MNB #421 - DENVER, COLORADO

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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 421



^{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 shows 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 PEPSI CENTER in Denver, Colorado

EWC BRAWL
April 20th 2015
Live From the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

"Follow" by Breaking Benjamin blasts in the Stadium.

The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night Brawls Eighteen year history. From episode 001 all the way down to last weeks episode 420.

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. 

There is a pause as the video package splits in half, one half dedicated to Memphis Reigns & the other half dedicated to MadDawg with the final wording ..



"In Loving Memory ... We will never forget"




The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in the EWC Stadium is electrifying.

Spotlights circle around the arena as the 70,000+ 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

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

The camera catches several clever signs brought to the arena by EWC fanatics:




"DYNAMIC DUO IN MY PANTS"



"PROJECT: CHAOS RULES"



"AIR WELLINGS"



"WHERE KINGSTON AT?"



"MARRY ME RUTH"



"SAINTY MC SAINT SAINT"



"WE <3 JEFF"



"WHERE MAX CARTER AT?"

The lights are brought up and the feed cuts to ringside where we find Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven smiling back in to the camera.

Jeremy Piven: Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to Monday Night Brawl! Live from the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado!

Joe Aiello: This place is absolutely rocking tonight, Jeremy! We've got two champions in action tonight. Both Floyd Shooter and Kurt Newman will be in the ring, but only Newman will be putting his title on the line against Justin Matthews.

Jeremy Piven: All of that and some sort of surprise schedule for the end of the show.

Joe Aiello: That's right, Jeremy. Unfortunately even Jeremy and I have been kept in the dark on what is planned, so we'll be eagerly anticipating it just as much as you are at home!

Jeremy Piven: I can't wait! And on that note, we're getting right in to the action tonight!

Joe Aiello: You betcha, it'll be Tony Savage versus Smith Jones to kick things off!

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SHOW OPENER
TONY SAVAGE Vs SMITH JONES

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Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

Just the roar of a Harley Davidson Fat Boy Lo rolling down the entrance ramp, and "Sinister Kid" by the Black Keys on the P.A.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, now making his way into the ring, from Atlantic City, N.J., via Atlanta, Georgia. Standing 6’3” and weighing in at 245 lbs, being managed by Kid Cannabis.

EWC's official bail bondsman.... The Atlanta Falcon.... TONY SAVAGE!

Tony stops the bike next to the announcers table, revving the engine to the delight of fans nearby, and to the chagrin of that piece of shit Piven and his eardrums. He parks the bike; EWC's security crew takes temporary custody of Tony’s weapons and searches him, then, jumps into the ring still in street clothes, cracking his knuckles and ready to fight.

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Joe Aiello: Tony Savage is coming off of an enormous victory last week over Floyd Shooter, so he has tons of momentum.

Jeremy Piven: All well and good, but if we're talking about momentum there aren't many people who have more on their side than Tony's opponent.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, standing 6’2”, weighing in at 229 lbs. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is SMITH JONES!

‘Power’ by Kanye West plays at full volume! During the opening sixteen bars, the lights in the arena slowly fade out to pitch darkness under the vocals of the choir and Kanye’s edgy opening lines. On the first big drum beat, the tron explodes with white pyrotechnics as the arena lights blast to full white! Smith Jones walks out onto the stage dressed to compete in his trademark all white boots, pads, and trunks. He is joined immediately by his manager, the beautiful and hard-working Candice Bergetz!

They stand side by side at the top of the entrance ramp. Smith uses his index finger to draw an X across his chest before he strides confidently down to ringside as the crowd chants 'Smitty, Smitty, Smitty' the whole time. Candice is close behind as the crowd reaches out to high five her as she heads to the ring. Smith waits for Candice at the steps and then lets her go first. Smith mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron as Candice follows suit. Jones parts the ropes for his lovely manager before entering the ring himself and leering across the ring at Tony Savage.

Jeremy Piven: Jones has strung together several victories in a row, it'll be tough for Savage in this one.

Joe Aiello: Only an idiot would count out Savage, Jeremy.

The bell rings and two lock up with Tony getting the advantage and applies a headlock. Smith backs up to the ropes and causes Tony to break the hold. Smith runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off and gets hit with a Bionic Elbow, and then Tony drops several elbows over his opponent’s throat and chest.

Tony leads over and presses his arm hard against Smith’s neck to choke him and the referee starts counting. But he releases the hold at two and allows his opponent to get his breath back and recover. Kid Cannabis claps for him and Smith starts to get recover with Tony stalking him from behind. He kicks his opponent’s leg several times then delivers a couple of boxing jabs and ends with a Reverse Russian Legsweep and goes for a cover…




ONE!...





TWO...





SHOULDER UP!

Joe Aiello: Wow, how quick of a pin attempt was that?

Jeremy Piven: Quick, Joe. Quicker than even your sexual relations with women.

Tony lifts Smith Jones up, whips him into a corner and Savage runs over and throws his shoulder into his opponent’s upper chest. He throws several Bionic Elbows and a Shinbreaker into Smith’s body but he resists the blows and instead fires out of the corner with several Knee Strikes and fists to his opponent’s face. Stunned, Tony backs up and is hit with a European Uppercut then dropped with a Piledriver.

Smith drives his knees into his opponent’s ribs and spine, causing Tony to shout out loudly. Smith pulls him up and hits an Overhand Wristlock but Tony fights and frees himself, he bounces off the ropes behind him and runs at Smith but he counters with a knee to Tony’s gut and follows up with a Gutwrench Suplex.

Jeremy Piven: What a suplex there by Jones!

Joe Aiello: Absolutely textbook there.

Smith doesn’t let go, he gets his opponent up and hits a Side Suplex and then follows up with a Butterfly Suplex. Tony sees the ropes and quickly rolls out of the ring but Smith follows him.




ONE!...




TWO!...


He grabs ahold of his opponent’s back and Tony throws a fist back and hits Smith’s nose. Tony runs over and clotheslines him and takes him down…



THREE!...




FOUR!...



Tony grabs Smith and whips him into the stairs; Smitty hits the stairs and rolls over. He holds his knees, favoring the impacted areas. Kid Cannabis and Tony walk over to the downed Smith Jones and Tony stomps over his opponent’s knees, lifts a leg up and drives a knee into his opponent’s knee from behind.



FIVE!...



SIX!...




Grabbing his opponent’s hands, Tony picks up Smith and tosses him into a turnbuckle. Hitting it hard, Smitty holds on tight but Savage grabs him and tosses him into the ring…

Jeremy Piven: Jones is lucky that he wasn't busted open by that shot.

Joe Aiello: They're both lucky they got back in to the ring here, or else they both could have been counted out.

Tony Savage climbs the turnbuckle and jumps off, but Smith sees him coming and rolls out of the way. Hitting the ground hard, Tony holds his robes and Smith quickly runs over, grabs him from behind and hits a German Suplex then follows up with two more. Once he finishes, he turns his opponent to hit a Take It Home into a turnbuckle, picks him up again and with what strength he has left, hits the Brainbuster. Fully blown, Smith goes for a cover by grabbing a leg, Tony goes for the win…





ONE!...





TWO!





THREE!!!

He lets go as “Power” hits P.A. System, Kid Cannabis gets in the ring and checks on Tony Savage as the referee raises up the hand of Smith Jones. Candice slowly makes her way in to the ring and celebrates with Jones.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, SMITH JONES!

Jeremy Piven: And that, ladies and gentleman, is how you start off a show!

Joe Aiello: Big win for Smith Jones! We'll be right back with more Brawl after this commercial break!

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MATCH 2

CHRIS MAVERICK Vs JACK REDD

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Joe Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl everybody! We've got what should be one heck of a contest up next.

Jeremy Piven: Oh yeah, it's going to be a mess after this one. Both of these guys are out of their minds!

Seven Nation Army by "The White Stripes" plays as Chris Maverick walks to the ring in a black leather jacket with a angry face as he tags the fans while walking down the ramp and then he points his fist up with a big pop with the fans pointing up their fist as Chrisrolls in the ring and gets on the top rope and does another point the fist up pop with the fans then gets off the top rope and takes off his jacket and throws it in the crowd.

Jessica Stroup: The Following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 209 pounds. CHRIS MAVERICK!

"6 a.m. Christmas morning.

No shadows,

No reflections here.

Lying cheek to cheek

In your cold embrace."

The lights drop and darkness stays. A moon-white spotlight from the rafters shines center stage. As Marilyn croons, Jack walks from behind the curtain. He takes a draw from his cigar and the cherry burns bright orange. He exhales plumes of smoke. In his right hand, a necklace dangles with a ring swinging on its end. Jack is dressed in a black beanie, a sleeveless black leather top, long and loose wrestling pants and black boots. He stands for a few seconds as Marilyn continues. Once the song swells into the chorus, Jack makes his way down the ramp.

"If I was your vampire,

Certain as the moon,

Instead of killing time,

We'll have each other

Until the sun.

If I was your vampire,

Death waits for no one.

Hold my hands

Across your face,

Because I think

Our time has come."

The spotlight follows Jack and at the base of the ramp, he takes another long drag, puffing another blue cloud of thick cigar smoke. He hops up onto the ring apron knee and after knee. Once he does, he flicks his smoke into the crowd.

"Digging your smile apart

With my spade-tounge.

The hole is where the heart is.

We built this tomb together,

And I won't fill it alone.

Beyond the pale

Everything is black,

No turning back."

Jack drops between the ropes and hops in. The spotlight follows him to the corner, he climbs and brings the necklace to his face. He stares into it for a moment.

"6:19 and I know I'm ready

Drive me off the mountain.

You'll burn,

I'll eat your ashes.

The impossible wheels seducing

Our corpse."

The chorus rises up again and Jack takes his lips to the ring. He kisses it.

"If I was your vampire,

Certain as the moon,

Instead of killing time,

We'll have each other

Until the sun.

. . .

This is where it starts.

This is where it will end.

Here comes the moon again.

Here comes the moon again."

When Jack pulls the ring away from his lips, the spotlight and music quit. Silence and darkness stay for a moment. When the lights rise, Jack is standing in the middle of the ring, the chain now around his neck, the beanie gone.

Jessica Stroup. And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 200 pounds, JACK REDD!

The bell rings and the two lock up. They wrestle for the upper hand for a moment before Jack Redd back and throws Chris Maverick backwards into the opposite corner. Maverick gets up and looks at Redd. Jack smiles, and Chris moves in and they lock up again, with the same result.

Jeremy Piven: Maverick is overpowering Redd to begin this match.

Joe Aiello: Overpowering might be an understatement, Jeremy.

Chris gets back up and rushes at Jack Redd with a running lariat. Jack isn’t able to dodge the move in time and goes down. Maverick gets up with Jack and tries to get an hip toss on Jack Redd. Jack is able to power out of the move and get to a standing base again. Chris Maverick gets in the face of Jack Redd again. Out of nowhere, he bitch slaps Jack Redd right in the face. Chris Maverick returns the favor with a giant slap to Jack Redd.

Joe Aiello: Well then, not exactly how we imagined this one would start.

Jeremy Piven: This is like the next evolution to a dick measuring contest!

Jack gets pissed and goes for a right hand but Chris blocks and hits a huge flurry of right hands himself. Redd is reeling into the turnbuckle as Chris stops with the right hands. He backs up a little bit and runs forward with a Back Body Splash in the corner to Jack Redd. Redd goes to the mat.

Jeremy Piven: Oh baby, that's a whole lot of man coming down on Jack right there.

Joe Aiello: And you would know all about taking on a whole lot of man, wouldn't you?

Jack Redd reverse a over head punch and stays on the attack with a few stomps to the back of Chris Maverick. Chris is able to get out of the ring for a breather. He stands up as the crowd boos the sudden lack of action. However, Jack Redd is tired of this and gets out of the ring to follow Chris. Maverick starts to run around the ring as Redd follows him. Maverick slides in and runs against the ropes as Jack Redd is getting in the ring. Chris comes off the ropes and hits a dropkick to Jack Redd. Jack Redd goes flying into the barricade. Chris Maverick waits until Jack is on his feet before running off the ropes again. Maverick leaps over the top rope and lands on Jack Redd with a Diving Back Body Splash.

Joe Aiello: Well Maverick has really been showing his force here in this one.

Jeremy Piven: It's to the point where they might need to stop this one for Redd's safety.

Maverick gets up and tries to pick up Jack but it is blocked with a punch to the gut. Jack Redd tries to whip Maverick into the ring steps but Chris is able to reverse. Jack goes knee first into the ring steps. He rolls away holding onto the left knee.

Jeremy Piven: That one is not going to feel good.

Joe Aiello: Very acute observation there, Jeremy.

Jack Redd is trying to get to his feet but Chris Maverick clips the left knee on the outside of the ring. Jack Redd falls to the mat as Chris rolls in and out of the ring to break the referee’s ten count. Jack Redd is up on his feet now, walking gingerly with that left knee. Chris chops him in the chest and then kicks him in the stomach. Maverick picks up Jack Redd and drops him knee first on the steel steps. We hear the impact as Jack Redd goes back to holding his knee. Chris picks him up and rolls him into the ring somewhat, just leaving that left leg and knee on the ring apron. Chris Maverick grabs the leg and slams it down on the ring apron as hard as he can. Jack Redd rolls all the way into the ring now, clutching his leg.

Joe Aiello: And now I think Maverick might just be trying to be Redd's leg.

Jeremy Piven: I told you these guys were frickin' crazy!

Chris gets on the ring apron and sees Jack is still down. He then gets in and hits a Half Boston Crab on the leg but quickly releases it. Chris picks up his opponent and throws him back in the ring. He follows and then locks in a side leglock. Jack Redd is reaching out for the ropes but can’t reach them just yet. Chris Maverick puts more pressure on the leglock as Jack Redd is slowly getting to the side of the ring. Jack finally does as Chris holds the move for a few seconds longer but lets the hold go before a five count. However, he pulls Jack into the middle of the ring, sits him up and hits a Superkick.

Jeremy Piven: Vicious!

Joe Aiello: That right foot could get him in the Barclays Premier League.

Jack rolls his way toward the ropes but the closer to the ropes he gets, the harder Chris kicks him in the ribs. Jack Redd fights his way to the ropes now. Chris Maverick backs up and delivers a punt kick to Jack in the ribs. Chris picks up Jack now and hits a series of knife edge chops followed up by a European Uppercut and finished with a left cross to the temple, dropping Jack Redd to the mat. After Jack Red was downed, Chris Maverick rushes over and goes for the pin fall.

1…

2…

Kick out by Jack Redd!

Joe Aiello: So close for Maverick!

Jeremy Piven: If Redd doesn't do something here, he is in trouble.

Chris flips the booing fans off and starts to lock Jack Red in a figure four leglock, targeting the left knee. However, Jack reverses that into an inside cradle.

1…

2…

Kick out by Chris Maverick!

Joe Aiello: Well then...

Jeremy Piven: I didn't think Redd would take me so literally.

Both men get to their feet again as Chris swings at Jack and missed him. As he spins his back to Jack Redd, he gets grabbed and hit with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Jack is slow to his feet as is Chris Maverick.

Jeremy Piven: Tides may be changing here!

Joe Aiello: Maybe, with both men struggling to get to their feet.

Jack Redd hits a few hard right hands before sending Chris into the ropes. Maverick ducks a open-palm jab and when Jack Redd turns around, he gets a dropkick in the knee. Jack Redd gets down to one knee as Chris looks around and goes for the Alabama Slam. Jack is able to dodge the move, then hits a drop toe hold that lands Chris throat first across the ring ropes. Jack uses the ropes to get to a vertical base. Maverick is on his knees, Jack Redd walks over and picks him up. He hits Chris Maverick with a series of rights and lefts before bouncing off the ropes and hitting an pendulum backbreaker.

Jack Redd is the first to get back up and he smirks. Chris Maverick soon follows and Jack Redd quickly capitalizes on how groggy his opponent is and hits with a kick to the midsection, before he manages hit the Famke's Kiss!!! He then goes for the cover while hooking a leg...

1...

2...

3!

The ref rings the bell, as this match is over. He helps Jack Redd up and raises a hand up as the crowd goes crazy

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, JACK REDD!

Joe Aiello: Well that certainly wasn't a conventional victory by any means.

Jeremy Piven: Whatever works, Joe!

Joe Aiello: You're certainly correct about that, Jeremy. We've got Ace Heart now everyone, backstage with Smith Jones and Candice!

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The feed cuts to Candice Bergetz and Smith Jones standing on the interview set backstage. Smith is still in his full length white gear with red trim and Candice is wearing a lovely red dress. With them is Ace Heart and he has the microphone at the ready.

Act Heart: With me at this time are Smith Jones and Candice Bergetz. Welcome. 

Candice Bergetz: Thanks for having us again, Ace.

Ace Heart: Smith, you’ve been very active and vocal in your desire to become the next EWC International Champion. Your win tonight will certainly do something to help you in your cause, but there are still many who think you talk a lot more than you do and when the time comes you won’t have what it takes to get the job done. Great win tonight, but are you ready for your International Title Match next week on Monday Night Brawl?

Jones glares at Ace, but does not feel like responding just yet. Candice takes over.

Candice Bergetz: This victory over Tony Savage tonight is just the momentum Smith needs heading into next week’s Brawl. All we want is to be integral to the development of the company as a whole and we believe that we can best do that with Smith as the International Champion. Does Jones really have what it takes? I’ve watched him train, I’ve even trained with him, and Smith Jones is the hardest working man in that locker room. He is thinking about the game 24/7, he is busting his ass in the gym, and he is going to bring his best to the champion next week on Brawl. 

Ace Heart: The two of you have grown quickly together both inside and outside the ring. Are you willing to comment on the status of your relationship professionally and personally?

Candice Bergetz: Nosey, aren’t we?

Smith turns away from the camera and from Ace to whisper something into Candice’s ear. She nods and then addresses Ace with a smile.

Candice Bergetz: Smith and I are very good friends and we intend to work hard together both inside and outside the ring as you put it to progress our careers and our lives. 

Ace Heart: Skillfully stated. Candice, if you could put yours and Smith’s future into just one word, what would that word be?

Smith Jones: Harrowing.

Smith takes Candice by the hand and they walk away.

Candice Bergetz: Thanks, Ace.

Ace Heart: There you have it. A quietly confident Smith Jones and his stunning strategist of a manager, Candice Bergetz. We’ll see how things turn out for them next week. Back to you guys at ringside!

The feed returns to ringside with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven.

Joe Aiello: Smith Jones certainly is a confident man at the moment, and with good reason. Isn't that right, Jeremy?

Jeremy Piven: Huh? Did you say something about Candice?

Joe Aiello: No, I didn't even mention her name.

Jeremy Piven: Oh...

A slow ticking sound can be heard loud and clear through the arena as the lights fade to black.

Appears across the Titon-Tron for all the attending fans to see.





"There comes a time in life when you have to come back home. Where you have to start all over again from the very beginning."







"That time is approaching very quickly. Will you all be ready... ?"







"Tick Tock Tick Tock, goes the arms of the clock... ..."

The lights come back to life as Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven sit at ringside, Piven looking particularly frightened.

Jeremy Piven: Alright, those things are officially starting to creep me out.

Joe Aiello: I think I actually agree with you there, Jeremy.

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MATCH 3
SAM ATTIC Vs RED DRAGON

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The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as David Draiman's "FORSAKEN" begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. 

Jessica Stroup: The Following match is set for one fall.

The cemetery footage continues to roll, but Red Dragon does not emerge from the curtain.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first..weighing in at 235 pounds. RED DRAGON!

The feed suddenly cuts to the backstage area as several Security Guards struggle to break up some sort of confrontation.

Jeremy Piven: What the hell is this, Joe?

Joe Aiello: I don't know, Jeremy. They just cut backstage. How am I supposed to know what the hell is going on?

As the Security Guards begin to maintain the situation, the Cameraman circles the altercation to reveal the source. The Security Guards pull Sam Attic away from a beaten Red Dragon.

Sam Attic: Get the hell off me!

Attic struggles with the Security Guards, but is ultimately overpowered by the sheer numbers game. The Guards push Attic off down the corridor in an attempt to create a barrier between Dragon and Attic. Dragon stirs on the concrete floor and raises his hand to his forehead, an attempt to check for blood. Fortunately for Dragon there is none...on his forehead. His mouth, on the other hand, seems to be busted open somehow and bleeds a fair amount.

Red Dragon: You son of a bitch! Can't fight a real fight!

Sam Attic: Not at all, you punk. You just don't deserve a real match in that ring with me!

The Security Guards continue to push Sam Attic down the corridor, further frustrating Attic. Attic slaps away the hands of one of the Security Guards, grabs him, and lands a DDT directly on the concrete floor. Attic quickly gets to his feet and saunters off down the corridor as the other Security Guards attend to their bloodied companion. The scene cuts back to ringside with Jeremy Piven and Joe Aiello, with Piven staring at Aiello in shock.

Jeremy Piven: Jesus Christ, Joe.

Joe Aiello: I don't even have words for that. Attic may have just sent an innocent security guard to the hospital, and for what?

Jeremy Piven: To prove he is extreme enough for Xplode.

Joe Aiello: And this is exactly the problem with Xplode and his agenda! Anyway it appears we have Ace Heart backstage with Nairobi Jordan. Ace...

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Ace Heart: Thank you Joe and Jeremy. I'm here with Nairobi Jordan. Nairobi where have you been these past couple weeks. 

Nairobi Jordan: Well Ace, EWC fans...I had to take care of some personal business elsewhere in the world there was a death in my fighter family. Plus you guys saw what happened to your boy's hair...well with that aside hopefully I can be back in action soon. 

Karma comes walking from around corner alongside Dirk Jenko. 

Nairobi Jordan: Dirk why are you hanging out with my sister? Is this why you haven't been in contact with me cause you have been hanging with Hollywood here? 

Karma: You're not my dad, Nairobi! I was just scouting Dirk. Unlike you he won his debut match and maybe you guys can attempt to capture the EWC Tag Team Championships. Plus I see a kindred spirit in Dirk. 

Nairobi: You gotta to be kidding me?! Okay whatever sis. I'll take your suggestion 

Dirk Jenko: Bro, you don't looked convinced I got, what Karma says I got. I tell you what since you don't have a match, go have a seat and watch me put a spell on you. 

Dirk walks away after that interesting trade of words and the feed cuts to black.

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The feed cuts quickly back to ringside with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven.

Joe Aiello: That was certainly an interesting exchange there. 

Jeremy Piven: Wait, so is Jordan going to team with Jenko now? Just because his sister is taking his wood? Isn't that sort of weird?

Joe Aiello: Were you expecting normal from Nairobi? 

Jeremy Piven: Fair point.

Joe Aiello: And speaking of Jenko...

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MATCH 4
DIRK JENKO Vs NATHAN CREED

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Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Hollywood, California, weighing in at two hundred, twenty three pounds, Dirk Jenko!

“I Put A Spell On You” hits the PA System. As the intro plays the camera pans the crowd showing their excitement. Just as Annie Lennox's voice sings the first word, Dirk comes walking out from the back. On the ramp he flexes his left arm that shows off a tat that reads #MOTH. A He comes out wearing a different pair of bright colored sunglasses with every show. Which he usually gives to a young fan or to a lucky hot mom. He walks down the ramp oozing with arrogance. When entering ring he slowly walks the steel steps. In the ring he climbs to the second rope and flexes the same arm as before, this time pointing at the tat. He jumps down with a spin and begins jumping up and down getting himself warmed up for the match.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent...weighing in at two hundred, twenty five pounds. Nathan Creed!

"Anxiety" blares in the arena; the crowd explode to their feet to take a gander at one of their favorite extremists, Nathan Creed, stepping out center stage. His golden mane draping down the shoulders of his black leather jacket and toothy grin peering through his thick beard, he paused with his hands placed on his sides looking out to all sides of the arena. He then walked a moderate pace down the ramp that was guided by a spotlight that dangled up above as green lights lit up parts of the crowd and ring. Nathan slapped five with a line of his fans that sat in the front row, then ascended up the cold steel steps. He walks the apron until he comes to a stop in it's center, raises his fist in the air with confidence, and enters through the top and middle ropes. Upon doing so, he approaches the nearest turnbuckle - climbing to the second highest level - clenches his fist and holding them high into the air to where everyone could see.

Earl Hebner signals for the bell as Dirk reaches for the high collared tie up on his smaller opponent. Nathan tries to match strength with the taller Dirk, and pushes the slightly lighter Dirk away.

Aiello: Slow start up as the two size each other up.

Piven: Who will weather this storm first?

Then Nathan decides he's through with this slight technical match and decides to try to trading punches with Dirk. But before he can do that he has to get closer to the Technical Wizard. So he motions for another tie up attempt with his opponent. Dirk decides to take him on his offer. As they tie, Nathan headbutts Everybody's Favorite Wrestler.

Piven: Nice move by Creed.

Aiello: Nobody was expecting that especially Dirk Jenko.

Dirk stumbles back stunned by the headbutt. The Technical Wizard brushes off the headbutt and decides to shoot towards Nathan Creed's legs, and takes him down and starts pummeling him with punches to the faces. Earl starts a five count. At the count of four Dirk gets off of Nathan, brushes his sweat off the top of head in an arrogant motion.

Aiello: The cockiness from the rookie.

Piven: That's my kind of guy Joe.

Aiello: I bet he is.

Mixed reaction from the crowd as Nathan gets back up to his feet. He smirks, and mouths “Nice one.”. Dirk mouths “You haven't seen anything yet.” As Dirk finishes his sentence Nathan bounces off the ropes and hits a Spinning Head Scissors Takedown. Dirk gets back to his feet, Nathan hits another Spinning Head Scissors Takedown, and as Dirk gets back to his feet he met with a dropkick.

Aiello: Creed hitting a Double Head Scissors Dropkick Combination.

Piven: A page he has taken out of my book.

The crowd start cheering for their fan favorite Nathan Creed. As Everybody's Favorite Wrestler rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, Then throws his arms in a forgets this motion and makes his way up the ramp. The ref is at a two count...and Nathan Creed refuses to win this way and chases after Jenko.

Aiello: I guess Dirk Jenko has had enough of Nathan Creed and is heading to the back.

Piven: If you can't beat 'em leave, that's what I always say.

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Aiello: Dirty trick by Jenko.

Piven: I taught these boys everything I know.

Aiello: Sure you did.

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Aiello: Dirk Jenko showing frustration to the tenacious heart of Nathan Creed.

Earl shoves Dirk off Nathan so Earl can have time to check if Nathan can continue the match. But as soon as Earl can say "Can you continue?", Dirk pushes Earl out of the way and hits Nathan with a SUPERKICK! and goes for the pin.

Aiello: Cheap Shot from Hell! Damn this kid.

Piven: Lights out Nathan Creed!

Earl doesn't know whether to disqualify Dirk or count the pinfall but reluctantly begins the count.

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Aiello: There is still fight in Nathan Creed! As he kickouts of the late two count.

Piven: The never say die spirit of Nathan Creed!

Dirk pounds the mat in frustration and begins to argue with the ref. As Dirk turns around he is met with the BATTLE CRY!

Aiello: Battle Cry out of nowhere!

Creed goes for the pin.


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Jessica Stroup: And Your Winner Nathan Creed!

Nathan Creed gets to his feet as the ref holds his hand in victory.

Aiello: What a hard fought victory for Nathan Creed.

Piven: He really deserved it.

Aiello: That's another impressive win for Creed. We'll be back with more Brawl right after this!

The feed fades to commercial as Nathan Creed exits the ring and celebrates with the fans up the ramp.

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MATCH 5

NON TITLE MATCH

JAY REYNOLDS Vs FLOYD SHOOTER (C)

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Joe Aiello: Up next Ladies and gentlemen, is a match between two men, who represent two teams who hate each other to the core. This has gotten personal in recent weeks.

Jeremy Piven: That’s true Joe, forget the war between Xplode and President Mac and the fact the two teams in question, The Brothers in Law and Project: Chaos are going against each other in the war, this has gotten real serious between the two teams. 

Joe Aiello: And of course last week, Jay Reynolds got a massive win over the co-holder of the Hardcore title Derek Wellings, while Shooter was defeated by Tony Savage, so two men going in different directions in the form book, but who knows what will happen tonight. All I know is that I can’t wait.

Jeremy Piven: It’s going to be a physical match I’m sure.

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

The initial guitar riff of "I Walk The Line" by Johnny Cash begins to play over the Arena's PA system, as red and orange lights stream down throughout the crowd. Small clouds of smoke waft up around the entrance way, while several tumbleweeds roll across the top of the ramp. Scenes of Cowboys, riding atop galloping horses in to the sunset, play on the EWC Jumbotron.

Jessica Stroup: First, making his way to the ring, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing one hundred and ninety six pounds…. He is the EWC United States Champion…. FLOYD ‘SHERIFF’ SHOOTER!!!!

At the entrance way, through the rising smoke, steps Floyd "Sheriff" Shooter with his gaze to the floor and a Cattleman Stetson on top of his head. Floyd lifts his gaze as a smirk spreads across his face. When all of a sudden through the smoke comes his opponent Jay Reynolds with a blackjack in hand. He cracks it against the back of Floyd’s right leg, knocking him down, not knowing what on earth has hit him and the place erupts into boos. 

Joe Aiello: Oh my God, what is this?! That’s Jay Reynolds attacking Floyd Shooter before the match has even begun. Can this man get any lower. He’s damn worried he’s going to lose tonight, that’s all this is.

Jeremy Piven: He’s a genius Joe, he can’t be disqualified as the match hasn’t begun. He’s doing what he has too to get that US title back.

Joe Aiello: Well go out and beat the man…. Not like this though.

Shooter rolls down the entrance ramp and Jay follows him, Shooter grabs the apron, while clinging hold of his knee and Jay attacks him again with the blackjack to the knee. The referee jumps out of the ring while Jessica Stroup disperses the ring to safety. The referee tries to get between Jay and Shooter and Jay rolls Shooter into the ring. The ref gets back in the ring and checks on Shooter, asking him if he’s ok to continue. Jay begins taunting the crowd as they jeer back at him. 

Joe Aiello: This is ridiculous, Shooter surely can’t start this match, he can barely walk.

Shooter tells the ref he’s fine to go as he clings to the middle rope on one leg. 

Jeremy Piven: Fair play to Shooter, showing he’s a real US champ here. Showing real guts and character. He’s fucking stupid, but he has guts.

The referee reluctantly calls for the bell and Jay instantly gets on top of Shooter, pummeling away on him. Shooter is backed up into the corner of the ring and Jay begins stomping him as he falls to the floor in the corner. Jay then sticks his foot into the neck of Shooter and the ref begins his five count.

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Joe Aiello: Shooter is showing Jay that he can’t have this match his own way. 

Jay looks frustrated and kicks Shooter in the ribs, before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Shooter writhes in agony and starts stretching for the bottom rope as Jay holds it in tight. He reaches out and grabs the rope to force the break. Jay releases the hold and Jay lifts Shooter to his feet and he whips him into the ropes and as Shooter comes off the ropes, Jay connects with a back elbow, before dropping a standing leg drop across the neck of Shooter while he’s down. He covers.

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Joe Aiello: Can Shooter keep going on one leg?

Jeremy Piven: What a desperation move from Shooter. 

Joe Aiello: This is turning out to be a great match, despite the horrible beginning. 

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Jay gets back to his feet and Shooter is up on one knee, Jay heads over and goes to boot Shooter in the face, but he grabs Jay’s boot and hits a spinning wheel kick. He mounts Jay and begins laying into him with stiff right hands. The ref tries to intervene and Shooter gets off and stalks Jay. As Jay gets up and turns around Shooter hits an uppercut on Jay, then a second… and a third, before hitting a Tiger suplex. He doesn’t give Jay a second and sets him up for The Six Shooter, but Jay twists Shooter around with a reversal and lands a neckbreaker on him. Once again both men are down.

Joe Aiello: This is well worthy of a pay-per-view match so far, but you’re all getting it for free on the best wrestling show on the planet, Monday Night Brawl.

Jeremy Piven: Jay’s showing his skillset here too, a great reversal by the man who’s obsessed with the United States title. 

Jay is up first and whips Shooter into the ropes, but Shooter reverses it and Jay comes off them and is hit with a Samoan Drop. He drapes an arm over Jay.

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Shoulder up by Jay to the devastation of the riled up crowd, who are one hundred percent behind Shooter here.

Joe Aiello: I’m just hoping that we don’t get anything ruining this awesome match.

Jeremy Piven: It doesn’t matter how it ends up Joe, we’re all winners here so far.

Shooter still hobbling slightly grabs Jay by the hair and pushes him into the turnbuckle, he chops the chest of Jay, before landing two more hard uppercuts. Jay looks almost knocked out. Jay’s dazed in the corner of the ring as Shooter goes through the pain barrier and connects with a standing dropkick on Jay who falls forward to the mat, but Shooter can’t capitalize due to his knee. Jay rolls out of the ring and Shooter climbs tentatively out as well. Jay suckers Shooter in and as he gets close, drop toe holds Shooter and his face smacks into the steel steps, causing a cut above his eye. A smirk appears across the face of the Project: Chaos member as he finds his blackjack. 

Joe Aiello: Oh no, not this again Jay, don’t ruin this great match up, have a soul man.

Jeremy Piven: This guy just wants to send a message to Shooter, he doesn’t care about the win.

Jay stalks Shooter and goes to hit him with the blackjack, only for the referee to grab it at the last minute, Jay is stunned and turns around to see the ref giving it to the bell ringer as Shooter low blows Jay from behind to a massive round of applause and laughter as Jay looks in agony, grabbing his special area.

Joe Aiello: That’s karma Jay.

Jeremy Piven: That’s a damn disqualification right there, Shooter’s just cheated.

Joe Aiello: Oh come on Jer, that’s equal, look what Jay did earlier.

Jay rolls around in pain as the referee gets back into the ring and starts his count again. Shooter grabs Jay by the hair and slams his face down onto the announcers table. 

Joe Aiello: Holy crap, this is too close for comfort.

Shooter then rolls Jay into the ring and goes for a cover.

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Joe Aiello: Out of nowhere, Jay’s just won it.

Jay gets his body onto Shooter and the ref counts. 

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Joe Aiello: I can’t believe he just kicked out of a J Connection, you never get that.

Jeremy Piven: Shooter is showing just why he is the US champ right now, I can’t quite believe it.

Jay looks pissed he goes over and tears off the turnbuckle cover before going back to Shooter and picks him up, before attempting to hit a second J Connection, but Shooter blocks it and The Six Shooter out of nothing. He literally falls on Reynolds.

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Joe Aiello: Both men have hit their best shots and we still continue, unbelievable.

Both men are down and the referee begins his count.

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Jay drops with a low dropkick to the knee of Shooter and starts viciously stomping on the leg of shooter. Jay grabs Shooter and goes to slam his head onto the exposed turnbuckle, but Shooter blocks it, he elbows Jay in the gut before hitting another spinning wheel kick, but Jay falls into the referee who was trying to stop the exposed turnbuckle being used. 

Joe Aiello: Oh no, the refs down. 

Shooter looks to waken the ref, but to no avail, he turns right into a J Connection and Jay hooks the leg of Shooter. The ref is still down and the crowd begin counting.

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Jeremy Piven: Jay had this match won twice, what the hell!

Joe Aiello: It’s not Shooter’s fault the referee is down, it was clearly an accident. Wait, what on earth. 

Derek Wellings comes through the crowd and hops over the guard rail and grabs the blackjack on the floor and slides into the ring unbeknownst to Jay. He clatters the blackjack to the back of Jay knees and starts screaming In his face, before sliding out and getting rid of the weapon. 

Jeremy Piven: What is this about, Wellings looking for revenge after his loss last week. 

Joe Aiello: The Brothers in Law, pulling one out of the project: Chaos rule book here. 

The ref begins coming too and Shooter is getting back up as Jay struggles to his feet grasping his knee and he turns to Shooter who hits The Six Shooter, he hooks the leg and the crowd shout along with the ref.

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The bell rings and ‘I walk the line’ by Johnny Cash hits the PA system once again. The crowd erupt and Derek Wellings pulls Shooter to safety as Mark Storm and Gabreal martin hit the ring, but Wellings and Shooter head through the crowd celebrating. 

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall, FLOYD SHOOTER!!!!

Joe Aiello: Wow, Shooter overcome one here tonight.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, thanks to Wellings screwing Jay Reynolds over.

Joe Aiello: They have just hit Project: Chaos with a bit of their own medicine tonight, fair play to them and the cavalry have arrived a little late for Jay Reynolds tonight. 

The scene cuts to the backstage area as Jay pulls himself up while Storm and Martin shout obscenities into the crowd at The Brothers in Law.

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The feint sounds of the fans in the arena are heard as we see Xplode, gathering his things and stuffing them into a gym bag within his office. There is a look of haste upon him as he does so. Grabbing the last bit items from a nearby shelf, he zips up the bag and hoists it over his shoulder. Before he can leave the office however, he finds his path blocked as a new competitor comes into view.

Wearing a dark leather jacket and blue jeans, the man smiles as he looks upon Xplode with a tone of seriousness in his posture. Xplode glances at him only minimally, before speaking in a hushed voice.

Xplode: In a rush.. see President Mac.

Unknown Man: I am actually here… to see you.

Xplode drops the bag and shakes his head in frustration, knowing instantly that he was not going to meet the time deadline of his next destination. 

Xplode: Alright, kid. You have 10 minutes. Make it worth my time.

Unknown Man: Oh, don’t you worry about that. I couldn’t help but notice that you have had a little war on your hands over the last few weeks. With BDC entering the ring, that can seriously tip the scales against you. That’s not good for anyone if you catch my drift.

Xplode notices that the man before him shares the same views as him thus far, and a soft smirk appears upon his face.

Unknown Voice: Look, we both are men of determination. I know all about you and what you have done in this industry. You are one of the all time greats. A man could do worse than to associate himself with someone with your convictions. As I said, there is a war going on out there, and the smart man knows when to pick a side. I would like to think of myself.. as pretty damn intelligent.

Xplode looks over his shoulder once. He then adjusts his shirt collar and finds a seat upon the nearby wooden desk.

Xplode: Got a name, kid?

Unknown Voice: You bet I do.. and in a few weeks, the world will know it well. James Kash… at your service.

Xplode: James Kash… the name is familiar. So, what are you here to offer me? Like you said, you are a man of intelligence. 

James Kash grins as he finds a seat across from Xplode upon a leather recliner.

James Kash: I am here to offer you the chance to put away President Mac and his idiots goons for good. Like you, I get the damn job done when I set my mind to it. I see a group of men with the same views as I do in the Coalition.. and I want in.

Xplode looks at Kash for a moment..

Xplode: Impressive. Not many men would waltz into my office and put it down like you have. I know talent when I see it. I mean, I look in the mirror ever day. Okay, you are in. I will offer you the chance to be great.

James Kash smiles.

James Kash: Oh, don’t get me wrong, X. I already AM great. My goal… is to be legendary.

James Kash grins from ear to ear and the feed cuts back to ringside.

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Derek Wellings is seen sitting in the boiler room. He looks up towards the camera man and smiles at him.

Derek Wellings: Well, this Friday Night at Rampage, it's time for me and Shadow Man to see who owns this championship. Will the Airborne Ranger break Shadow Man and his winning streak to become the sole Hardcore Champion or will Shadow Man continue his reign of error and become the sole owner of the EWC Hardcore Championship?

I've been doing some deep thinking and soul searching. At Rampage, Shadow Man you'll see a more vicious side of me that Chamber of Horrors prevented to get released.

Derek breaks a jar of screws over his forehead. Blood drips down slowly and Derek runs a finger across the cut and licks the blood off his fingers as the scene changers.

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INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
JUSTIN MATTHEWS

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KURT NEWMAN (C)

Joey Aiello: Well next is our main event! It’s the dangerous Justin Mathews squaring off against our freshly crowd International Champion, Kurt Newman. I am going to say first hand, right now, that I will go on record to claim that this match… will be a match of the year contender! Both of these men are hard hitting and stamina will not be a problem.

Jeremy Piven: I am going to have to agree with you. Kurt Newman has been a strong competitor since his arrival in the EWC. Some look to him as a future World Champion in the company. He has given us every reason to believe that. Personally though, I find him to be a douche.

Joey Aiello: A douche? (Laughing) Either way, Newman will come at Mathews hard and fast. I would like to remind everyone as well that the title will be on the line tonight. We could very well see a changing of the guard.

Jeremy Piven: Justin Mathews can get it done. Newman has already pledged himself to President Mac and his crew. Perhaps the Coalition is looking at Mathews as a possible recruit? Either way.. let’s get to the action. Jessica Stroup is standing in the ring, waiting to begin this match…

The crowd cheers as we see Jessica Stroup in the ring. She smiles as she speaks.

Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall.. and it is for the EWC International Championship! Coming to the ring first.. the challenger.. JUSTIN MATHEWS!!!!

"You're going down" by Sick Puppies blasts through the arena as the stage fills with blue smoke. Justin Matthews walks out from the smoke wearing a hooded cape with the hood up. The cape is black with blue flames on it. Matthews is wearing black tights with blue flames on the sides and no shirt. Matthews stands in the smoke for a few seconds letting the cheers soak in, then begins running down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with fans on his way. He rolls into the ring and poses to the crowd. Matthews takes off his cape and throws it to ringside.

Jessica Stroup: And the International Champion… heading out to the ring next… KURT NEWMAN!!!

The arena erupts with cheers as Voodoo Child by Stevie Ray Vaughn begins to play throughout the arena. Kurt makes his way out with a cocky smile on his face as billions of flashes from cameras from the fans cover him. With the International Title around his waist, Kurt motions with his hands for the fans to cheer even louder. Quickly following Kurt is Alyssa Devine who holds the Awesome Title and the Tag Team Title on her shoulders. Taking Kurt by the arm Alyssa escorts Kurt Newman down to the ring. 

Standing on the ring apron, Kurt sits on the middle rope and watches as Alyssa bends over and makes her way through the rope but stops just as her butt is inches away from Kurt’s crotch. Kurt bites his hand and stares as Alyssa’s butt as it goes back and forth in front of him. Alyssa gives a sexy smile to the camera and blows a kiss before entering the ring. Kurt quickly flips into the ring and stands in the middle of the ring with his arms out raised in the sky as the crowd throws hundreds of colorful streamers of different colors into the ring. Kurt claps his hands in celebration as he quickly grabs the Awesome Title from Alyssa and jumps to a nearby ring post and lifts up the Awesome Title, the Tag Team Title, and the International Title up in the air to show off the titles to the masses. 

Jumping off the turnbuckle, Kurt kisses all three titles before handing them over to Alyssa. As the stage crew pulls all the streamers out of the ring, Alyssa makes her way out of the ring leaving Kurt standing in a corner ready for this match. 

Both men wait in the ring as the referee offers them the rules. Satisfied, the ref nods his head, and points to the ring bell. The bell is rung, starting the match.

Newman and Mathews circle one another. They lock up. A battle of strength is next as both men lock hands and lean in hard. Mathews is first to gain the advantage as he brings Newman in for a side headlock. Newman reverse the hold into an arm lock. Mathews slaps his shoulder and counters as well, sending Newman across the ring with an Irish Whip!

Newman hits the ropes hard and returns, leap frogging over Mathews! Mathews spins around though and catches Newman by the arm, performing a arm flip take down! Newman surprises the entire arena as he kicks up back to his feet! Newman kicks Mathews in the gut and then brings him in tightly, nailing a snap suplex!

Mathews hits the mat hard but rolls away and slides out of the ring. The crowd cheers as Newman stretches in the ring. He then taunts Mathews to get back in the ring. Mathews nods his head and fakes a slide. He then slides into the ring, but is met by Newman instantly. Newman stomps Mathews but Mathews keeps pushing forward. He shoves Newman into the corner of the ring! Mathews then drives his forehead into Newman’s eye socket, taking the champion off guard. Mathews uses an European uppercut, catching Newman on the jaw, before lifting Newman up and over his head, sending him into the mat!

Joey Aiello: Excellent start to this match! Both men are establishing their offenses tonight. I am liking this.

Jeremy Piven: We can see that Mathews is making headway against the champion though. I am not sure if Newman expected this sort of offense out of him!

Joey Aiello: This match is far from over, Jeremy. We will have to see.

Mathews is shown leaning over Newman as he locks in a sitting sleeper hold. Newman struggles to get up but Mathews keeps on the pressure. As the fans scream with approval, Mathews drives his knees into the exposed spine of Newman. Finally, Mathews performs a snap neck drag as he lunges over Newman, twisting Newman forward.

Newman rolls on the mat, holding his neck in agony. Mathews sees this and smiles. Looking at the fans, Mathews points at Newman. Mathews then runs to the corner of the ring and leaps to the top of the turnbuckle post! He then launches into the air, performing a top rope dive! Newman rolls out of the way, just in time as Mathews crashes into the mat!

Newman rushes to his feet, though he is still unsteady due to the damage he has taken. Mathews does the same while he holds his head. Newman snatches Mathews but Mathews slaps his hands away! Mathews then nails a vicious springboard DDT that sends Mathews to the mat in a hurry! Mathews then covers for the pin!!

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Mathews punches Newman and hooks the leg yet again! As the ref drops down to begin the pin, Mathews changes his mind and spins around, locking in an ankle lock!!! The fans scream as Mathews grunts, his entire power being put down upon Newman’s ankle! Newman reaches out for the ropes but they are too far… and he is in danger of passing out.

Joey Aiello: WOW! Mathews just might seal the deal here tonight! This is impressive!

Jeremy Piven: Tonight, Justin Mathews has really made a statement, ladies and gentlemen. Kurt Newman has not had any offense really to think of. He has been taken off of his game.

Joey Aiello: I have to admit, this is truly surprising. Can the champion recover? Can he hold on just a little bit longer?!

Jeremy Piven: Can you shut the hell up with the dramatic commentary?!

Newman reaches out for the ropes… until he finally grabs one! The fans cheer as the referee orders Mathews to release Newman. Mathews does as he is asked. He grabs Newman by the head and both men are on their feet once more.

Newman shocks the arena as he unleashes a roundhouse kick to the side of Mathews’s head! Another kick.. and another…. finds it’s mark, sending Mathews stumbling backward! With the strength of a champion, Newman lunges at Mathews and performs a Pele kick! Newman uses the ropes to get back up as Mathews is close behind him!

Newman waits, then snags Mathews, lifting him into the air for a crucifix slam! Newman then covers for the pin!

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Newman rolls away… then rolls back in, spinning around and locking in a submission of his own! Newman manages to lock in a figure four leg submission as Mathews screams in agony!!

Joey Aiello: LOOK AT THIS!! THE CHAMPION IS BACK IN IT!!! THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!!!

Jeremy Piven: Newman is performing a bit of technical wrestling of his own now. These two men are heavily balanced in terms of in ring skill. This could truly go either way! It’s going to come down to who simply wants it more..

Mathews struggles as Newman keeps the hold locked in! With no other choice, Mathews bites down hard on the leg of Newman, forcing him to release the hold now! Newman rolls away, getting to his feet with a slight limp! Mathew is slow to rise but he does so anyway. He turns… 

Newman catches him and sends Mathews across the ring with a German Suplex! Mathews stumbles forward as Newman races to him. Newman uses a dragon Suplex now, and drives Mathews into the mat. Newman then hooks the leg for the pin.

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Mathews is yanked to his feet by Newman who is on fire now! Newman looks to the fans and offers a thumbs up! He then hooks the arm over his head, and then…

Walking across the ring in a show of strength, Newman pauses with Mathews in tow. He then drives Mathews into the center of the ring and hooks the leg, performing his finisher.. the Gemini Driver! The fans scream in approval as the referee slides down for the pin count..

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Jessica Stroup: Your winner.. and STILL the EWC International Champion.. KURT NEWMAN!!

Newman accepts his strap and holds it over his head in celebration! The fans cheer as he exits the ring and dives into the fans! A mob is formed as the fans slap Newman’s shoulders and hug him, showing their support for the champion!

Once back on the rampway, Newman flips the strap over his shoulder. He then looks up towards the stage area where he sees President Mac. Clapping slowly, Mac nods his head in appreciation as the fans continue to cheer! Slowly, President Mac’s “Army” come out on the stage and stand beside him. Everyone on the stage offers their support as Kurt Newman nods in respect.

Joe Aiello: Ladies and Gentleman, we have seen some absolutely fantastic wrestling tonight. It has been capped off by that salacious battle between Matthews and Newman.

Jeremy Piven: But?

Joe Aiello: But we've got one last surprise tonight that the people in the know won't even tell US about.

Jeremy Piven: That's right, so we literally have no idea what is going to happen...

Joe Aiello: As soon as we return from this commercial break!

The scene fades out as Newman arrives at the top of the stage, greeted by hugs and high fives.

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The fans cheer loudly as they wave their hands in celebration of tonight’s event! Fireworks emit randomly around the arena until one large BOOM bursts out from around the video screen above the ramp way!! Monday Night Brawl has returned to television..

Joey Aiello: Hello and welcome back to another exciting episode of Monday Night Brawl!

Jeremy Piven: Tonight we have had a packed house full of fans, and some absolutely insane action thus far. As most of you all know by now, the war between President Mac and The Coalition has reached a fever pitch!

Joey Aiello: Agreed! The entire locker room is in turmoil and the battle lines have been drawn. I have to say, I hope President Mac can gain control of this place!

Jeremy Piven: WHAT?! The Coalition is the future of this company! You would have to be a fool not to see it!

The lights suddenly turn a light blue hue as “Flawless” by Beyonce begins to play! The crowd immediately stands up to see who the surprise visitor is.

Joey Aiello: Now.. who is that?!

Walking unto the stage is an unfamiliar EWC superstar. Dressed in a sharp business suit, Tara Michaels nods at the fans as she heads down the ramp way with a shake of the hips. As the male fans whistle in appreciation of her beauty, Tara walks up the metal steps and enters the ring as her music continues to play.

Joey Aiello: WOW! Look at the legs on her…

Jeremy Piven: Calm down, girl pants! Besides, I saw her first…

Tara smiles as the fans continue to cheer and whistle. She nods her head in respect as her music suddenly fades to nothing. After waiting a moment for complete silence, Tara speaks.

Tara Michaels: Hello everyone. May I have your attention for a moment? My name is Tara Michaels, and it is a pleasure to be here in an EWC ring. The EWC has an amazing history to it, and to have this chance to be a part of it is something that I can not truly describe to you all. So first and foremost, I would like to thank President Mac and Xplode for allowing me this opportunity.

The fans cheer loudly as Tara claps in return.

Joey Aiello: She is so gorgeous..

Walking around the ring for a time, Tara continues to speak.

Tara Michaels: I am going to get right to the point of why I am here tonight, so that the show can move forward as planned. Recently, I have accepted a very important position within the company. You see, as most of you have noticed, there has been a rift in the locker room that has threatened to turn the entire brand upside down. It has become increasingly obvious that this war has gained the focus of the brand, and that has caused a hardship on Monday Night Brawl. Our current General Manager, Xplode, has decided to that it is now important to have a dedicated leadership role that focuses solely on Monday Night Brawl only. As the General Manager of the EWC, Xplode has offered me this position and I have accepted it. As of right now, I am the new Event Director of Monday Night Brawl.

The fans begin to cheer as Tara returns with a gesture of friendship.

Joey Aiello: I think that this will be a good thing! Maybe we can focus on getting back to business!

Tara Michaels: So that being said, I want to wish the entire locker room a degree of good-

Voice: OH COME ON!!!!

The fans instantly start to cheer as BDC emerges from the backstage area!

Jeremy Piven: Here we go again…

Joey Aiello: Someone needs to get Tara out of the there! BDC will hurt her!

Jeremy Piven: Go ahead.. you do it.

Joey Aiello says nothing as BDC continues to walk down the rampway. He rubs his chin and laughs as the fans in the arena cheer.

BDC: Listen, toots… why don’t you do yourself a favor and go back to whatever barbecue rib joint that Xplode found you in? The EWC doesn’t need anymore bitches like you stinking up my damn ring.

The fans start to boo now as Tara Michaels glares at BDC. BDC slowly walks up the metal steps and enters the ring, closing the gap between the two of them.

BDC: It’s no secret that Xplode and you are tight. You are nothing more than a mouthpiece for him, because he is too chicken to head out to this ring and run this show himself! I have that boy running scared and he knows it!

Tara Michaels: Who..in..the..hell.. do.. YOU.. think you are?!

The fans cheer loudly as Tara steps closer to BDC. BDC smiles as he looks around the arena, not taking her seriously at all.

Tara Michaels: Listen, BDC. You are going to have to get used to the fact that I am running this show now. You know, now that I think about it, you aren’t even a part of Monday Night Brawl at all! Your place is on Friday Night Rampage!

BDC: Well, sweetie… I highly doubt that you are going to be able to make me leave this ring and head back there. So let’s be real here.

The fans suddenly begin to scream as their is movement from under the ring! The ring apron suddenly whips open as we see Xplode step out with a metal pipe in one hand! The fans scream with excitement upon seeing him. In the ring, Tara smiles as she speaks to BDC who is still oblivious to what is taking place.

Tara Michaels: You’re right. I can’t make you leave this ring.. but bet that I know someone who can.

Tara steps out of the way just as Xplode slides into the ring! BDC does not have time to react as Xplode brings the metal pipe crashing down upon his broad shoulders, dropping BDC instantly to the mat! As the fans cheer in excitement of what is taking place, Xplode brings the metal pipe down upon BDC’s limp body again.. and again. Satisfied, Xplode then walks away and yanks off his suit jacket, and then unbuttons his dress shirt! Xplode motions to the backstage area.

Instantly, Mark Storm, Jay Reynolds, and Gabreal Martin run down the ramp way now as the fans begin to boo!

Joey Aiello: What the hell? The Coalition is here!! SOMEONE STOP THIS!!!

Project: Chaos slides into the ring and attacks BDC instantly as he is about to get back up. Mark Storm brings him to his feet and lifts him, only to have Gabreal Martin grab him by the neck and perform a super swinging neckbreaker! Jay Reynolds ascends the turnbuckle and waits for a moment.. only to launch into the air and land on top of BDC!!

Joey Aiello: THEY PLANNED THIS!!! THE COALITION PLANNED THIS FROM THE START!!! THOSE DIRTY BASTARDS!!!

Xplode points to the ropes. Sam Attic now emerges from the backstage area and rushes down the rampway. Smiling, he enters the ring and offers Xplode… a set of handcuffs!!

Jeremy Piven: Oh wow.. this can’t be good.

BDC can do nothing as Jay Reynolds and Sam Attic lift him up and drag him to the nearest ring rope! Mark Storm then slaps BDC and clamps him to the rope with the handcuffs. Gabreal Martin locks BDC’s other wrist to the rope with the extra handcuff!

Tara Michaels: How long did you honestly think that you would get away with the level of disrespect that you have shown this generation of EWC superstars, BDC? Did you honestly believe that you were going to come out here tonight and do the same thing to me? There needs to be a set of order around here, and you are not above the law.

Jay Reynolds slaps BDC a few times, waking him up. BDC sees that he is locked to the ropes and can not defend himself! His face is red with rage, as Xplode takes the microphone from Tara Michaels.

Xplode: I warned you.. but you refused to listen. You never were the sharpest tool in the shed, were you? The EWC that you knew of has long gone away. You were offered the chance to compete, maybe earn a few bucks before walking off into the sunset. Yet, you had to have more. Did you really think that I was going to let you get away with attacking me two weeks ago? You should have recognized where you were in the pecking order, B. Now, I am going to have to make that clear for you.

Xplode grabs BDC by the jaw and leans into him so that the two of them are staring eye to eye!! The fans cheer loudly as BDC shouts at Xplode and spits in his face in defiance!!

Xplode: I CAN TAKE YOU OUT WHENEVER I WANT!! THIS IS MY RING… MY WORLD!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!! YOU WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING IN THE EWC AGAIN!!!

Xplode suddenly steps back. He then lunges forward and brings the metal pipe down across the right forearm of BDC, instantly swelling it up from the impact!!!

Joey Aiello: OH MY GAWD!!! SOMEONE STOP THIS!! I THINK HIS ARM IS BROKEN!!!

Xplode brings the pipe down again.. and again.. on the now black and blue forearm of BDC as he screams in pain! After one more huge swing, Xplode slams the pipe down on the mat and walks away! The Coalition begin to celebrate in the ring as they look out at the fans!

Xplode: BDC… since you have returned, you have been a serious pain in my ass. Now, it’s your turn to feel the pain. Welcome back to the EWC..

“I stand alone” by Godsmack begins to play as Xplode flexes for the fans! Mark Storm raises his championship belt proudly and Jay Reynolds ascends a turnbuckle, smiling at BDC’s limp body. Gabreal Martin pounds his chest and Sam Attic leans against the ropes as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring. We then see Tara Michaels as she claps for the Coalition, content with how things turned out.

Joey Aiello: I don’t know what to say, Jeremy. I am truly speechless.

Jeremy Piven: That’s a first. BDC may have bit off more than he could chew and the tide has now shifted in favor of the Coalition. That being said, I am Jeremy Piven, and next to me is Joey Aiello. Good night.. and see you next week.

The scene fades to black with the lasting images of The Coalition as they celebrate in the ring and fans litter the ring with paper cups and other trash, aimed at the newly formed group of mayhem.