board sending Joey Orsome into a shaking wreck laid out on the board while also catching himself on the wire.

Joe Aiello: HOLY FUCK.... WHAT A MOVE FROM DEADEYE PROTEUS.... I don't think i've ever seen a piledriver hit like that before.

Jeremy Piven: Amazing, he literally jumped onto the wire board hitting a piledriver on Joey onto it.

Deadeye can't make an immediate cover on Joey and the ref begins to try and help Joey out of the barbed wire, meanwhile Bel can't believe what he is seeing inside the ring. Deadeye strugglles over to Joey and pushes the ref out of the way and carefully attempts a weak cover on Joey trying not to get caught up in the barbed wire. He gets the cover and the referee reluctantly begins to count.

Jeremy Piven: It's all over!

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Amazingly Joey gets a shoulder up at the last minute scratching his arm and shoulder in the process and Deadeye and Bel cannot believe it. The crowd are beginning to chant.... "THIS IS AWESOME... THIS IS AWESOME". Then they change to an "EWC...EWC...EWC" chant. Deadeye looks at Bel in amazement and Deadeye with no care of Joey's welfare pulls him out of the barbed wire board and goes for The Eraser II, but Joey counters with a small package suprising Deadeye.
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Kick out by Deadeye to the relief of himself and a bloody bodied Joey is gutted. Deadeye is up first and whips Joey into the turnbuckle, Deadeye climbs the second rope and begins punching Joey. The crowd count with him.
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Joey though at eight musters up the energy to powerbomb Deadeye hard down onto the mat, Joey falls onto Deadeye and the ref counts.
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Deadeye gets the shoulder up.

Joe Aiello: What a match... Joey is literally bleeding from several places on his body after going onto the barbed wire board earlier and even Deadeye has cuts on his arm.

Jeremy Piven: It's HARDCORE baby, i bet somewhere in the back Shadow Man is watching on proudly as he prepares for a bloodbath match later on tonight.

Joe Aiello: Maybe he'll fish out the barbed wire board as well.

Joey attempts another sharpshooter on Deadeye but can't quite turn him over and Deadeye counters and Joey gets hung up on the second rope, Deadeye begins choking Joey with the second rope and the referee can't stop it. Deadeye releases and once again goes for The Eraser II and nails it on Orsome. He hooks the leg.
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Shoulder up by Joey Orsome.
Jeremy Piven: UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!!!

Joe Aiello: How did Joey kick out of that, the kids got guts and amazing stubborness.

Deadeye can't believe it and signals to Bel and the crowd that he's finishing it, he gives a little kick to the side of Joey to stir him and picks up the barbed wire bat and stalks Joey who can barely get to his knees and out of nowhere two men, one from either side of the arena storm through the crowd and get either side of Bel Biggz at ringside, it's Adam Stryker and Mike Tomkins who make up the tag team Bad Attitude. There also donning PWX t-shirts another wrestling federation. Tomkins grabs the kendo stick from the floor and Stryker goes to attack Bel and Tomkins comes in from behind and hits Bel across the back with it before hitting him repeatedly on his left leg. Deadeye turns after hearing the up roar from the crowd and sees Bad Attitude taking it to Bel, Stryker quickly pulls a 'PWX' t-shirt out of his jeans and covers Bel in it before splitting back into the crowd as Deadeye chases them. Deadeye checks over his partner at ringside with Joey still reeling in the ring.

Joe Aiello: I can't believe what we've just seen, We have only just seen Bad Attitude in tag team action, i really didn't see this coming. Have they even met The Cartel before?!

Jeremy Piven: There trying to make a name for themselves Joe, i love it... The Cartel owon a tag team match in the main event of Monday Night Brawl's 400th epidsode and they've come here to take them out and make an impact.

Deadeye slides back into the ring and looks over the ropes at Bel who is clutching his lower back, he turns round and out of nowhere Joey Orsome connects with the side of Deadeyes head with the barbed wire bat, flooring him.

Joe Aiello: OH MY GOD!

Jeremy Piven: PAY BACKS A BITCH FOR DEADEYE!

Joey literally falls on Deadeye with barely any energy himself and gets a cover. The ref counts.
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Neither Joey or Deadeye move after the bell rings and Bel Biggz is still down outside of the ring as 'Bring me the Horizon' plays throughout the arena again.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall... JOEY ORSOME!!!

Winner: Joey Orsome

Joe Aiello: He's done it, a battered Joey Orsome has somehow managed to get an incredible victory over Deadeye Proteus albeit with a huge bit of help from Bad Attitude.

Jeremy Piven: It was nothing to do with Bad Attitude Joe, they didn't attack Deadeye, they didn't touch him.

Joe Aiello: Oh give me a break, they knew exactly what they were doing. It's like a car wreck out here as we can see the trainers checking both Joey and Deadeye out in the ring. It looks like Bad Attitude who won their debut match earlier tonight are representing PWX.

Bel begins to get to his feet with a seriously pissed off expression on his face, still clutching his back and in the ring the ref holds Joey's arm in the air for a second before he pulls it from the refs hand and holds his neck with it. Bel helps Deadeye out of the ring and they make their way up to the ramp to the backstage area. Joey Orsome stands in the ring as the excitement of the match dies down. The battle was brutal. He turns toward the aisle and reaches for the ropes to make his exit when the house lights cut out.  The crowd rises from theirs seats and coo with anticipation.


Aiello: Well, what is this?!


Piven: This happened during the last Brawl when Orsome was coming to the ring!


The massive screen over the stage area lights up with Joey Orsome's name, and from the glow the cameras see him step back from the ropes toward the middle of the ring. Joey's name fades into the darkness, but is quickly replaced with:

WE'RE NOT FINISHED

The words fade back to black and then the entire arena is assaulted with a barrage of old footage of Orsome falling, taking disgusting bumps, crying out in pain, bleeding, losing matches, acting frustrated, walking out of the arena with his head hanging in shame, all while Killswitch Engage's "In Due Time" plays.

Orsome, doesn't know quite what to make of this as he looks out over the crowd, looks over at the announcer's table, toward the time keeper's table, and then back toward the screen. The footage and the music stop, plunging the crowd back into darkness. The footage cuts to Joey Orsome's first promo for his match with King Flip two weeks ago on Brawl's returning episode.  In the video, he's still eyeing the press standing in his rose garden.

Orsome: ...no one is currently good enough to stand in my way...

The audio of Orsome's voice is hollow and echoes as the footage slows and fades to black.

The footage cuts to a small girl in a white dress moving back and forth in the breeze on a swing hanging from an old tree. The scene jump cuts and she's standing with her back to the camera just on the right side of the shot.  It jump cuts again as she skips from the center of the shot and out of frame to the left.  The frame holds long enough to see the tree start to fall over, but somehow the tree is now a plastic toy tree on a model set.  The scene cuts to black as a girl's playful giggle echoes throughout the arena, and then she speaks.

Girl: He's coming. He's coming. The Second Coming is on his way and he's more Orsome than you...

The girl giggles again before she whispers.

Girl: The two of you aren't finished, but when he's done with you, it is you that will be finished...

THE SECOND COMING

Those three words burn through the darkness of the arena as the audience begins to buzz with excitement. There's movement up on the stage area, but no one can quite make it out. The words on the screen fade, oozing the crowd back into the bleak.  The entire arena falls silent as the house lights cut back up, and there on the stage area is the little girl from the video. She stands at the top of the ramp looking silently at Orsome, who is now standing against the ropes, looking at the girl in confusion. 

She then points with her arm straight out at Orsome, and then with her other hand slowly moves so that her finger drags across her throat.  The crowd murmurs to itself as she drops her arms, smiles an evil little grin and skips off the stage to the back.

[MNB]

Match Six
Shane Borderland vs Nick Wadden

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been scheduled for one fall…

As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of "My Time to Shine" by Saliva blares through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms. (Randy Orton Style) then he jumps off the turnbuckle, but is obviously not right and hobbles a little due to his ankle injury.

Jessica Stroup: From San Diego, California… weighing in at 243 pounds…. “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland!

The arena goes dark as Get Up by Skrillex featuring Korn begins to blare. As the bass hits, Red, Gold and Green lights start flickering around the arena and WADDEN in big letters appear on the screen. Out from the back comes Nick Wadden with a hoody on. He's also wearing long black pants. it reads "Wadden" on the back of his hoody. Nick begins to walk down the ramp disregarding the crowd as he slides into the ring, removes his hoody and throws it over the top rope.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent… from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… weighing in at 249 pounds… “Mr. Legend” Nick Wadden!

Nick Wadden and Shane Borderland lock up in a grapple as the bell rings. Wadden puts Borderland in a headlock with aggressiveness. He puts pressure into the hold. Shane Borderland struggles to get out of the hole, pressing Wadden’s arms above him. Borderland kicks Wadden in the gut with brute aggression. Borderland pulls Wadden into an irish whip with speed and force and then Borderland has him up for a power slam in which Wadden slides out of. Wadden kicks Borderland in the gut harshly as he prepares for a suplex positioning. Wadden then hits Borderland with a vertical suplex, bringing him down with a massive force behind it. A smirk crawls on Wadden’s face a little while after.

Aiello: What a show of strength by Nick Wadden, forcing himself out of the powerslam and then hitting him with a vertical suplex.

Piven: I like both of these guys… and I think they could give us something to look forward to.

Wadden picks up Borderland by the head as he hits him with a devastating elbow directly to his face. Wadden then rebounds off of the ropes, hitting a big boot directly for Borderland’s head. The crowd roars with excitement but at the same time since they boo Wadden. Wadden yet again picks Borderland up, irish whipping him now. Wadden then catches him for a reverse STO, floating over for a moment. He then pulls Borderland right up on his feet. Wadden seems to be attempting to grab Borderland, Borderland hits a surprise dropkick directly to Wadden, dropping him on his rear end.

Aiello: It’s been pretty one sided up to here, maybe this is the turning point that Shane Borderland needs!

Piven: It was more of an ass raping to be honest Aiello, but hey, I guess that just makes you feel right at home.

Borderland picks up Wadden and hits a neckbreaker with massive impact. Wadden tries fighting back by grabbing the back of his neck as Borderland picks him up but Shane kicks him in the gut, and follows it up with a devastating DDT!

Aiello: WOW!!!! What an impact!

Piven: I’m calling it now, Wadden’s future kids will definitely end up with an extra chromosome

Aiello: How the hell do you sleep at night?

Piven: Ask your wife.

Aiello: . . . .

Borderland goes for the pin


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Wadden manages to somehow kick out. Borderland pulls him up by his head, but Wadden grabs Borderland and he hits a surprise power slam. Wadden gets back up as he picks Borderland back up by the head, and swiftly hits a Russian legsweep. Wadden then stands back up, and begins stomping on Borderland aggressively. The ref steps in and forces Wadden to back off, which drives him crazy. While they are arguing, it give Borderland time to start getting up. Wadden notices this and charges at Borderland. With unbelievable dexterity, Borderland gets to his feet, and drags Wadden over the top rope with him. Both men hit the deck hard, and the ref begins a double count out.

Aiello: They both hit the concrete with a sickening thud. This match has been far too good for it to end like this!

Piven: They’re giving it their all, true, but this is the EWC. Where’s the blood, where’s the gore?

The ref reaches a 7 count, and both men force themselves to their feet. They climb up on to the mat and start exchanging punches. The ref once again tries forcing them apart, but gets caught by both men, knocking him out cold!

Piven: About time someone put that prick in his place!

Aiello: You are a despicable human being!

Piven: Oh come on, he was holding these guys back. Now he’s out of the equation, I want these guys to really go at it.

Aiello: That’s what she said.

Piven: . . .

Wadden wastes no time in taking advantage, and kicks Borderland in the groin. There is a massive “OOOOHHHH” chant from the crowd as Borderland falls onto the mat, and writhes in agony. Wadden leaps off the mat, and quickly goes for a steel chair. He smashes it against the turnbuckle, and raises it high above his head, but Borderland somehow manages to roll out of the way, and the chair hits the floor with horrific impact, which stuns Wadden for a moment. Borderland wastes no time and launches a brutal drop kick straight to Wadden’s face. Wadden somehow manages to stay on his feet, but stumbles backwards. Borderland gets straight back to his feet, and launches another dropkick, but this time Wadden has the piece of mind to swing the chair, which catches Borderland on his injured ankle.

Borderland writhes in pain on the floor, but Wadden doesn’t care, and swings the chair on Borderland’s ankle again. He lifts it for a third time, but the ref has come back round, and grabs the chair of Wadden, just in time.

Wadden screams in the ref’s face, which once again gives Borderland the chance to get to his feet. In a berserker rage, he locks his arms around Wadden’s neck, and squeezes with everything he has. Wadden is turning Blue, and the ref is trying his best to get Borderland to let go, but to no avail.

The ref signals for the bell, and calls for security to help break it up.

Aiello: HE’S KILLING HIM, FOR GOD SAKE, SOMEONE PUT AN END TO THIS!!!

Piven: I know I asked for violence and gore, but this is too much even for me.

Security rush down and eventually manage to prise Borderland’s arms from Wadden’s neck. Wadden immediately collapses, and is coughing up blood. Borderland is screaming in pain, but tries to attack Wadden again. Security start dragging Borderland away, while Wadden is obviously suffering from some sort of concussion. This doesn’t stop him however, and he starts swinging punches at the security guard, knocking several clean out. He pushes past another one and charges straight at Borderland, head first. Both men are busted open instantly, and blood is gushing down their faces, yet they STILL try to kill each other.

Wadden is pinned to the floor, but it takes 5 men to do it, while another 5 men drag Borderland up the ramp. When Borderland is finally taken back stage, they let Wadden up, but only to have him pass out in their arms. EWC medical staff rush to the scene and tend to Wadden’s injuries, while EWC - Tron shows Borderland on a stretcher being taken to the on hand ambulance. He is screaming in pain, and the gash on his head is horrific.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been declared a no contest.

Aiello: I know we are hardcore here in the EWC, but I’ve never seen to men so hell bent on hurting each as badly as that before.

Piven: Jesus, that was brutal.

[MNB]

Ace Heart is backstage, outside EWC General Manager Chris "BDC" Defoe's office.

Ace Heart: Ladies and gentlemen, I have received a text from BDC asking me to meet him here in regard to some big news. I don't know what it is, but good god am I excited!!!

The door opens, and BDC steps out, along with a behemoth of a man.

Ace Heart: By the power of Grayskull!!! BDC, 'tis a pleasure to see you again, and may I say you are wearing a lovely suit!

BDC: Yes Ace, you may.

Ace Heart: BDC, you are wearing a lovely suit!

BDC: Thank you Ace. Anyway, I've asked you here so that I can introduce this young man to the world. As you all know, I head up the EWC development territories, and I train all of the EWC potentials. What that means is that I get to evaluate and have a hand in crafting the future of this business. So, without further ado, may I introduce to you all, Xander "All The Rage" Kage!!!

Ace Heart: Merciful Zeus, what a specimen!!!

Xander Kage: Why thank you Ace, and before you ask, yes I do lift. Anyway, as BDC mentioned, I've been plying my trade in the minor circuits, and I believe I've finally earned the right to make my EWC debut. I have a lot to learn, and I am sure I will make many mistakes along the road, but hey, that's what life is all about isn't it.

BDC: Well said mate. As you may have heard from his accent, Kage is a fellow Welshman, so how could I refuse him a trial. That being said, he is here through merit and an unquestionable work ethic, so I look forward to see what he can do in his official debut, which will hopefully be on the next Monday Night Brawl.

Ace Heart: So, there's a little favouritism here then BDC?

BDC: Not at all Ace. I work with dozens of rookies, and each of them are at a certain level of readiness. Like I said, Xander has earned this right through hard work, and I believe hard work should be repaid. I'll sanction his debut, the rest is up to him.

Xander Kage: All I want is the chance to prove myself. I am starting at the bottom as a no body, and I want to earn the right to climb the ranks in the EWC. If it takes 10 years then it takes 10 years, but I promise you all that I am more than ready for any obstacle that is put in my way.

BDC: Well said kid. Now before I go, I want to point out that under my new regime, the disgusting blood bath that was supposed to be a wrestling match between Borderland and Wadden will NEVER happen again. I wish them both a speedy recovery, but when I'm announced as the official Vice President of the EWC, both men will recieve a hefty fine, and possibly a ban.

Ace Heart: But, but, you can't do that BDC!!!

BDC: Good day Ace.

........

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!

A shotgun locking and loading is heard throughout the area as the lights flash like lightning. “Panic Station” by Muse begins to play as Frank Sabol and Mary Cyphers come out from the backstage area to a large ovation. The lights, now blue and yellow, highlight the crowd, who are all bouncing to the beat of the song. Sabol walks to the ring while touching the hands of all the fans who are reaching out to him. He walks up the ring steps, followed by Cyphers. He turns and holds the ropes open for his girlfriend as Mary enters the ring. Frank hops over the top rope and walks over to the turnbuckle. He climbs it and spreads his arms out wide as the crowd begins to chant “SA-BOL! SA-BOL!”. The Sin City Shotgun smiles and climbs down from the turnbuckle. He kisses Mary Cyphers on the cheek and takes a lap around the ring with his arm spread wide. He walks over to the side and opens up the ropes to let his girlfriend out of the ring. He chats with the referee for a moment before checking the ropes. His music and lights slowly begin to fade back to normal as he prepares for his upcoming match.

Stroup: From Las Vegas, Nevada… Weighing 230 pounds… “Sin City Shotgun” Frank Sabol!

Giorgio Moroder's "The World Is Mine" takes over the PA system. Bel saunters out to the ring methodically, focused on one thing, the match. No smiles, no high fives, and no pandering to the people. He seems to be in a trance like state as he walks up the steel steps onto the apron. Emotion, euphoria, happens when he touches the ring ropes and enters the squared circle.

Stroup: From Las Vegas, Nevada…. Weighing in at 220 pounds… Bel Biggz!


The bell rings and the two fan favorites circle each other. They lock up. Sabol transitions into a side headlock. Bel struggles for a moment and then pushes Sabol into the ropes. Sabol comes off and hits a shoulder tackle that knocks Bel flat. Sabol roles Bel onto his stomach and goes back into a side headlock. Both Deadeye and Mary Cyphers look on as Sabol wrenches the hold. Bel slowly gets to his knees and elbows Sabol in the ribs once, twice, three times and breaks the hold. Bel staggers away instead of going on the offense and Sabol charges at him and plants Bel with a STO! He covers Bel quickly…

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Bel barely gets his shoulder up.

Joe Ariello: Wow, Sabol almost won it in the first minute there. Bel looks lost in there. Last week, he held his own.

Jeremy Piven: And he had Deadeye carrying his carcass. I have a feeling this guy is a scrub.

Sabol pulls Bel to his feet and whips Biggz into the corner. Bel’s back slams into the turnbuckle hard but he walks out. Frank gets some momentum and then whips Biggz into the other corner, runs, and slams his knees into Bel’s chest with amazing velocity.

Joe Ariello: He calls that the Shotgun Knees!

Bel collapses holding his chest and Sabol covers again…


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Biggz has enough ring presence or perhaps even accidently has his foot under the ring rope. Earl Hebner sees it nonetheless and calls off the pin.

Jeremy Piven: He’s a bum, I told you, he’s a bum!!

Joe Ariello: Maybe the chat with General Manager BDC is taking his effect. Maybe last week was a flash in a pan. I don’t know … Sabol though is putting on a clinic here tonight.

Despite that, Sabol slaps the mat in frustration because he’s been barely touched. He pulls Bel up and takes him over with a snap suplex. He looks at Cypher and asks if she liked that move and she concurs. Deadeye watches on stoically as if this were the game plan all along. Sabol goes to the top rope and beckons for Bel to stand and he does very wobbly. Sabol jumps off the top rope and crashes into him with a diving cross body but his momentum carries him too far and Bel is suddenly pinning him!!

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Frank quickly pushes Bel off of him. He drops a knee over the back of Bel’s head and steps away from his opponent. The crowd, the referee, and Sabol are all quizzical at how this match is even continuing. Bel slowly gets back to his feet and almost like he’s been in it the whole time, he calls for Sabol to fight him.

Joe Ariello: I’m not sure what to think about this. Sabol can’t seem to put it away despite being the dominant performer here.

Sabol obliges by knocking Bel against the ropes with a right hand. Bel stumbles forward and Sabol goes for another suplex variant but we never know what it is because Bel drags Sabol down into a small package.

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Sabol breaks free and shakes his head. He looks at Bel who has rolled to his hands and knees and kicks him in the ribs and the older man collapses. He rolls Bel over and tries Lock n’ Load this match with the reverse figure 4 leg lock … but Bel grabs onto the ropes and kicks free. Biggz gets to his feet but is cut off by Sabol with a knee to the midsection. He puts Bel on his shoulders easily …

Joe Ariello: He couldn’t finish with the submission so now he wants knock Bel out with The Recoil.

Jeremy Piven: Send this loser packing, Sabol. And send that little lady over here next.

Bel resists on top of Sabol’s shoulders as Frank goes for the Recoil, elbows him in the side of the jaw, and slips behind him. As he falls, he pulls Sabol down into a school boy pin. Hebner looks for the pin and doesn’t see Bel slyly grabbing the second rope.

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THREE…

The winner of this match, Bel Biggz!!!

Joe Ariello: Whoa…Sabol just got caught. That almost seemed like a natural movement for Biggz. I don’t know how he did it, but he won.

Jeremy Piven: Sabol ain’t the winner I thought he was. I’m a winner. Tell that chick he’s with, I’m a winner. He sure ain’t.

Bel rolls out of the ring and collapses. Deadeye pulls Bel to his feet and as Mary consoles Sabol in the ring, the camera catches Bel responding to Sabol with a slight smirk and a wink.

We go to commercial.

[MNB]

>>> Commercial >>> Break >>>

MATCH EIGHT

BLOOD BATH MATCH

Shadow Man vs James Kash

Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl. Now up next we have the most anticipated return to Brawl... The return of Shadow Man.

Piven: Mac really pulled out all the stops with this one. I tip my hat to you Sir. Here we go!

Jessica Stroup: This match is a Blood Bath match. The winner of this match is the first man to make their opponent lose so much blood that they pass out. Coming to the ring first, hailing from Houston, Texas; Weighing in at 265 pounds. James Kash!

"Vilify" by Device hits the arena as Massive Green Pyro's erupt across the stage. James Kash steps out onto the stage ready for a fight. He stops before looking out into the crowd with smug and arrogance across his face. He slowly makes his way down the ramp and climbs into the ring.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent standing 6 foot 5 inches tall and weighing 245 pounds. Shadow Man!!

The lights in the arena slowly begin to dim as everyone in the arena quickly gets to their feet and begin to make some noise. "Invincible" by OK Go then begins to play over the Sound System as three strobe lights begin to pulse in the entrance way, fog then begins to rise from below the stage in front of the entrance.

The X-Treme Tron lights up counting down from 9 all the way to 1. It seems as though every single person is on their feet counting down the numbers. Once it gets to 0 large letters flash “IT'S SHOWTIME”.

An enormous uproar of cheers now blends out the blasting of "Invincible"! A few moments later Shadow Man walks from behind the wall of Fog onto the stage. He stands there for a few seconds with a smirk on his face and begins to point to the fans who are screaming the loudest.

Shadow then looks towards the camera with a cocky yet confident look on his face as he begins to walk down the ramp and towards the ring. On the way he makes silly faces into the camera. After waving at the fans while walking down the ramp Shadow runs and slides onto the ring apron on one knee and holding onto the middle Rope, Shadow gets to his feet and in a cocky manor steps threw the first and second Ropes.

He then gets into the ring and runs over to the corner and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle. He pats himself on the chest twice and then points to all the screaming fans. He then points to the sky and pumps his fist for Memphis Reigns! Shadow then jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around and leans in the corner and waits for the match to begin

Aiello: I couldn't be any more excited for this if I tried.

Piven: I think I may have wee'd a little.

The referee signals to the corner and the bell rings announcing the start of the match. Shadow Man comes away from the corner as James Kash walks side to side nervously. Shadow Man smirks clearly sensing the nerves from Kash. Shadow Man takes a quick step towards Kash causing him to jump backwards in fear. The crowd erupts with laughter.

Aiello: Shadow Man's just toying with him.

Piven: Did Kash just shit himself?

Kash is clearly annoyed with the crowds laughter because of Shadow Man's piss taking and takes a wild charge at him but Shadow Man steps to the side and sticks his foot out sending Kash head first into the second turn buckle. Kash lies on the floor holding his face while Shadow Man looks on disappointed in his opponents feeble attempt. He walks over to Kash and pulls him to his feet and connects with a swift upper cut sending Kash backwards into the corner. Shadow Man throws lefts and rights into the gut and face of Kash and follows it up with a big knee to Kash's midriff. Kash drops to the mat holding his ribs.

Aiello: He's making it look so easy.

Piven: Do you realize how much you are verbally sucking his dick? When you planning to propose?

Shadow Man doesn't let up on the pressure by stamping on Kash's left knee over and over. Kash let's out screams of pain. Shadow Man pulls Kash to his feet and hits a huge overhead belly to belly suplex. Shadow Man makes his way quickly over to Kash and drops down on top of him and viciously drives his right fist into the forehead of James Kash again and again.

Aiello: Shadow Man showing why he's the greatest Hardcore Champion we've seen here at the EWC. Relentless, brutal attacks with no remorse.

Piven: He's just doing what he does best. Beating the fuck out of people.

Shadow Man finishes his flurry of punches with a swift head-butt and finally busts Kash's head open as a small trickle of blood falls down his head. Shadow Man throws a couple more punches into the wound for good measure and then slides out of the ring and lifts the apron up. He searches around for a bit before he finally pulls out a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire! He rolls back into the ring but Kash is on his feet before he can fully roll in and is met by a fierce right boot to his head. Kash follows up with a knee to Shadow Mans temple which causes him to drop the barbed wire chair. Kash quickly grabs the chair and drives it into Shadow Mans back. And again. Shadow Man drops face first to the mat as a few gashes from the barbed wire begin to leak blood.

Aiello: Wow! Shadow Man bringing the chair into the ring and then Kash ends up capitalizing from it.

Piven: Nothing worse than your opponent using your own weapon against you.

Kash decides to pull Shadow Mans head up from the mat and places the chair under his face. He stands up and makes his way to the top rope. He launches himself off of the turnbuckle and drops his leg right across the back of Shadow Mans head. Shadow Man screams as his face gets pressed into the barbed wire. Kash smirks to himself and then makes his way outside the ring to look under the apron. He pulls out a steel chair and climbs back into the ring. He makes his way to Shadow Man and places the chair on top of Shadow Mans head; whose face is still pressed into the barbed wire chair. Kash then once again goes to the top rope and jumps off this time going for a splash but Shadow Man rolls away and brings the second chair with him as Kash lands belly first onto the barb-wire covered chair. He writhes around holding his stomach.

Aiello: What a crazy sequence of events!

Piven: That was scary for Shadow Man. Kash weights 265... he would have crushed his head.

Both men are down in the middle of the ring. They both now have blood covering half of their faces while Shadow Man has deep gashes in his back and Kash has a few small gashes on his stomach from his failed top rope splash. They both begin to get to their feet and immediately start exchanging blows. Each punch is deliberately aimed at the open wounds on each other’s faces trying to rip them open even more with each blow. Shadow Man gets the upper hand by kicking Kash in the mid riff quickly followed by a T-bone suplex.

Aiello: Shadow Man slowly clawing his way back and gaining control of this match.

Piven: I expect nothing less from him.

Shadow Man rolls under the bottom rope and reaches into the ring to pull Kash to the outside with him. He grabs him by the arm, swings him around 180 degrees and throws him into the steel post on the corner on the ring. James' head clatters into the post and he crashes to the floor. Shadow Man then walks over to the announce table, rips off the cover and then pulls the little monitors out one by one and throws them to the floor except for the last one. He holds it in hand and waits for Kash to get to his feet. Kash is slow to get up, the gash in his head bleeds even more profusely now as his face is covered in a crimson red carpet of blood. Kash turns around and Shadow Man steps forward and throws the monitor straight at his head. Kash once again collapses.

Aiello: What!? Did he just throw one of our monitors at his head!?

Piven: Is he dead? I'm pretty sure he's just killed him.

The referee walks over to Kash's body which is strewn with blood and tries to communicate with him but gets no answer. He holds up his arm and drops it.

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Aiello: If his arm drops three times that's it. It's over.

The referee again picks up Kash's arm and drops it as it just flops to the ground.

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The referee picks up Kash's arm for the third and final time and drops it...









Kash stops his arm from falling just short of the ground!

Piven: Nope, he's alive... just.

Shadow Man realises Kash is still in it so he quickly walks over to Kash and begins to stamp and kick him in his chest. He then reaches under the ring and pulls out a ladder but this isn't your ordinary ladder... this ladder is huge. Shadow Man just about manages to get the gargantuan ladder out from under the ring and struggles as he tries to push it into the ring. However while he struggles with the ladder Kash gets to his feet and grabs a steel chair from ringside and smashes it across Shadow Mans cut and battered back with authority. He immediately grabs his back in agony. Kash hits him again and causes Shadow Man to keel over the half-in ladder. Now with Shadow Man's top half led across the ladder Kash hit's him for a third and final time. The echo of the chair shot reverberates around the arena.

Aiello: This match has turned in a flash.

Piven: I will refrain from another terrible flash comment.

Kash pauses for a moment as if thinking what his next move should be. He glances under the ring, which has the apron still lifted up, and spots something. He goes over and pulls out a table. Kash pulls the legs out and sets the table to one side he makes his way to Shadow Man and places him on top of the announce table. He then decides to take the newly set up table and place it over the top of Shadow Man.

Aiello: Look out here. What is he thinking?

Piven: I don't know but I sure as hell am not staying here to get caught up in it.

Aiello: Good idea.

Joe and Jeremy move out of the way as Kash begins to set up the huge ladder in front of the announce table. Kash then proceeds to climb the ladder but is slow due to the amount of blood he has lost. Then suddenly out of nowhere a super-hot blonde girl dressed in a cheerleader style referee's outfit comes down the ramp wheeling in a table with a sign on it that reads "Cooking with Shadow Man". The table seems to have all the ingredients and apparatus needed for making tacos.

Aiello: Urm, someone mind explaining this?

Piven: It looks like it's from Shadow Man's cooking show?

This distracts James Kash as the girl wheels the table to the adjacent side of the ring. This distraction is enough to give Shadow Man time to recover as he is quick to get back on his feet and makes his way up the ladder after Kash. Kash does not realize Shadow Man is right below him and Shadow Man catches him with a fierce right hand to his kidneys. Shadow Man then turns around and puts his head up between Kash's legs setting him up for a power bomb. Kash tries to fight it but it's too late. Shadow Man pulls Kash away from the ladder and power bombs him through BOTH tables below!! "HOLY SHIT." and "THIS IS AWESOME" echo around the arena from the fans.

Aiello: Someone call the paramedics!! He could have broken his neck!

Piven: Fuck. Now where can I sit? Wait... What is Shadow Man doing?

The camera pans to reveal Shadow Man at his taco table making... tacos. He is stood chopping up tomato’s.

Aiello: Someone care to explain how a man can power bomb someone through two different tables and then just calmly walk over and begin making taco's like nothing’s happened? THERE'S A MAN IN THE WRECKAGE OF OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE AND HE'S MAKING TACO'S!?

Piven: I wonder how good his tacos actually are.

Aiello: Why doesn't that surprise me.

Shadow Man continues his bizarre antics as the Monday Night Brawl stand and watch with amazement. Meanwhile Kash begins to show signs of life as he tries desperately to claw his way out of the wreckage of the tables. He looks over and spots Shadow Man stood over a table with a knife in his hand dancing around while chopping up food. He slowly gets to his feet and holds his arms out in a "What the fuck" gesture. He gingerly walks over to the table and gets in Shadow Man's face but Shadow Man completely blanks him. This angers Kash as he spits blood red spit into Shadow Man's face. He looks up at Kash and smashes a tomato right in between his eyes. Shadow Man follows up with some swift rights and lefts before he kicks him in the gut and hit's Kash with The Shady Express.

Aiello: DAMN! As if getting hit in the face with a tomato wasn't enough. He then gets crushed with The Shady Express!

Piven: Waste of a tomato...

Shadow Man pulls a lifeless James Kash to his feet and slides him on to his cooking table as tomato's and taco shell's fly off the table. Shadow Man then wheels the table, accompanied by Kash, up the ramp to the entrance but not before grabbing two steel chairs, one wrapped in barbed wire again.

Aiello: What is he doing now? He can't win the match by wheeling him out of the arena?

Piven: Don't forget those chairs...

Shadow Man stops just outside the entrance and turns the table sideways. He then smashes the barbed wire chair into the chest of Kash and places it on top of his body also covering his face. Shadow Man then walks around the side of X-treme Tron and disappears out of view.

Aiello: Anyone else as confused as I am?

Suddenly Shadow Man appears at the top of the X-treme Tron with the second steel chair raised above his head. The crowd goes wild.

Aiello: IS HE CRAZY!? He must be forty feet high.

Piven: He definitely is going to kill Kash... and himself.

Shadow Man pumps the chair above his head starting a "SHA-DOW MAN" chant from the crowd. Then he launches himself off the top of the X-treme Tron and tucks the chair under his leg and lands right on top of Kash, crashing through the table!!! The crowd erupts with a "HOLY SHIT" chant.

Aiello: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!

Piven: FUCK!

The referee looks confused and doesn't know what to do. Suddenly from the wreckage of the table Shadow Man emerges rolling around holding his left shin and screaming in agony. The camera moves over and shows Kash lying in the middle of the table with a barbed wire chair resting over his face. The referee signals for the bell.

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match due to his opponent being unable to continue the fight, SHADOW MAN!!

WINNER: SHADOW MAN

Aiello: That was insane. I am lost for words. Someone seriously needs to get out here and help Kash.

Piven: Shadow Man looks in a serious amount of pain here Joe.

Shadow Man continues to roll around on the floor in agony. EMT's rush to the stage with stretchers and attend the two men. They begin to dis-assemble the carnage around Kash's body to place a neck brace onto him and get him onto the stretcher while a couple other's go over to Shadow Man but he pushes them away. He tries to get to his feet by himself but immediately collapses and grasps his leg again letting out another painful scream.

Aiello: This doesn't look good for Shadow Man.

Piven: He could have broken his leg from that fall.

Aiello: Sure looks like it. Let's see a replay.

The X-treme Tron shows a replay of the moment Shadow Man jumps off and lands onto Kash. As Shadow Man lands his leg hits the floor with extreme impact and he immediately clutches it.

Aiello: You can't see it clearly but I am certain from that height he may well have broken his leg.

Piven: He won't accept medical help though.

Shadow Man again tries to get to his feet but he again straight away flops to the ground holding his leg. The EMT's decide enough is enough and bring the stretcher over to Shadow Man and begin to strap him in. On the other side of the entrance ramp Kash has been strapped in also with a neck brace and gets wheeled through the curtain. The EMT's secure Shadow Man's injured leg and follow the stretcher of Kash. Shadow Man raises his hand and sticks his thumb up gesturing to the Monday Night Brawl fans as they cheer and applaud him off stage.

Aiello: What an absolutely crazy match we have just seen Jeremy.

Piven: I know right? I mean he was making tacos in the middle of a match and didn't offer me anything? CRAZY.

Aiello: Anyway... we will be back with tonight’s Main Event just after this commercial break.

[MNB]

Just before the Main Event begins, the camera cuts on and the fans of EWC are going nuts. The action from the 401st Brawl show is sure to blame for the excitement. The camera pans the audience to give the at home fans a chance to understand the emotion that flows through the arena. After 10 seconds the camera settles on Aiello and Piven.~~

We are back. It has been an exciting show so far.

What would you expect, it's Brawl.

All I am saying is there more to see. Who knows what we will witness nex...

~~The sounds of dogs barking and fighting fill the arena. Aiello and Piven start looking around.~~

What the hell is that?

~~The titantron brightens up as the dog sounds leave the arena. White tile floor fills the screen. The camera begins to slowly move forward showing more tiles. The sound of running water enters the ears of the fans. The camera stops upon some black material on the tiles. The camera starts to pan up and focus on the black material. Looks like a pair of black boots that are a little covered with blue. The camera begins to follow the blue pattern up. It travels a little ways up and shows what could be considered two back pockets. The camera then continues up as it focuses on another black material. As the camera continues the investigation , the camera spots some white stitching on the black material. The camera zooms out and the white stitching makes up the words "DawgPound". The camera continues up from the stitching. The camera sees some white skin and some dark hair on what can be made out as the back of someone's head. Suddenly the man tilts and peers his head over his right shoulder. With big , blue eyes, stares in the camera.~~

I'll be with you in a minute.

~~The man smirks and then turns back to what he was doing. He puts his head back slightly as his left hand raises with a beer bottle held tightly by the neck of the bottle. He puts the bottle near his mouth and a yellowish liquid flows out for about 5 seconds. He lowers his left hand. Now the running water seems to be more of a drip. The camera zooms out to get the whole body in frame. He seems to be standing between two beigeish walls. The drip sound stops, the man kind of juggles up and down a couple of times and the drip can no longer be heard.~~

*ZIP*

~~The man turns around, looking down at his zipper. He lifts his head and without knowing, poses for the camera. He has a black cut on his upper body and no shirt. Still holding the bottle with his left hand, he raises it up one more time. This time, nothing comes out when he puts the bottle near his mouth. He jiggles the bottle a couple of times and still nothing. He lowers the bottle and walks across the camera's vision to the left. The man stops in front of a white sink and a clear mirror. He places the bottle down on the sink and looks in the mirror. He notices the camera and smirks again before speaking.~~

Don't you hate when that happens? The beer running out is one of the worst feelings out there. Time for another.

~~The man turns around and makes his way to the camera's left. He walks to the brown door and looks at the sign.~~

*Employees must wash their hands.*

~~The man chuckles a little bit. He lifts his right hand toward his mouth, spits into his hand, and then uses that hand to open the door. He starts making his way from the bathroom and stops when get gets to the end of the short hallway. He puts his head down, shakes it a couple of times and picks it back up. With his left hand, he motions for the camera to come around to his left. The camera moves with the man on the right and a line of people in front of a sign that reads, "BEER". The man leans up against the small piece of wall and puts his right leg up on the wall. He looks over at the camera.~~

I bet if I was one of those other guys in the back room, I could walk right up and get a beer no problem. Right now, none of these people know me, they don't recognize me. Hell, I was able to take a piss and there wasn't someone in there wanting my autograph or yelling at me cause I bet their favorite wrestler up. I was actually able to take a piss in silence.

These fans remind me of the roster here at EWC. Just like the other boys in the back, they don't know me from some hole in the ground. I am just the new kid to them. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining about the boys. I like them not knowing, it makes for some great chaos when the times comes.

But right now I want a beer and there is no way I am standing in that line to get one. So the question becomes, how do I get to the front of the line?

~~The man looks toward the ground, lowers his foot down, stands straight up, shrugs, does one of those half face grins with the stupid little noise and then looks at the camera. ~~

Guess I will just have to get noticed!

~~As the man finishes the sentence, a security guard walks by. The man puts his left arm around the security guard and they both start walking up to the beer booth talking about something that the camera cannot make out. The man seems to be leading the walk as the two walk around the line and right next to the both. The man steps back, grabs the security guard's collar with both hands, and then throws the guard over the booth.

The crowd reacts to the display. Some of the crowd starts screaming, running for cover. Some of the crowd is now cheering the violent action. The rest of the crowd is standing in dead silence with a confused look on their faces. The man grabs a beer with his right hand from the booth and starts making his way back to the camera.

As the man get a quarter of the way back, the titantron goes black for a second. It returns but now the man seems to be moving in slow motion and a heart beat can be heard over the P.A System. The man is now about half way back when the titantron goes black for another second. It cuts back on and still moving in slow motion, the man is still making his way to the camera but there are now a couple of security guards running up behind him. The man stops, lifts the beer in his right hand and takes a drink. The titantron goes black for another second. It lights back up as the man is lowering his beer, still in slow motion. He smirks at the camera while two security guards are jumping toward the man's back, in slow motion.

The titantron goes black for another second but this time the heartbeat stops. It cuts back on and at normal pace, the camera is zoomed in on the man's face which appears to be looking up. The man is still smirking. The camera zooms out and the man is lying on the ground with his hands behind his back and two security guards holding him down. Two more are standing nearby, one with a taser out and the other with a baton. The two security guards holding the man down, get up and lift the man at the same time.

The security guards walk the man toward the camera and out of site, while he continued to smirk. The titantron then goes black yet again. After two seconds, a message appears on the screen,

Let the Chaos Begin!

The titantron then goes black after 15 seconds. The cameras pan back to Aiello and Piven.~~

What the hell was that shit?

I am not sure what just happened. Was a message just sent to the guys in the back?

Yeah, the talent being hired is seriously the bottom of the barrel. That man has not even stepped in the ring yet, just one show, and has one arrest already. That is fantastic probability. My night is ruined. I can't believe I just had to set through that.

We will be right back.

[MNB]

 

Joe Aiello: It's about that time ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our main event of the evening.

Jeremy Piven: It's been an incredibly exhilarating night, there's been some awesome and violent matches, i mean what about Shadow Man... I don't think we are going to see either of these men anytime soon.

Joe Aiello: They were both certainly not looking good out there.

The opening riff to "Let it Die" by Ozzy Osbourne echoes through the arena's speaker system as the lights dim. A few seconds pass before a golden light focuses on the top of the ramp. Standing there is a regal looking Sah'ta Thor who is wearing a white furred red satin kingly mantle with a matching crown (ala Lawler). In his right hand is a royal scepter studded with gems. The light takes on a reddish tinge as four women (Melfina, Briandea, Paige, and Colliette) dressed in varying colored corsets come out from the back and surround him. As the the lyrics start up the group starts down the ramp as the women dance around him. Once at the ring Thor hands the crown and scepter to the women before shrugging off the royal robes. Thor is now revealed to be standing in a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt with a golden pattern of the Seven Deadly Sins with the words Sin Incarnate in white. He pulls off his shirt revealing his scarred toned muscular upper body. He turns and starts pacing in the ring as he awaits his opponents.

Joe Aiello: Here's the impressive, yet strange Sah'ta Thor.

Jeremy Piven: If your talking about impressive wait until the next guy comes out.

"Bangarang" by Skrillex begins to play and there is a small wait as the song goes through its light intro before Jay walks out to the top of the ramp with pyrotechnics blasting on either side. Jay stops to check out the crowd and puts his hands on his hips and grins. As the song gets on Jay raises his arms up and starts to walk down the ramp. The first few steps pyros once again go off either side as he walks down. Jay turns with his arms spread out to the side in a "check me out" style, still smiling. Jay takes his time to get to the bottom. He then walks around the ring, still taking his time. Halfway around the ring he stops, he looks up at the ring and jumps onto the apron. He walks alongside the outside and stands on the second turnbuckle and puts his arms out shouting at the crowd that he is here. Jay then jumps over the ropes landing in the ring. He goes over to the opposite turnbuckle climbing to the second turnbuckle and repeating his pose from the other turnbuckle. After absorbing the atmosphere Jay gets down and looks across the ring at his opponent.

Jeremy Piven: He and Shadow Man are the only two former EWC champions on the roster... now that's impressive.

Joe Aiello: Let's head ove to the ring where Jessica Stroup is ready for the main event introductions.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall. First introducing the man standing to my left, from Unknown, weighing 175lbs....SAH'TA THOR!!!

Thor raises his arm to the fans who don't really respond how he would have liked with a former EWC champ in the other corner.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, standing in the corner to my right, from Devon, England, weighing 225lbs, 'The Elite' JAY CEE!!!

Jessica exits the ring and Jay Cee begins working the crowd into a frenzy for this main event and the two men square off from one another as the bell rings to officially start the match. They lock up in the middle of the ring and Jay forces Thor back into the corner and the ref calls for them to break. Jay once again looks to lock up with Thor who kicks Jay in the left knee. Thor quickly begins attacking Cee on his knee stomping it hard before locking it in a submission hold awkwardly. Cee is able to counter out of it rather quickly and both men get back up and face of in the middle of the ring again with Jay favouring his knee slightly. Jay goes for a clothesline on Thor who ducks and comes off the ropes and knocks Jay down with a flying shoulder tackle. Jay is up quickly and Thor knocks him down with a running high knee and starts hammering Jay's left knee once again with a stiff fist. Thor waits for Jay to get back up and hits a springboard dropkick and follows it up with an elbow drop and a quick cover.
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Kick out easily by Jay who is up just as quick as Thor and catches Thor with a clothesline this time. Jay doesn't let Thor get up and locks in a side headlock. Thor uses the ropes to send Jay across the ring releasing the headlock but Jay again grabs Thor on the way back with a side headlock. Jay then hits a russian leg sweep and goes for a cover himself.
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Another quick kick out this time by Sah'ta Thor. Jay continues to keep the pressure on Thor by locking in an arm bar, Thor then forward rolls therefore escaping the hold and jumps up onto the shoulders of Cee and hits a perfect hurricanrana. Jay gets up and Thor goes to whip Cee across the ring, but Cee reverses it sending Thor into the ropes, Cee ducks down for a back body drop, but Thor holds onto the ropes stopping himself and then springboards off the ropes and catches Cee in a tornado DDT. Thor hooks the leg.
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2...

Kick out after two by Jay Cee.

Joe Aiello: Well it's been a quick paced start to the match and pretty even so far.

Jeremy Piven: Sah'ta Thor has come up with some high flying moves already, Jay will have to stop that quick attack from Thor if he wants to win this main event.

Joe Aiello: I think that's the first sensible thing you've said all night Jeremy.

Jermey Piven: BOOBIES, FARTS, BOGEYS!!!

Joe Aiello: Oh lord, i sure hope BDC gets his role as Vice President.

Thor goes to lock in a pentagram choke on Jay who kicks Thor in the stomach while led on his back, Jay is then up and Thor connects with a standing dropkick. Thor then attempts to lock in a cross arm breaker on Jay who reaches desperately for the ropes and make it in time before Thor can lock it in 100% and the referee calls for Thor to back off. Jay gets up and Thor comes off the ropes and runs straight into a scoop powerslam from Cee. Cee gets a handful of Thor's hair and lifts Thor with a delayed vertical suplex, Cee goes for a cover.
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Kick out again by Thor. Cee stomps on Thor before whipping him into the turnbuckle, Cee then connects with a couple back elbows to the side of Thors head, he then whips Thor into the ropes and and catches him in a sleeper hold. Thor tries frantically to counter or escape it but Cee locks it in tight and Thor begins to fade.

Joe Aiello: Jay Cee's looking for a submission win here.

Thor manages to grab around the head of Cee and flip him over to escape the hold, then he hits a swinging neckbreaker on Cee before taking a second to recouperate. Thor goes back onto the attack and climbs to the second rope of the turnbuckle and lands a leg drop onto the back of the head of Cee as he's just getting up. Thor makes a cover.
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2..

Kick out by the former EWC champ Cee. The camera then cuts to backstage where Joey Orsome is stood watching the match on a monitor, it also plays on the EWCTron.

Joey Orsome: For fuck sake, i can't believe this guy is in the main event.

Shane Borderland walks up to Joey and begins watching the match as well.

Shane Borderland: What's up man?

Joey Orsome: It makes me sick, watching a guy like this in the main event, when we're stuck back here watching on a fucking monitor. It should be me out there, i'm who the fans want to see.

Shane Borderland: Tell me about it... you heard the rumors about his contract?

Joey Orsome: Don't even go there!

All of a sudden EMT's go rushing past with James Kash all bloodied on a stretcher heading towards the arena exits.

Shane Borderland: HOLY SHIT! You see the state of that dude.

Borderland & Orsome: SHADOW MAN!!!

The cameras cut back to the live action in the ring.

Jeremy Piven: Who are they talking about Joe?

Joe Aiello: Haven't a clue, one of these guys anyway.

Jeremy Piven: Talking of which Thor is looking in control right now.

Sah'ta Thor stalks Jay Cee as the packed out New Yorker crowd anticipate what's coming next. Cee gets up and Thor goes for the Olympic slam, but Cee counters and hits a German suplex on Thor. Cee this time begins to stalk Thor and Cee begins rowding the crowd up by clapping, they follow suit and Jay ready's himself, Thor makes it to his feet and Jay goes for it.

Jeremy Piven: ELITEMINATION!!!

Thor wriggles out of it and sunset flips Cee in the process and holds him in the cover.
1...


2...

Cee gets a shoulder up.

Joe Aiello: Amazing counter into a pinning combination by the impressive Sah'ta Thor. He can certainly go in the ring.

Sah'ta Thor whips Jay into the ropes and dropkicks Cee in his left knee. Thor then grabs Cee's foot while Cee is facing the mat and lifts his leg up and slams Jay's knee back down onto the mat. Thor heads over to the turnbuckle and unties the turnbuckle cover and throws it out the ring exposing the steel ring. The referee berates Thor threatning to disqualify him if he does anything with the exposed steel.

Jeremy Piven: Second time tonight Joe, Thor wants to end Cee's hope of a main event win tonight.

Thor stomps Jay's left knee before grabbing his left foot and dropping an elbow to the inside of his knee, he repeats this two more times and on the third locks in a hold twisting his knee inwards with Jay stretching for the ropes. Thor releases and punches his knee a couple of times. Thor pulls Cee up and goes to whip him into the exposed turnbuckle, but Jay stops him and belly to belly throws Thor. Jay goes straight to his knee grasping it trying to reduce the pain. He hobbles over to Thor and goes for a sharpshooter on Thor, he tries turning over Thor onto his front, but is forced to let go as his knee gives out. Thor takes advantage and back suplex's Jay and hooks his leg.
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2...


Kick out by Jay Cee.

Joe Aiello: Wow, Thor is really going after Jay's knee.

Jeremy Piven: He's come here with a game plan.

Thor whips Jay into the ropes, but Jay reverses it and Thor comes off the ropes and floats over Jay and this time does hit an Olympic slam. Instead of covering Jay he locks in a half boston crab, focusing back on the left knee. Jay writhes in pain, pulling himself towards the ropes, he stretches out and gets finger tips on the rope, before Thor pulls Jay away from them. The ref gets down and asks Jay, who attempts pulling himself back toward the rope again, but Thor sits down on Jay's back putting even more pressure on the knee.

Jeremy Piven: He's gunna tap! He has too!

Jay makes one final effort and finally gets a hold of the bottom rope and the ref begins a 5 count for Thor to release the hold.
1...
2...
3...
4...
Thor finally breaks the count, using all the five count to keep Jay in agony for as long as possible. Thor pulls Jay away from the rope and tries to lock in Stall and Disable, but Jay kicks him off and rolls out of the ring balancing on one leg using the apron to hold himself up as gets some distance between himself and the aggressor Thor. Thor doesn't leave it long before he exits the ring and goes after Jay who sees him coming and rolls back into the ring. Thor slides back in and Jay drops and elbow on the back of Thor's head. Jay after every movement goes back to his left knee, but has enough about himself to drop Thor with a spike DDT. Jay can't capatalize and drops into the turnbuckle as he pulls down his knee pad. He gives himself as much time as possible before Thor begins to stir and he sits up onto the top rope before jumping off the second rope and dropping a double axe handle on the back of Thors neck. Jay whips Thor into the turnbuckle and runs towards Thor, but Thor sticks out his foot right into the oncoming Jay on his injured knee and out of nowhere Thor hits REIGN OF BLOOD!!!

Jeremy Piven: What a move!

Joe Aiello: Has Thor got him, he's gone for the cover.

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2....




And Jay gets a shoulder up, right before the ref's hand landed for three. Thor complains to the referee that it was surely three, but he's having none of it and points to the badge on his ref's top. Thor gets in the ref's face before Jay pretty much shoves Thor into the referee knocking him to the floor with Jay falling back to the mat again as well. Thor looking annoyed starts violently attacking Jay's left knee yet again. He lifts him up, with Jay again balancing on one knee and Thor goes for PARASITE EVE, but Jay shoves Thor into the exposed turnbuckle and rolls him up, the referee turns to see a pin and still stunned begins to count.
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Thor struggles


3!
But to no avail and Jay steals one.

Joe Aiello: Did he get him?!

Jeremy Piven: He did.... i can't believe it, neither can Sah'ta Thor!

Jessica Stoup: Here is your winner by pinfall.... 'The Elite' JAY CEE!!!!!

Winner: 'The Elite' JAY CEE

Jay rolls out of the ring and drops down to his good knee, while favouring his injured left knee and just realises he's won the main event and a huge grin overcomes the pain of his knee and the referee exits the ring to raise his hand with Sah'ta Thor back in the ring wondering how he lost the match with a cut above his right eye where he met the exposed ring of the turnbuckle while "Bangarang" by Skrillex plays throughout the arena.

Joe Aiello: We just witnessed a brilliant main event, Sah'ta Thor really didn't see that one backfiring on him when he removed the turnbuckle cover earlier in the match.

Jeremy Piven: Thor should be announced the winner via disqualification, Jay Cee just cheated plain and simple.

Joe Aiello: What! Are you kidding me Jer... Thor removed the cover and Jay Cee didn't intentionly use the exposed ring.

Jeremy Piven: WAIT!!!!

Thor slides out of the ring and goes after a one legged Jay Cee who's sat on the rampway, Thor starts to beat down on Cee who can barely defend himself. Thor continues to work on the injured knee of Cee, stamping hard on the knee cap. All of a sudden, BDC limps out from behind the curtain, and motions for Xander Kage to rush out to ringside and intervene, by taking it to a bloody Sah'ta Thor.

Joe Aiello: Fair play, BDC promised this barbarity wouldn't continue under his new regime, Jay's obviously injured his knee after a full match of pressure on it from Thor. He's wanted to make himself known and what a way to do it.

Jeremy Piven: Shut up Joe, he has no business being out here, Thor was getting himself some revenge... Kage has no reason to be out here.

They exchange punches before Kage overpowers Thor backing him up to the ring. Thor then ducks a clothesline from Kage and jumps over the barricade and into the crowd away from Kage who doesn't take his eyes off him. Kage lends his hand to Jay Cee and pulls him up and raises Jay Cee's hand and "Bangarang" by Skrillex hits the PA system once more. BDC applauds both Jay Cee and Xander Kage as the crowd give a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as the show fades to black.

*END*

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