MNB "Affliction"

[MNB]

**-May, 27th, 2006-**
**-Madison Square Garden-**

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Streamers and flares set off throughout the arena. The “Garden” has been decorated from floor to ceiling with EWC banners, flags, posters, and random memorabilia. The audience is on the feet jamming to the music. The camera does a fly by through the audience and members do their best to get recognized. Hands are flying, tonsils are bleeding and the excitement in the room is unlike anything MNB has yet to see. Styles and Aiello have been nominated to commentate the first ever MNB PPV event.[/b]

Styles:[/u][/b] Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls. Friends of all shapes and sizes…are you ready for “Affliction?”

Aiello:[/u][/b] The wait is over folks…it’s time to order delivery and fill a cooler full of beer, place it beside your chair and prepare yourself for a night full of “Holy shits” and “Oh my god’s”.

Styles:[/u][/b] We have the best wrestlers MNB has to offer here tonight folks. Everyone that is anyone on Brawl will be a part of this show. The illustrious and well-known Madison Square Garden is filled from wall to wall with EWC fans. A record setting 20,000 some odd fans here tonight Aiello.

Aiello:[/u][/b] And you can damn well expect each and everyone of them to fill their shorts and have their socks knocked off.

Styles:[/u][/b] You said it Aiello…Our first order of business....

Through the entrance corridor steps referees Byron Heder, and Calleb Fallon. They stop at the top of the ramp and wave to the audience. They then continue down the ramp making their way to a section designated for EWC staff.[/b]

Styles:[/u][/b] Our very Byron Heder and Calleb Fallon will be refereeing our matches, and I’ll tell you what Aiello, these two guys have been in the middle of a lot drama since joining the staff of Monday Night Brawl.

Aiello:[/u][/b] It’s the cards your dealt when you become a ref Styles, those two men play em’ well, and they are two tough sons o’ bitches.

The lights dim and the microphones are cut off. Aiello and Styles look around wondering what is going on. Upon the titantron above the ramp pops in the face of Gene O’Brien. The Audience goes nuts…hoping for some exciting news. Gene is grinning from ear to ear and the camera steps back where we now see the head and torso of Gene O’Brien.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] Monday Night Brawl, Pay Per View, “Affliction”. I haven’t been here a full month yet and I’m already being rewarded with a prize such as this…hosting Brawls first ever Pay Per View.

The audience roars with approval.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] Styles…Aiello…don’t worry about the microphones they will come back on once I’ve stated my peace. I have some news for all you out there, some news for the guys in the back as well. If you will look to the left and right of entrance stage you will see some men…

About 15 to 20 men make their way from a side entrance and line up along the left and right side of the floor just below the entrance ramp. They are wearing black t-shirts with EWC labels. Most are well built, large men.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] These gentleman here will be assisting me during the show. If something gets out of hand, they will be the solution. I call them the “Protection Squad” they are here for the safety of everyone and the punishment of anyone that might need it. Very well then…I wash my hands of this…Styles? Aiello? Take her away boys…

The screen cuts to black, the lights come back on, and the microphones once again receive power. Styles and Aiello look at each other for a second before speaking..[/b]

Styles:[/u][/b] He has his way of doing things, not up to me to argue.

Aiello:[/u][/b] Are you kidding me, the asshole cut off our mics, that’s like taking the plunger away from the Plumber.

Styles:[/u][/b] That’s the way it goes Aiello, he makes the rules. Our first match tonight is no ordinary exhibition match. We have Mr. Punctuality himself, Ryan McGuinness, taking on the ever-proficient Goth. Now I don’t know about you Aiello, but my vote is going for McGuinness. His dues have been long over paid and this kid has become a fighter.

Aiello:[/u][/b] I don’t think so Styles…Ryan doesn’t stand a chance against Goth. These two men are pretty well matched in size, but Goth is the much better wrestler. You saw the way he took out Namok!

Styles:[/u][/b] It’s definitely a damn good way to start off a show. Tonight, Ryan McGuinness and Goth will be fighting for a Contender spot for the International Title, either winning by Submission, Knock out, or 3-count pin fall. It wasn’t stated on information charts Aiello, but this is a lumberjack match, there is no count outs.

Aiello:[/u][/b] I will say one thing about Gene, he never ceases to surprise me.

"Harvester of Sorrow" by Metallica begins to play quietly over the PA. The auditorium fades to theater black. Through the speaker system we hear something flying around the auditorium. We hear the wings getting louder and louder as it travels from speaker to speaker. Suddenly it comes to a stop down by the ring. When the noise stops a spotlight immediately flashes down on the screen. There in the center of the ring stands Goth; His arms out, his head high. The music comes to a closing.[/I][/b]

The lights dim and Ryan appears in the ring from no-were. He is face to face with Goth and the two are in a stare down. The audience is in shock of how quick McGuinness got in the ring. [/I][/b]

Aiello:[/u][/b] Holy shit…he came out of nowhere.

Styles:[/u][/b] It looks like Goth is a little shocked as well.

Goth takes a few steps back and props himself against the turnbuckle. Ryan stares him down for a moment and then does the same. The ring announcer makes his way to the center of the ring and introduces the wrestlers. The announcer leaves the ring and Ryan and Goth prepare themselves.[/b]

McGuinness gets a little overexcited and before the bell could actually ring he storms at Goth. Goth had taken off his trench coat and handed it to an official, while he was standing back up he found Ryan Charging at him. McGuinness clotheslines Goth and into the corner Goth is slammed. Ryan pulled Goth out off the turnbuckle and began working Goth over with a few left hooks and an uppercut that met the chin of Goth sending Goth fumbling backwards. Ryan capitalized by unleashing a power slam taking Goth to the mat hard. The match appeared to be dominated by McGuinness, until the winds of change blew in the favor of Goth. McGuinness stopped beating on the skull of Goth and went for the legs for a few moments. This gave Goth plenty of time to shake the blur out of his eyes and redirect himself. Goth proved he could out wrestle McGuinness by putting a standing McGuinness on his back with a leg sweep, followed by a leg lock. McGuinness was in pain…and so it continued through the match. Goth began working over Ryan’s leg, starting at the ankle and working up to the knee. The pain was evident as Ryan began to favor his leg by limping. Goth had done damage to the left leg, and as he picked up Ryan for a backdrop he quickly maneuvered to the right leg and began pulled at the knee. Ryan bellowed in pain and with a quick kick, caught Goth in the face sending him backwards. Goth caught himself and checked his face for bleeding. He looked at Ryan and shook his head, watching as Ryan used the ropes to get to his feet. Goth allowed Ryan to get to his feet and Ryan propped himself on the ropes. Goth laughed loudly and then ran towards Ryan and leaped for a splash. Ryan moved forward catching Goth by the lower torso and using Goths momentum Ryan flipped him over the ropes. Goth hit the floor hard and cupped his back in pain. McGuinness turned to see Goth cringed and with a quick hop he bounced over the ropes for a splash onto Goth. Goth managed to roll out of the way just in time, Ryan hit the floor belly first. The audience yelled out “Oooooh”. Goth got to his feet and began stomping at the leg of Ryan, doing his best to injure the kid. Goth grabbed Ryan by the hair, pulled him to his feet and pushed him under the bottom rope into the ring. Goth slid into the ring and once again pulled Ryan to his feet. Goth punched McGuinness in the gut and as Ryan bent over in pain Goth DDT’d McGuinness. Ryan lay on the mat, gassed, and in pain. Goth climbed to the top rope and flew out over the body of Ryan. The fall seemed to take forever as he fell with a loud “BOOM” onto the solar-plex of McGuinness. Goth raised Ryan’s leg and the ref slid in for the count…1…2….3!

Winner by Pin fall: Goth[/b][/u]

Goth exited the ring and made his way up the ramp. McGuinness climbed to his feet slowly with the aid of the ropes. He looked out over the audience and dropped his head in shame. He looked up towards the ramp and watched Goth exit through the corridor. Ryan shook his head and as he began to step through the ropes, the audience started chanting his name loudly. Ryan stopped, stood up, and looked around the arena. Hundreds, thousands of people, many holding McGuinness signs…people screaming his name at the top of their lungs. McGuinness tilted his head back and closed his eyes, slowly, completely; taking in everything the fans were giving him![/color]

[MNB]

The scene cuts back stage where you see Hurricane Jeff wearing black track pants with white stripes on the side along with a EwC T-shirt, the International title over his should, standing next to EwC Reporter Ace Heart.[/b]

Ace:[/u][/b] I am standing here with Hurricane Jeff, who later tonight will defend his International Title against Alexander Dreadnaught. Now before we talk about that match, I would like your thoughts of what went down on Brawl when you we’re attacked by the Nation.

Hurricane Jeff:[/u][/b] You know what, The Nation, a group that no one cared about in the past, a group that plans on making an impact by attacking people. They want to make names for themselves. They want to do it that way. Fine. It doesn’t bother me. Why, because everyone knows not to mess with Hurricane Jeff. They did, and when the time comes, they are going to pay for attacking me. They have the numbers, but I have the belt, and its not the first time I've been beat down by a group, and it won’t be the last, But like before, people forgot about the nation. People forgot it existed, and soon enough, it will be De-ja-Vu for the Nation.

Ace:[/u][/b] You picked up a hard earned victory against 8BALL and Rain, what are your thoughts about that match and about what 8BALL has been saying.

Hurricane Jeff:[/u][/b] I went out there and did exactly what I said I was going to do and that was win and show them why I am the champ. After the match, after I got beat down by the Nation, 8BALL decides to hit me with a trashcan. Well I hope it made him feel better, and hopefully he will stop crying about losing to the International and Undisputed champion. 8BALL, I know your listening, losing to me doesn’t make you bad, it just makes you like every body else. You want a shot at my International title, well you couldn’t get the job done on Brawl, you don’t deserve a shot, you deserve nothing. You want a shot, get in the back of the line, because there’s a long list of people who wants my title, and tonight, Dread is going to fail at his attempt to take it.

Ace:[/u][/b] Now tonight, you defend the title against dread, what are your feelings going into this match.

Hurricane Jeff:[/u][/b] I’ve never had a problem with Dreadnaught. We’ve watched each other’s backs with the Hostile Takeover, but one thing for sure, tonight, As much as I respect Dread, I will do what I have to do to win. I’m walking in the same way I’m walking out, and that’s as the EwC International champion. And everyone can like it or love it, and when it’s all said and done, Thru Howling Winds.... And Pouring Rain.... Dread Will Fear......THE HURRICANE!!!!!

HJ pushes the microphone out of his face and walks away. [/b]

Ace:[/u][/b] There you have it folks, from the mouth of the undisputed champion. He says he has no problems with the Jamaican Monster, I however believe Dread is approaching this differently. Alexander Dreadnaught...a man who has shadowed the wrestling industry with his size for many years. He enters the ring against the EWC's most decorated soldier. He enters as a Tag Team Champion, an Ex champion to several of the EWC titles, he enters as a new man, a Haydenist. Can he succeeded in stripping the International Title away from Hurricane Jeff? If I were you...I'd stick around and find out.

The scene opens inside Gene O’Brien’s office. Gene is yelling profanities into the telephone, his anger is written all over his face as well.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] What the *beep* do you mean he is locked up? Why the *beep* is he locked up?….Public Intoxication?! He was arrested, for public intoxication? You know…I pay you a lot of money to keep these guys out of trouble….I don’t give a s**t where he hit you….Are you listening to me? Fine…take care of it, other wise I’ll come down there and kick your a$$ myself….

The scene closes and cuts to Styles and Aiello.[/b]

Styles:[/u][/b] Ladies and Gentleman I just received word that Matt Matlock is not in the building...

Aiello:[/u][/b] No s**t Sherlock…didn’t you just see Gene’s face?.

Styles:[/u][/b] Just doing my job Aiello...Next up ladies and Gents, we have Sliver taking on the Behemoth Hellraiser. This aught to be one interesting match up.

Aiello:[/u][/b] Interesting? Are you joking…without a third guy to worry about; Sliver doesn’t stand a chance against Hellraiser. Sliver is about to be chopped up and turned into a milk shake.

The arena goes pitch black. Red fire pyro’s explode at the top of the entrance ramp. “Slow Chemical” by Finger Eleven hits the PA as Hellraiser walks out with a towel over his head. With an evil laugh he walks halfway down to the ring and looks around into the booing crowd. Hellraiser makes his to the ring, climbs inside and prepares for the bell.[/I]

Styles:[/u][/b] Six foot Eleven, 270 some odd pounds...that is one big man.

Aiello:[/u][/b] More like one big a$$ whooping if you ask me.

The lights flicker red. A small mushroom cloud explodes from in front of the entrance. Sliver walks out through the entrance way and through the cloud heading straight for the ring with a scowl on his face. Sliver slides into the ring, looks around at the crowd with no emotion. He begins to stare at Hellraiser.[/I]

Styles:[/u][/b] He’s looking fired up Aiello...

Aiello:[/u][/b] Doesn’t really matter…Hellraiser is immune to fire anyway.

Sliver waves with both hands towards the officials. He signals for one of them to bring him a microphone. The officials reply with a “No”. Sliver now irritated slides out of the ring and snatches the mic from the guy. He slaps him across the face and waves his finger in his face. Sliver then slides back into the ring. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a pamphlet of papers.

Sliver:[/u][/b] You see what this is ladies and gentleman. This is a Monday Night Brawl contract. This, is my lawyers copy. This is the piece of paper…the information…the documents that bind me to the EWC. Well guess what…

Sliver rips the papers in half. The audience gasps and Styles along with Aiello are shocked.

Sliver:[/u][/b] I’ve had enough of this s**t. Ever since Walker left Monday Night Brawl has gone to the narrows. Sliver, is no longer considered…

The audience begins to boo.

Sliver:[/u][/b] What? You boo me? You mean to tell me you think Gene O’Brien is a good general manager?

The “Protection Squad” has now surrounded the ring. Hellraiser is leaning into his turnbuckle watching Sliver make an a$$ of himself.

Sliver:[/u][/b] That’s fine…you take the side of your beloved GM. I won’t be a lackey anymore. He puts me in the ring against trash like Ryan McGuinness…he follows it up by putting me in the ring with three of the faction members of Haydenism. He gives me one of them as a tag partner and thinks that the match will work out. You must be joking…then…once again…I’m scheduled to wrestle in a three-way dance against two members of “The Nation”. What the hell his he thinking…

Sliver turns and finds Hellraiser staring down at him. Sliver drops the mic as Hellraiser grabs him by the throat and choke slams him to the mat. Sliver cups his back in pain. Hellraiser drops to one knee and begins choking Sliver. The “Protection Squad” storms the ring and it takes six men to pry the beast off Slivers throat. A few men escort Sliver to the back while the others do their best to hold Nightmare back.

Aiello:[/u][/b] I told you he’s a beast. *Laughs* Hellraiser don’t put up with anyone’s s**t.

Styles:[/u][/b] I guess he got tired of Sliver talking so much…decided to choke the rest of the words out of him.

Styles and Aiello begin to laugh. Styles quiets down and begins to listen closely to his earpiece.

Styles:[/u][/b] Well, that’s that folks, Sliver has left the building.

Winner by default: Hellraiser[/size]

[MNB]

The audience has calmed down. A short intermission has been allowed and the audience members are now making their way back to their seats. Suddenly the PA blasts full sound as “Master of Puppets” by Metallica begins to play. The audience is on there feet awaiting the arrival of Gene O’Brien. Gene has yet to address the audience personally, so the arena is full of excitement and tension.[/b]

Styles:[/u][/b] Here he comes...

Aiello:[/u][/b] Great…now what!

Gene steps through the corridor with his hands in the air waving to the audience. The audience responds with cheers and screams. Gene enters the ring and circles inside it a moment before addressing the crowed.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] So it would seem that Sliver would try his best to ruin my beloved show. But to no avail of course. Now, just like Jason Walker…he’s outside begging me to let him back in.

The audience laughs.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] Thankfully enough Hellraiser was in the ring to take out the slippery little Sliver. And for his work here in the ring, I am giving him the contender’s spot for the North American Title. So I thank you sir…hopefully you will do more with this opportunity then those before you. Now…shall we see some tag team action?

The audience cheers.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] Well that’s too bad…

Styles:[/u][/b] What?

Aiello:[/u][/b] Great, another speech!

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] Unfortunately enough for Orka…he is being detained…by the law. Apparently alcohol was more important to him tonight.

Aiello:[/u][/b] What? So what the hell happened to Matt Matlock then…

Styles:[/u][/b] I don’t know Aiello…they never said what happened to Matt, or anything for that matter.

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] That’s right folks. Orka is not here. So I have been in my office contemplating what I can do to fix the situation. And, well, there is only one thing I can do. I have to award Candy and Rain with the win.

Welcome to the Jungle by Guns n Roses hits the PA and out storms 8-Ball. He looks pissed and is speed walking to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and gets in Gene’s face. 8-Ball snatches the mic from Gene’s hand…

8-Ball:[/u][/b] That’s bullshit Gene, pure bullshit. Orka isn’t the only one who busted his ass in that ring. I’m the man who did all the work as it is, and you are awarding that sl*t and her boyfriend the win? Where the hell do you figure that is acceptable?

Gene reaches up towards his color and adjust something. He looks up towards the sound deck and nods. Gene begins to speak into the microphone pinned to his collar.

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] I figured something like this would happen 8-Ball. I know you deserve better you’re here everyday. But the fact of the matter is your team is one man short…and this is a tag match.

8-Ball:[/u][/b] Then get me another partner…

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] You don’t understand 8-ball, you are in a tournament. Your teammate leaves, you are out, there is no substitutions. Now…if you will excuse me…BRING EM OUT!

Candy and Rain step through the entrance with their hands high and the audience shaking their heads in shame. A few cheers but mostly disappointed faces. They make their way to the ring and climb inside. 8-Ball is pissed, storming around behind Gene.

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] Ladies and gentleman…your winners of the “Full Metal Open” Rain and Ca…….

The audience goes nuts as Matt Matlock sprints his way down the entrance ramp. He slides into the ring and begins pounding upon Candy. Rain comes to her aid and begins trading punches with Matt. Rain uppercuts Matt and follows with a sidewalk slam. He mounts Matt and begins punching him. Gene is calling for help but is soon stopped short by 8-Ball. 8-Ball back body drops Gene onto the mat and Gene is in pain. The audience gets louder as Jason Burgess runs down the ramp in his referee suit. He slides into the ring and comes to the aid of Gene O’Brien. Jason Burgess executes a tarantula DDT on 8-Ball and then helps Gene up. Rain has de-mounted Matt Matlock but is soon clotheslined over the top rope by Jason Burgess. Jason helps Matt up while Candy rolls out of the ring. Gene is pissed and doesn’t know what to think. The “Protection Squad” escorts the fired up 8-Ball into the back. Matt Matlock, Jason Burgess, and Gene O’Brien are in the ring, gassed, and somewhat shocked. Gene mutters something to Jason and Matt and the two men exit the ring and head up the ramp. Candy and Rain stand outside the ring. Gene then asks a few men to escort them to the back. Gene follows in behind Rain and Candy.

The scene cuts backstage and Rain, Candy, and Gene have just stepped through the corridor and are now backstage.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] Rain…Candy…I’m sorry about all of this…

Gene turns around and there stands Ebon, Dreadnaught, and Nathin Doe. Ebon is smiling at Gene. Gene is infuriated…glaring at the North American Champion.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] ………

Ebon:[/u][/b] No No Gene, don’t speak…I already know what you are going to say. But it’s just too bad your savior Blade won’t be here to save you.

Rain and Candy step up behind Gene. Dreadnaught begins to laugh.[/b]

Ebon:[/u][/b] Oh…what…Barbie and Ken to the rescue? This ought to be fun…

Ebon front kicks Gene in the nuts and down goes the GM. Dreadnaught grabs Candy by the hair and sends her up and back down onto the floor hard. Nathin Doe is now scuffling with Rain but is soon aided by Ebon and Dreadnaught. The Haydenists prove to be too much as they walk away laughing at Rain, Candy and Gene. Gene manages to get to his knees. He looks over at Candy and Candy isn’t moving. Gene grabs his walkie-talkie and calls for help. Rain is on his feet now cupping his stomach. He kneels beside Candy and checks her pulse. Soon some EMTs arrive and Carry Candy off. Rain and Gene stand there watching as she is being escorted out of the building on a stretcher.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] It wasn’t suppose to go down like this.

Rain:[/u][/b] She’s my friend Gene…you know there will be punishment don’t you?

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] You will get your chance Rain... I can promise you that much.

[MNB]

Blade is sitting in his locker room. The lights are off; the room is solely illuminated by one candle that sits upon the floor in front of Blade. Blade has his eyes closed and appears to be in some form of trance or possibly meditating. Blade murmurs something under his breath and then opens his eyes. He looks into the camera and then blows the candle out. The scene fades…[/b]

Aiello:[/u][/b] That is one scary dude.

Styles:[/u][/b] Just misunderstood Aiello.

Aiello:[/u][/b] I guess you could call it that.

Styles:[/u][/b] Ladies and Gentleman…It is that time. The North American Title is at stake.

Aiello:[/u][/b] This is a run over Styles...Ebon is going to make Blade tap faster then a drum line.

Styles:[/u][/b] I wouldn’t bet on it Aiello, Blade has been through stuff no doubt, but he wants this more than anything. We just might be looking at a new North American Champion.

The lights in the arena dim and change to a dark red color. Blood begins to ooze from several water machines, which are placed on the ramp way, which signal the arrival of Blade. The crowd goes quiet as the blood oozes, all of a sudden the lights go out and the cameras focus on the entranceway. Ten seconds go by and then BOOM, Pyro explodes and Blades entrance music begins to play. The EWC lights flicker on and off, as “Always” by Saliva plays to the crowd. Camera flashes go off all over the arena as Blade steps through the corridor into the arena. Blade walks calmly down the ramp and raises his arms in a victory pose as the crowd cheers for him. His cheeky grin can be seen from miles away as he is covered in camera flashes. He slowly climbs up the metal ring steps and enters the ring; he makes his way up to the closest turnbuckle and once again poses for the crowd. After 10 seconds he jumps down to the mat floor and poses for the opposite side. Pyro goes off from the ceiling of the arena; red fireworks go around in a circular motion as Blade shows off his muscles. He turns to face the side with the main EWC cameras and poses for one final time as the ring lights shine down on the ring. Blade takes off his clothing accessories and awaits Ebons arrival.[/I]

Styles:[/u][/b] The crowed appears to favor him tonight.

Aiello:[/u][/b] Does that guy look like a champion to you? I think not.

Styles:[/u][/b] I’d be careful if I were you Aiello, Blade just might take you on a tour of his dungeon….

Aiello:[/u][/b] His wha..his Dunge…shut up Styles.

Ebon enters bouncing to the beat of "Bullet With a Name" by Nonpoint and he’s very hyped up. His North American Title is strapped around his waist and Tesi walks out and plants a kiss on Ebon who after runs down to the ring and slides in under the ropes. He jumps a turnbuckle and plays to the crowd to a sea of boos from the fans. Ebon hops down off the turnbuckle and faces Blade. An official removes the belt from Ebon and exits the ring.[/I]

Ebon and Blade approach each other in the middle of the ring and lock up. Blade grabs Ebon in a headlock and squeezes while he yells out to the crowd. Ebon pushes him back to the ropes and launches him to the opposite side of the ring where he bounces off and comes back. Ebon catches Blade with a spinning heel kick and knocks him to the mat. He follows with an elbow drop and locks on an arm lock. Blade powers back and connects with two fists to the face. Blade elbows Ebon in the gut and catches him with a snap suplex. He drops him hard on the mat and picks him up immediately and throws him into the corner. He follows with an elbow and launches him to the opposite corner. He charges into the corner and leaps in the air with a knee, but misses and rams it into the turnbuckle. He grabs his leg and falls back. Ebon grabs Blade by the leg and drops a pair of elbows on it before applying a drop toehold. Blade holds on and grabs Ebon by the hair. He pulls him off and clubs him across the side of the head. Ebon stands up and takes a step back as Blade rolls away and gets to his feet, favoring his right knee. Ebon charges in, but is met with a spinning elbow. Blade drops him in a DDT and follows it with a pair of fist drops. He limps over to the top rope and slowly climbs. The crowd responds while he stands up and does a flying elbow back towards Ebon. He moves at the last second and Blade lands hard slamming his elbow hard on to the mat. He holds it as Ebon gets to his feet. He stalks an injured Blade and waits for him to get up. He struggles to get to one knee before Ebon grabs him and drops him with a chin breaker. He pulls him to his feet and DDT's him to the mat. As Blade lies in pain Ebon leans against the ropes and laughs. Ebon walks over and picks up Blade, but he explodes with a clothesline. Blade stumbles over to the corner and comes back with another clothesline. Ebon gets to his feet and Blade connects with a bulldog dropping him to the mat. Blade goes for a pin....

One....Two....Thrrrrrr Kick Out!!

Blade picks up Ebon and twists his arm in an armbar. He launches him to the ropes and Ebon returns with a drop kick to the knee he had worked over earlier in the match. Blade drops in pain. Ebon pulls him over the turnbuckle and slides outside the ring. He pulls his legs to the outside and wraps them around the ring post in a post figure four. The ref counts to four before Ebon releases the hold. The ref leans over the top rope and threatens Ebon so he walks back with his hands up. When the ref turns to check on Blade, Ebon grabs a chair and slams it into Blade’s' knee. The ref threatens to disqualify Ebon, so he drops the chair and moves back into the ring. Ebon pulls Blade away from the corner and applies a rear naked choke. Blade screams in pain as the ref asks to if he submits. Blade refuses and crawls to the corner. Blade reaches the ropes and Ebon releases the hold. Ebon steps back as Blade uses the ropes to get to a knee. Ebon picks up Blade and holds him in the corner. Ebon pulls on Blade attempting to whip him into the adjacent turnbuckle but Blade reverses and catches Ebon with a huge clothesline. Ebon is rocked and on the mat...Blade goes for the pin.

One....Two....Thrrrrrr Kick Out!!

Blade slaps the mat with frustration, then grabs Ebon by the hair and slams his head mat ten times as the crowd counts. He climbs the top rope and connects with a flying elbow, but rolls away in pain. Both combatants are on the mat as the ref counts them down

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...

Ebon uses the ropes to get to one foot, while Blade stands on one foot. He charges at Ebon, but is met with a boot to the gut. Ebon slams him down with a double arm DDT. He stands him up for the KTFO. He grabs Blade, but blade reverses it into a reverse DDT. He stands up, spits blood and takes Ebon in position for a power bomb. He lifts him up and slams him to the mat, but falls back himself. The ref shakes his head and rubs his face. He moves over to Blade and asks if he is able to continue. Blade assures him that he is all right, but the ref keeps on him insisting that he is ready to end the match. Blade grabs Ebon and attempts to lift him in position for a choke slam, but bumps him into the talking ref. The ref stumbles back while an annoyed Blade grabs the ref’s shirt to keep him from falling and warns him to stay back. Blade turns and is met with a spear from Ebon. Blade goes down and the two begin to tussle. Ebon locks blade into a triangle choke and Blade begins gasping. The ref raises his hand to call the match but looks back towards the entrance ramp and then lowers his hands abruptly. Ebon is yelling at the ref while Blade is struggling to get free. Ebon releases the hold and gets in the refs face. The ref backs up and Ebon turns his head towards the entrance ramp. Gene O’Brien is standing there laughing. Ebon is pissed. He approaches the ropes and is yelling at Gene. Blade manages to catch his breath and get to his feet. He runs up behind Ebon and lands an elbow to the back of Ebons head. Ebon covers his head in pain and Blade shoves him into the corner. Blade begins working over the body of Ebon and Ebon is gassed. Blade gets Ebon onto the top of the turnbuckle, he then goes to the outside of the ring and grabs his throat. Blade then climbs the turnbuckle himself and choke slams Ebon to the mat with force. Ebon lies in the ring rocked, gassed, and on the verge of out cold. Blade has remained on the top rope...he looks out over the audience, then back to Ebon. Blade stands up on the top rope and flies out over Ebon executing a monster splash onto the North American Champion. The Ref slides in for the count...

1...2...3!!!!

Winner by Pinfall: Blade

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Blade rolls outside the ring and lifts his arms in victory. The ref checks on Ebon and calls for aid. Blade is awarded the North American Title and makes his way up the ramp while the audience screams in approval. Gene meets Blade halfway down the ramp and congratulates the new champion. Ebon comes to and climbs to his feet. Alexander Dreadnaught and Nathin Doe come flying through the entranceway but are stopped by a mob of the “Protection Squad”. Ebon looks down to see 4 guys below the ring looking up at him. Ebon stomps the ring in anger and yells at Gene. Gene smiles and shakes his head. He pulls a microphone from underneath his folded arms and begins to speak.[/b]

Gene O’Brien:[/u][/b] I warned you Ebon. I warned you that I would take out the garbage if i needed to. You proved your rebelliousness to be a burden on me. Well I wont have it, not on my show. Blade is the true champion, and will stay champion for as long as fate may have it. You want a shot again, then get in line and do what the rest have to do...EARN IT! As for your current position in this fed...well...I think things are about to change for the self proclaimed “Madman”.

The crowed goes nuts and Ebon turns around to see what’s going on. Rain has shoved his way through the crowed and is now standing in the ring with Ebon. Ebon turns in time to find Rain flying at him with a clenched fist. Ebon bounces back off the ropes and Rain picks Ebon up into a Fireman's Carry then transfers it into a Michinoku Driver. Ebon is once again laid out in the ring. Dreadnaught and Nathin fight to reach him but fail due to the mass army blocking their way. The men push Dread and Nathin off to the side while Rain slides out of the ring and follows Gene and Blade through the corridor to the backstage area. The men let Dread and Nathin go and the two men run for the ring to aid Ebon. They help Ebon to his feet and guide him out of the ring and help him up the ramp.[/b]

[MNB]

Styles:[/u][/b] We watched Hellraiser make his way down the ramp earlier...but my god, Dread is one enormous human being.

Aiello:[/u][/b] The bigger they are, the harder they fall Styles. It doesn’t matter how tall or how wide Dread is, he has to face the Champion, and Jeff won’t go down like a chump.

Styles:[/u][/b] I thoroughly agree Aiello, The Hurricane is no walk in the park.

The arena fades to a faint green. Upon the titantron appear random clips of hurricanes. The audience begins to go crazy. Guns N' Roses – Coma hits the PA and out steps the Undisputed Champion Hurricane Jeff. He shoulders both titles and holds them high for the crowed to see. The glimmer off the belts isn’t near as bright as the glimmer in Jeff’s eyes. Jeff is smiling from ear to ear and makes his way down the ramp. He hands the titles over to an official. Jeff points to official making sure the guy knows...he doesn’t play. Jeff climbs into the ring as the music fades. A ring announcer enters the ring and stands in the middle of the ring.[/i]

Announcer:[/u][/b] Ladies and Gentleman of all ages, folks from around the world. This bout is for the EWC International Title. This is 3 count fall exhibition match. The challenger standing to my left weighing in at 300 pounds and standing seven foot four inches tall. The Jamaican Monster...Alexander Dreaaadddnaauuuught. The champion standing to my right weighing in at 230 pounds, standing at six foot one inches tall. Ladies and Gentleman your undisputed world champion and your International Champion...Hurricaaannneee Jeeeeffffffffffff. Fighters...are you ready...ladies and gentleman...are you ready.....Leeeetssss get readyyyyy to rumblllllllllllllllllllle

The crowed goes nuts as Hurricane Jeff and Dreadnaught begin a stare down from opposite ends of the ring...[/b]

The bell rings and Dreadnaught moves quickly towards Jeff. He reaches out to grapple the Champion but Jeff quickly rolls out of the way dodging the big arms of Dreadnaught. Jeff backs up a few feet scouting the big man. Dreadnaught stands still for a moment, looking down at the champ. Jeff makes a sudden move causing Dread to attempt another grapple. Jeff then quickly sidesteps around Dread and drop kicks him in the back of the leg. Dreadnaught stumbles a bit but catches himself. Jeff then bounces off the ropes and extends out for a drop kick. Jeff connects to the back of Dreadnaught and Dread stumbles forward again. Jeff then follows up with a standing drop kick; he is doing his best to take the big man off his feet. Dread stumbles forward again and catches the ropes. Dread shakes it off and turns around to find a frustrated looking Jeff.

Aiello:[/u][/b] Jeff seems a little winded.

Styles:[/u][/b] The big man is a lot to handle...I'd be winded to

Dreadnaught turns and faces Jeff. He steps towards Jeff and once again the Champion attempts a sudden movement to get the big man to flinch...not this time. Dread follows the movement of Jeff and grabs him by the shoulders. He slings the champion into the ropes and upon the champs return Dread raises his boot and Jeff slams face first into the large foot. Jeff hits the ground hard, literally looked like he hit a wall. Jeff shakes his head and tries clearing his eyes. Dread grabs the champ by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Dread grabs the champ by the throat with both hands and raises him in the air. Jeff’s feet begin to kick and the ref yells for Dread to stop choking him. Dread drops Jeff and jumps up to drop a leg on the Hurricane. Jeff rolls out of the way and hops up to his feet. Dread is getting up and his size is keeping his movement slower then average. Jeff begins kicking at the legs of Dread trying his best to kick the monster down. Jeff succeeds and Dread collapses to one knee. Jeff climbs upon the back of Dread and wraps his arms around Dreads neck for a sleeper hold. Dread begins flailing his arms, slapping at the head and legs of Jeff. Dread is slowly losing strength, but with a quick move he falls backwards pinning the champ between him and the mat.

Styles:[/u][/b] Oh my god...the champ is pinned underneath the monster.

Aiello:[/u][/b] That right there is one big f**k**g headache.

The 300-pound Dreadnaught is lying upon Jeff and Jeff can barely move. Dread rolls of Jeff and climbs to his feet. Jeff is on his feet now and the two are staring each other down. The two men are a little tired but are still full of fire. Dread takes a swing at Jeff and Jeff ducks and follows with another drop kick to the back of Dreads leg. Dread takes the fall and lands on his knees. Jeff then Hurrakicks the monster in the back sending his face to the mat. Jeff wraps the big mans leg in a lock causing Dread to bellow out in pain. Dreads massive strength proved useful as he easily crawled to the ropes dragging Jeff the whole way. Jeff let go and hopped to his feet. Dread climbed to his feet and turned to find Jeff mid air, leg extended. Another Hurrakick to the dome of Dreadnaught. Dreadnaught tumbles backwards and topples over the top rope. He hits the mat before falling further to the ground below. A loud splat could be heard and Jeff runs to the ropes. Dread had hit his head on the side stairs and was covering his head in agony. Jeff climbed to the top rope while the big man used the side of the ring for leverage. Dread got to his feet and SPLASH, down comes Jeff onto the big mans head. Dread goes down and Jeff covers his stomach in pain. Jeff collects himself and climbs back in the ring. Dread stands outside of the ring looking up at Jeff. Jeff waves the big man to come inside.

Styles:[/u][/b] I feel a conclusion coming on folks.

Dread climbs underneath the bottom rope and rises to his feet. The big man unfolds his massive body as he stands up straight. Jeff once again stares down the tower of a man and shakes his head. The two men are gassed, tired. Jeff runs towards the big man and attempts another drop kick. Dread sees it coming and catches the champion and slams him to the mat. Dread pulls the champ to his feet and preps him for a power bomb. Dread raises Jeff up and BOOM, powerbomb. Dread raises him up again and BOOM powerbomb. Dread goes for a third attempt but mid air Jeff composes himself and reverses it into a DDT. Dread is down and cupping his head. Jeff rolls off to the side grabbing at his head, obviously hurt from the power bombs. Jeff uses the ropes to get to his feet while Dread slowly gets to his feet in the center of the ring. Jeff sees the big man is rocked. He bounces his body off the ropes and unleashes a diving fist right to the face of Dread. Dreadnaught stumbles back and Jeff grabs the big man by the arm and slings him into the nearest turnbuckle. Dread hits and stumbles backwards and Jeff grabs the big man – from behind – around the thighs and falls forward slamming Dreads face into the mat. Jeff climbs in the back of Dread and locks in the HurraSleeper. He pulls tighter and tighter and tighter...until nothing. Jeff lets go and Dreads head falls lifeless to the mat. The ref checks Dreads pulse...HE’S OUT...Hurricane Jeff put the big man to sleep.

Winner by TKO, and still International Champion: Hurricane Jeff[/u][/b][/color]

Jeff raises his hands in victory. He checks to make sure Dreadnaught is ok. Jeff then slides out of the ring and collects his titles. He holds them over his head and the audience goes nuts. Jeff makes his way up the ramp with a disgruntled Dreadnaught close behind.[/b]

Styles:[/u][/b] One could say the Dreadnaughts mind is in another place right now, perhaps back in that locker room with the other half of “Full Metal”.

Aiello:[/u][/b] I wouldn’t count on it Styles...the Hurricane is unstoppable.

Styles:[/u][/b] Well there you have it folks, the Champ has done it again. Hurricane Jeff retains the International title. Goth proved to be too much for Ryan McGuinness. Hellraiser takes out Sliver. Gene O’Brien attacked in the ring. Rain gaining a lot of love tonight. Blade becomes the new North American Champion. Only on Brawl ladies and gentleman.

Aiello:[/u][/b] That’s the way it should be baby...surprise after surprise after surprise. I don’t know how Gene expects to follow this thing up.

Styles:[/u][/b] We’d like to thank our sponsors, and the production crew. Joins us next week for another week of Monday Night Brawl. I’m Styles and this is Aiello signing off for MNB “Affliction”...goodnight.