MNB #422 - LOS ANGELES - 05.04.15

[President Mac]

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 422



^{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}

» THE ROAD TO NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS XII

EWC BRAWL
May 4, 2015
Live From the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

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 421.

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 Staples Center in Los Angeles is electrifying. Spotlights circle around the arena as the thousands 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.

The feed fades in we see the fans cheering, various fireworks emitting from behind them! Crowd signs are waved from left to right, and with each turn of the television feed, it is easily noticed that the excitement is at a fever pitch! 


Various fans are shown in the arena as the EWC gives some TV time for a lucky few. The first fan addresses hsi displeasure with the unrest in the company.




The second fan shown next makes his opinion on who should lead the company looking forward into the future!




And lastly, the camera stops on one more fan, albeit quickly before moving on...




As the feed quickly shifts from the fans, we are left with Joey Aiello and Jeremy Piven. Both men are dressed in sharp suits as they smile at the viewer. Monday Night Brawl.. has begun.

Joey Aiello: Good evening and welcome to another exciting episode of Monday Night Brawl! May the Fourth be with you! I am Joey Aiello and sitting next to me is my co-host.. Jeremy Piven. Jeremy, we have an absolute packed house tonight. This is amazing!

Jeremy Piven: Agreed! You know, while this civil war that the locker room is experience may be in full effect, it is safe to say that the ratings for the company as a whole are shooting through the roof! Stock prices are launching across the board! Even Friday Night Rampage is catching fire!

Joey Aiello: That's right. You know, two weeks ago, we watched in horror as Tara Michaels was viciously assaulted on Friday Night Rampage. Let's watch the footage from Friday Night Rampage, where Ruthann Parks and Tara Michaels found themselves.. at odds.

Footage from two weeks ago:

The footage begins as we see Tara Michaels, Ruthann Parks, and Xplode in the ring.

Tara Michaels: You really truly need to show some respect towards this man. You come out here and tell him you love him. This is a man that is suppose to be the father of your child. This is a man you suppose to love and you standing here telling him you not on his side. You want to talk about you all about the fans. You have to realized something this is the man that hold your life in his hand. He a man that has power here and he could made your life a misery hell.” 

Ruthless looks at her closely. The crowd boos her a bit as Xplode stands back and watches closely.

Tara Michael: Ruthless Aggression, You show tonight to everyone around here why you shouldn’t be the EWC Champion. You truly believe there people in the back that is happy you have that title around your waist. You even show tonight earlier you are no real woman. You call me out of me name.....

Ruthless kicks Tara in the midsection and lands a vicious Drop Zone right in the middle of the ring. The crowd goes crazy:

Crowd: HOLY SH*T

Crowd: HOLY SH*T

Crowd: HOLY SH*T

Xplode drops his head as Ruth looks down at Tara. Ruth places the title over her shoulder and looks over at Xplode with a grin. Ruthless winks at him as her music comes blasting over the speakers. She stands on the outside of the ring with a grin on her face, as she peers back at Xplode tending to Tara in the ring.

[End of Flashback]

Joey Aiello: Can you believe that? Tara was so perfect.. so gorgeous, and she was attacked for simply doing her job?

Jeremy Piven: Yes, and according to word backstage, Tara will not be on the show tonight due to injuries sustained in this situation. It's crazy that this type of thing is being allowed to happen.

Joey Aiello: That's the Era of X that you support... it's pure chaos in the EWC.

Suddenly, a woman walks out unto the stage area! The fans cheer loudly as we see Tara Michaels! As the fans boo loudly now, Tara smirks as she takes care of her right shoulder.

Joey Aiello: Tara is here?! WOW! This shows how tough she is! Despite the attack from Ruthann Parks, Tara is here to stand up to her bullies! She is a role model for everyone to follow!

Jeremy Piven: Dude.. someone is seriously drinking her Kool Aid! I mean, I think she is hot too but seriously.. get your nose out of her panties, will you?

The two men continue to bicker as we see Tara Michaels on the stage.

Tara Michaels: Hello EWC Universe.... I am Tara Michaels. As the footage just showed, I was attacked last week by a woman whom I considered... a respected ally. Ruthann Parks was a figure head for what all women in professional sports should strive to be. She achieved greatness in a sport once dominated by men, and became a WORLD Champion amongst a locker room full of beasts. Sadly, she has become lower than a beast since winning that strap, and she clearly showed her disrespect for authority by attacking me last week.. on Friday Night Rampage.

Tara paces the ring as the fans boo loudly.

Tara Michaels: I understand and realize that Parks and Xplode have a complicated history together to say the very least. I had no intention on getting in the middle of that, as just like her, I only wished to carve out a name for myself in the EWC in my own way. The EWC is the greatest promotion in sports entertainment, and you.. the fans.. are the greatest fans in the world. Sadly, all of us women are now represented.. by a stupid bitch who just can't see when she has it good around here. That.. is about to change.

The fans boo louder now as Tara smiles with an evil grin. She waits for a moment, and then speaks once more.

Tara Michaels: A man by the name of Devon Hearst has approached me with some personal business that involves Ruthann Parks and him. Mister Hearst seems like a respectful man, and it is my pleasure to make sure that a new talent such as he receives the proper care as he prepares to embark on a new career here.. in the EWC. I am deeply troubled, however, as to how Ruthann Parks could have any business with Hearst, be it true or just rumors. An EWC champion should represent the best of us all.. and it has become clear that Parks is far from that. She is nothing more than simple trailer trash who has been allowed to progress too far for too long. I will be conducting an investigation into Parks and her background status here in the EWC. Should I find that she has broken ANY rules... and I mean ANY.. I will approach Xplode and ask that she be stripped of her championship belt.

The fans really let her have it now as they boo loudly.

Tara Michaels: I am sure that Ruthann probably thinks that she is in good with Xplode, and that she will be protected from our esteemed general manager but I assure you.. this is not the case. Just like her.. I am also a woman. I have my own charms and I assure you, I am VERY convincing when I wish to be. There is a face in this company for all women to look to as a role model and that face.. is mine. How does it go again, Ruthie? Oh yes. Let the blood flow? Well, I say... It's time for YOU.. to go.

The fans begin to boo as Tara walks backstage and out of sight.

Joey Aiello: Wow... I am speechless.

Jeremy Piven: We will be back.. after these messages.

[President Mac]

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene opens up where we see a large garage type area. Crates are piled high and a semi truck is parked in the background, emblazoned with the EWC logo. As the sounds of the fans are heard in the background, we see Project: Chaos. Jay Reynolds is seated upon a stack of boxes as Gabreal Martin paces in front of him. To his side, Mark Storm polishes his championship belt. The fans boo loudly as Martin speaks:

Martin: Let me tell you something, boys. I need to be honest with you. I don't see how we are gaining a damn thing by being loyal to X. What the hell has he done for us besides getting us caught up in his little war against Mac? We don't need him... we never have.

Storm drapes the championship over his shoulder and steps in front of Martin, a look of determination upon his face.

Storm: I don't think you see the bigger picture here, Gabreal. We are royalty in the locker room these days! No one will even dare to look us in the eyes anymore, because they never know what will happen to them later! Xplode has placed us in position to rule this damn company!

Jay Reynolds suddenly stands up and steps between both men.

Reynolds: Speaks for yourself, man. I won't lie, Xplode sure has been good to you. I mean, look at the championship belt on your shoulder and you will find all the proof that you need, right? The thing is, I don't remember us forming our little group just to make YOU look good, you know? This is a team effort.. or nothing. We rise and fall as brothers in chaos... nothing less will be acceptable.

Martin: Then what do you suggest?

Reynolds looks at both men, and then a sly smile forms across his face.

Reynolds: I say.. we continue this little charade with Xplode just a little bit longer. Then, when he needs us most, we establish just who is in charge of this... Coalition. You know what I am saying?

Mark Storm nods his head and Gabreal Martin slaps Jay on the shoulder.

Martin: Now THAT'S what I am talking about.

All three men slowly walk away out of site. The crowd is heard mumbling amongst themselves just as we see Sam Attic! Coming out from behind the boxes, Attic scratches his chin. Having heard the entire conversation, he is faced.. with a decision. Coming to grips with what he must do, Attic heads down the hallway.. towards a door that simply reads:

EWC General Manager.

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SHOW OPENER
RED DRAGON Vs CORY CHEVELLE

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The camera comes back to the stage and Red Dragon starts to come out.

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. Movement is seen near the entrance as Red Dragon pushes the curtain aside with the end of his ever present femur wrapped in barbwire steps into the arena. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet resting the femur on the ropes

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown reigning in 235 lbs, Red Dragon!

Aiello: Well here comes so one who is on what I mean a "losing" streak? But lets face it, his match with Sam Attic ended in a no-contest.

Piven: True, but tonight he's going to fight Cory Chevelle.

The camera heads back to the stage and Chevelle makes his way down the ring.

“Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either fool, or a coward. He Who that can not take care of himself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say unto his assailant: 'If I live, I will kill you.' 'If I die, you are forgiven. Such is the rule.. of Honor.”

BOOM! Just as the opening chords of “Devil gets your soul” by Nick Nolan open, the stage is lit up by a large explosion on stage! The entrance is nearly blocked out of sight completely with a huge cloud of smoke, and a silhouette begins emerging. A massive shadowy frame then walks forward, and emerging from the smoke, pounding his chest shouting “TIME TO FIGHT!” He is.. 'The Silverback' Cory Chevelle!

"Out here, we play for keeps
Ain't one of us is innocent
We all got blood on our hands
It's time for reckoning
No one will come to your defense
Chevy will cut you down where you stand.."


Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Bearcreek, MO weighting in 290 lbs "The Silverback" Cory Chevelle!

"WHEN YOU FALL DOWN ON YOUR KNEES
BEG FOR MERCY, MR. PLEASE!
THE TIME HAS COME TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT!
THERE AIN'T NO JUDGE FOR PLEADIN' TO
HE DONE CONVICTED YOU!
THE DEVIL GETS YOUR SOUL TONIGHT!"

Chevelle stands still at the top of the stage for a moment, his cold blue eyes staring straight into his opponent's eyes. Chevelle has the face of a stone-cold-killer right now. Many fans eyes are all drawn to the Olympic gold medal he has hanging around his neck though. He hops in place, landing on one foot then the other, then comes lunging forward, flexing and putting his physique on display for the world watching! Frank Leary, Cory's manager walks out behind him as Cory begins walking down to the ring, not taking his eyes off of his opponent. Chevelle stops at the ring, hopping up to the apron on the outside, and entering. Chevelle stretches and warms up while staring across the ring at his opponent, his eyes soulless as ever.

The ref tell Red Dragon and Chevelle the rules of the match and then rings the bell, Chevelle and Dragon look at eachother and Chevelle runs at Dragon and german suplexes him, he starts doing some mma knees to the laid out Dragon who is starting to bleed a bit.

Aiello: Man, Chevelle just started the match and now he's just beating the shit out of Dragon.

Piven: Right, but can Dragon make a comeback?

Chevelle laughs at Dragon and picks him up by the hair and throws him in the rope and waits for him and goes for an clothesline but Dragon ducks and dropkicks Chevelle on the rope and runs up the top rope and missle dropkicks Chevelle and he falls on his knees and lays on the rope and Dragon gets up the top rope and taunts but that gives Chevelle enough time to recover and shake the ropes and then back suplex him and go for the cover.

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KICKOUT!

Piven: Wow, Dragon got some offense there but Chevelle is not letting Dragon get away with that.

Aiello: True, but what can Dragon do to possibly catch up to Chevelle and maybe make one of the biggest upset  in the EWC?

Chevelle who is mad and argues with the ref and then looks at the hurt Dragon dragging himself to the ropes and Chevelle waits for Dragon to get up and lay in the turnbuckle, when he finally does he clotheslines Dragon and then puts him in the Silverback Death Clutch but Red Dragon fights his way out and spinebusters Chevelle and then goes on the top rope and does the Nail in the Coffin! But Dragon dosen't have enough power to go for the pin due to the pain he had earlier in the match.

Piven: THIS IS RED DRAGONS MOMENT! HE COULD PULL OF AN UPSET!

Aiello: Lets see, will Dragon be able to make it?

Dragon crawls to the turnbuckle and notices Chevelle is down and drops down for the cover.

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ANNNDDDD




KICKOUT!

Red Dragon can't believe it and is shocked, rolls over Chevelle and goes for the Devils Clutch but Chevelle rolls over the move but Red Dragon manages to lock him in a rear naked choke hold but Chevelle starts to get up and fights and then spins and then Red Dragon falls off Chevelle and flys and Chevelle catches him and hits him with the Gorilla Warfare! Both men are out but Chevelle crawls and lays on Red Dragon and goes for the cover.

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“Devil gets your soul" by Nick Nolan plays as Chevelle gets up and the ref raises Chevelles arm and then leaves the ring as Dragon lays in the ring in pain as some EMT's help him out the ring.

Piven: What a great match between these two, but Chevelle came out as the winner.

Aiello: That is true, but we will be back after a short break.

The camera is shown on a bloody Red Dragon sitting outside the ring then shows Chevelle celebrating before leaving to the back and MNB goes on a short break.

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene cuts backstage to a close up to Kurt Newman's locker room. As the camera zooms back, you can start to a see one lady standing by the door. Then another. And another, and another, and another until the camera is zoomed back enough where you can see a line full of women wrapped around the corner of the hall. Behind Kurt's door you can hear grunts and moans of two people until finally a climatic grunt. Then, dead silence. A few seconds pass and the door suddenly opens to show a hot looking blonde making her way out of the room with a very satisfied look on her face. Fixing up her hair, she walks away. Sweating and breathing deeply, Kurt with the International around his crotch makes his way out and looks at the lady next in line. The two give each other a sexy smile before Kurt leans over and whispers into her ear. She gets a huge smile on her face as she bights her lip and makes her way past Kurt to enter the room. Kurt is about to follow her but stops as he notices the camera.

Kurt: Oh hey there friend's! Kurt Newman here! One half of the EWC Tag Team Champions and holder of this very International Title.

Kurt points down at the International Title around his naked waist.

Kurt: Now for the past month or so Project Chaos and Xplodes little group of misfits and bingo hall wrestlers have been trying to make their marks here in EWC and guys like myself and the rest of Mac's marry group of wrestlers have been trying our best to hold them back. It's a deadlock now with neither side really giving up ground. Now while guys like Shadow Man, Floyd, and Wellings have been getting most of the action for our side, I've been wondering why Project Chaos haven't been setting their eyes on me lately. I mean when this whole thing started guys like Mark Storm, Gabreal Martin, and Jay Reynolds had a major hard on for me. They wanted a piece of Kurt Newman. They wanted the International Title. They wanted the Tag Team Titles. They talked, and talked, and talked some more but none of them had the balls to step over that line and cross my path. That's the problem with you boys.....all talk and when you finally do decide to fight.....it's from behind.

A hand comes from the room and tries to bring him in but Kurt holds his hand up and tells her to hold up a second.

Kurt: Hold up a second.

The hand goes back inside, giving Kurt the chance to continue the promo.

Kurt: Now I know you don't want any part of me because it'd take the entire group of Project Chaos and your buddies to take me out.......but sooner or later you're going to attack me from behind like the little child molesters that you are and you're going to put a good old beating on little old me. Well when that day comes, do me a favor and do it like true men and kick my ass when I can see it. Say a quick little hello, tell me your with the Girl Scout troop 275, and that you're going to give me a box full of knuckle cookies. And if you ever do decide to grow some and cross my path......I'll tell you right now I'm going to be bighting someone's nipple right off because I will not go down without a fight. Now if you'll excuse me.......I got something else to pound tonight.

Kurt gives a cocky grin as he makes his way into the room and closes the door behind as BRAWL cuts to commercial.

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BACKSTAGE

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The fans instantly cheer in the arena as we see Ruthann Parks! Tying her shoestrings, she glances up as her championship belt sparkles from across the room. Proud of herself, Ruthann smiles and finishes what she is doing, only to stand up shortly after. She turns around and finds herself face to face.. with Kurt Newman!

The fans scream with approval even louder now as Ruthann Parks takes a step back. Newman smiles assuringly and holds his hand out in a symbol of peace. Parks accepts it, and the two shake hands.

Newman: Hey there, champ. I just wanted to stop by and congratulate you on what you did to Tara Michaels last week. That was very gutsy of you, seeing as you have those connections to Xplode and such. Very impressive. It's nice to have you on our side.

Parks smiles and reaches for her championship. She can't help but notice Newman staring at the strap as she does so. Flipping the strap over her shoulder, Parks stands defiantly with her posture as she answers him.

Parks: First of all.. thank you. I needed to send a message to X and I think it came across just nicely. you have a few things wrong though. You see, I am not on YOUR side. Hell, I am not on ANYONE'S side in truth. I love Xplode, and I always will. That little situation last week was between him and I.. and the stupid bitch who got in the way. None of that had to do with the war that you guys have going on. So don't get ahead of yourself.

Newman takes a sigh of frustration.

Newman: Okay. Well, either way, good job.

Parks: I know what you are up to. You came in here expecting to shore up another person to have your back because let's face it, Xplode has been making you all look pretty stupid each week. The only thing that matters to me is my championship, my family.. and the fans. They are the only army that I need.

Newman nods his head as the fans cheer in the background.

Newman: I understand Ruth. I really do. No offense was meant. Make no mistake about it though. You will eventually have to choose a side. This war and how it ends will affect everyone in the promotion. If you think for a second that Xplode won't rip that title belt off of your shoulder and wrap it around his waist, you are mistaken. You are going to need friends, ones who can have your back. Find me when you do..

Ruthann watches Kurt Newman as he exits the locker room. Shaking her head in disgust, she speaks out loud.

Parks: Sadly.. you are not the one I will go to if I have to make that choice, kid.

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MATCH 2
SAM ATTIC Vs JACK REDD

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Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Standing 6'2" and weighing 235 lbs, he is SAM ATTIC!

"In the City" by Kevin Rudolf plays as the lights dim and the first strains of music blast into the arena, the lights begin to flash as Sam enters in a sequined robe. The lights making it sparkle, his arms outstretched and open towards the crowd. Slowly and deliberately walking to the ring with his normal smirk spread across his face, he slowly walks around the ring and finally enters. Stepping to the center, he slowly grinds and removes his robe, his tights showing the face of his opponent. He tosses the robe out of the ring and takes a corner, looking around like he is bored.

Aiello: Sam Attic, what can say about this young man? He's one of the EWC's fastest rising stars, that's for sure.

Piven: You're tell me, buddy. Sam Attic has everything a young star needs, but don't forget about his opponent. The fearsome, Jack Redd.[/i]

Stroup: His opponent, from Hallock, Minnesota! Standing 6'3" and weighing in at 200 lbs, he is BIG JACK REDD!

"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.

Piven: EWC's possibly more frightening superstar. I'm getting the creeps just looking at this guy.

Aiello: LUCKILY, we won't have to fight him. Unfortunately, Sam Attic does.

The bell rings as both Jack Redd and Sam Attic quickly circle the ring before Attic rushes forward and catches Redd with an open palm slap to the face. Redd grabs his face from the impact as Attic taunts to the fans laughing at Redd. Redd responds with a slap of his own and than quickly locks a hammerlock on Attic. Attic tries to get free as Redd applies the pressure before grabbing him by his hair and slamming him against the mat. Attic makes his way back to his feet and meets Redd in the middle of the ring.

Aiello: Both men are looking to gain the upper hand at the beginning of this match.

Piven: Neither one has been able to gain control over the other as they've both been balanced in the early going.

Redd sends Attic to go the ropes with an irish whip and attempts a clothesline, but Attic ducks the attempt. Redd rebounds off the ropes and Attic catches him with a drop toe hold in the middle of the ring. Attic pops back up to his feet and hit the ropes connecting with a leg drop across the back of Redd's head. Attic taunts the fans a bit more before dropping an elbow right in between the shoulder blades of Redd. Attic drives his right knee into the lower back of Redd before grabbing his head and locking in a rear naked choke. Redd tries to fight out of the hold and slowly makes his way back to his feet while Attic transitions his hold into a headlock. Attic applies the pressure as Redd pushes him towards the ropes. Attic bounces back and plants Redd down on the mat with a shoulder block. Attic charges the ropes and bounces back towards Redd. Redd drops to the mat as Attic leaps over him continuing his momentum towards the ropes. Attic bounces back and takes Redd off his feet with a calf kick in the middle of the ring.

Aiello: Attic has taken control of this match and won't give Redd an inch to gain any momentum.

Piven: You have to keep the other man down, no matter what it takes and Sam Attic is doing just that in the opening of this match.

Attic grabs Redd by his face and slowly pulls him back up to his feet catching him with a back elbow straight to the face. Attic grabs Redd by the head and quickly drops him on the mat with a snap suplex. Attic doesn't let go, but simply rolls over guiding Redd back to his feet and once again quickly drops him on the mat again with another snap suplex. Attic still has ahold of Redd and slowly drags the man back to his feet before driving him knee into his head and planting him on the mat with one final snap suplex in the middle of the ring. Attic makes the cover as the ref hits the mat to make the count.

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Redd kicks out right at the count of two angering Sam Attic who pummels Redd with heavy rights and lefts before taunting the fans showing off his handy work. Attic has a big smirk across his face as he charges the ropes. Redd attempts to make his way back to his feet, but Attic bounces off the ropes and catches him with a low dropkick directly to the face. Attic begins to taunt Redd begging the man to make his way back to his feet.

Aiello: Sam Attic is just toying with Jack Redd right now while boasting and bragging to the fans loving every minute of it folks.

Piven: Attic better be careful that these antics don't come back to bite him in the ass when he least expects it.

Attic stands on the second turnbuckle facing the crowd yelling at them and bragging about his handy work. Redd makes his way back to his feet and spots Attic standing on the turnbuckle charging over. Redd hops up on the second turnbuckle quickly grabbing Attic around the waist and planting him on the mat with a release german suplex. Redd makes the quick cover as the ref hits the mat for the count.

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but Attic kicks out before the count of two. Redd pulls Attic back to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Redd keeps ahold of Attic quickly following behind him catching Attic with a knee to the midsection as his bounces back. Redd sends Attic across the ring with another irish whip still holding on and once again catches Attic with a knee to the midsection as he bounces back from the ropes. Redd guides Attic to the middle of the ring and drops him on his back with a russian leg sweep. Redd hooks his legs for the cover as the ref his the mat for the count.

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 but Attic kicks out right at the count of two.

Aiello: Redd finally waking up in this match and taking it to Sam Attic in the ring.

Piven: I told you that Sam Attic's arrogant ways were going to come back and bite him in the ass and Jack Redd just proved it.

Jack Redd grabs Sam Attic and catches him with a open palm jab before quickly locking in a standing sleeper hold. Redd applies the pressure trying to take the life out of Attic in the middle of the ring. Attic tries to get free, but Redd has the hold locked in tight and continues to apply the pressure every time Attic tries to move. Attic starts to slowly fade away as Redd keeps the hold locked on tight. Attic's hands drop to his side and the ref quickly grabs his right arm lifting it into the air. The ref releases Attic's arm and it quickly falls back down to his side. The ref yells out 1 before grabbing his arm again and lifting it back into the air for a second time. The ref lets go and just like before Attic's arm falls back down to his side. The ref yells out 2 as he grabs Attic's arm again and lifts it into the air for a third and final time. The ref releases his arm and Attic manages to shoot his arm back into the air before it falls to his side for the third time. Attic delivers a stiff back elbow into the midsection of Redd, but he refuses to let go of the hold. Attic delivers another and another and another stiff back elbow to the midsection of Redd, as he slowly starts to loose his grip. Attic winds up with a big back up to the midsection, but Redd lifts Attic into the air and plants him on his back with a Sleeper Drop. Redd hooks his legs for the cover as the ref begins to make the count.

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Aiello: Jack Redd trying to slow down the pace of this match with that standing sleeper hold in the middle of the ring.

Piven: Attic attempted to break free from Redd's hold, but Redd managed to take him down to the mat for a count of two.

Both men make it to their feet, but Redd catches Attic in the midsection with a stiff kick and attempts a swinging neckbreaker, but Attic follows through and catches Redd with a swinging neckbreaker of his own. Attic makes his way back to his feet and catches Redd with a standing dropkick as his makes his way back to his own feet. Attic locks in a rear headlock and really cranks on the neck of Redd in the middle of the ring. Attic shows off for the fans by pulling off a handstand while keeping the rear headlock locked on tight. Attic than applies the pressure while slowly guiding Redd back to his feet with the rear headlock still applied. Attic taunts the fans by gyrating his hips is slow circles before dropping Redd of the mat with a modified back breaker. Attic quickly hooks the legs of Redd for the cover as the ref begins to make the count.

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However Redd kicks out right after the count of two once again.

Aiello: Sam Attic is desperately trying to put Jack Redd away here with these back to back covers.

Piven: It takes energy to keep kicking out and Attic knows he may get lucky picking up a quick pinfall on Jack Redd tonight.

Sam Attic wraps his fist in the hair of Jack Redd and forcefully pulls the man back to his feet. Attic delivers a series of quick hard closed fists shot to the head of Redd before hitting the ropes and taking the man off his feet with a running neck breaker in the middle of the ring. Attic quickly hops up to the nearest turnbuckle taunting to the fans before leaping through the air and connecting with a moonsault. Attic hooks the legs of Redd again for another cover as the ref makes the count.
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Aiello: What is it going to take for one of these men to put the other away?

Piven: Who knows, but we both know that these men are both fighting and do not give easily.

Sam Attic grabs Redd once again forcefully pulling the man back up to his feet. Attic drives his forehead deep into the face of Redd over and over and over again. Attic grabs Redd and drags him over to the ropes. Attic swings the legs of Redd and hangs them off the ropes while holding onto his head. Attic smirks arrogantly to the fans before connecting with a rope hung DDT. Attic returns to his feet stalking Redd as he slowly makes his way back up to his feet. Attic grabs Redd and connects with the Crybaby in the middle of the ring. Attic doesn't stop there by pulling Redd back up to his feet and with the Kansas Tornado. Attic hooks the legs of Redd for the cover as the ref makes the count.

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Winner: Sam Attic

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner of the match up via pinfall, Sam Attic!

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BACKSTAGE

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Suddenly we cut backstage. In the distance we can hear kicks and punches being thrown and a body hitting the ground. The camera man begins to rush towards the sounds of violence. He stops just in time for us to see the door to a locker room. The name on the door says "Liz Smalls". Standing in front of the door is Nirvana and a blonde haired woman, known to most as Prii Foote. In Prii's hand is a handheld camera. Nirvana's mask is torn from the left eye down, revealing quite a bit of his wrinkled face.

Nirvana: I didn't realize she could actually fight.

Prii Foote: I got it all on camera.

Nirvana nods and bends down. We can see Liz Small upon the ground, her face bloody as if she just came out of a fight from hell. Prii hands Nirvana a contract with the EWC symbol upon it and a pen. Our masked hero dips the pen in Liz's blood and signs the contract.

Nirvana: Make sure you send that video to Boardwalk Wrestling. I want PVP to see what we did to his woman.

The scene fades out as we go to commercial.

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MATCH 3
NAIROBI JORDAN Vs CHRIS MAVERICK

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Joe Aiello: Folks, I hope you’re ready for this. Our next match of the morning will be explosive. Two of EWC’s brightest and fastest rising star are going to open up BRAWL tonight.

Jeremy Piven: Nairobi Jordan VS Chris Maverick, this will be a very exciting and fun match to watch indeed. We couldn’t have asked for a better opening match if you ask me, Joey.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Okinawa, Japan by way of Paterson, New Jersey, standing 6’ tall and weighing in at 205 lbs, he is NAIROBI JORDAN!

”The Phoenix” by Fall Out Boy hits the PA system, and Flames shoot up from stage The Phoenix jumps through the smoke that was left behind. He stands on the entrance ramp looks in the distance, Nairobi then makes his way to the ring.

Jeremy Piven: Nairobi Jordan, this young man has a real bright future ahead of him. The ladies in the crowd like this man but how much will his opponent enjoy him?

Joe Aiello: Nairobi indeed has a bright future here in the EWC. But I wouldn’t think too much about the ladies love him over as Chris Maverick is making his way here now.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, from Hollywood, CA. Standing 6’2” and weighing in at 209 lbs, he is CHRIS MAVERICK!

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 Chris rolls 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.

Jeremy Piven: Chris Maverick, now’s your chance, show Nairobi what you can really do.

Joe Aeillo: There’s a lot can be done here. Both young men are going trying to get a big win here tonight.

The two look at each other and Chris offer’s his hand to Nairobi. He also extends his hand and the two shake. The fans cheer them as they shake, but as soon as Nairobi release he hits a Spin Kick, stunning his opponent. The Phoenix throws several fists at his opponent and pushes him to the ropes, grabs his hand, tosses him at the rope and as Chris heads back, Nairobi hits a Head Scissors Takedown and follows up with a Spiral Leg Drop.

Leaning over his opponent, Nairobi throws his fists into Chris’s face several times. Fighting back, Chris manages to get onto his feet and tries to push back his opponent backwards with, but Nairobi hits a Running Spin Wheel Kick and The Phoenix picks him up and goes for an Osaka Street Cutter. He flips over his opponent and tries to pin Maverick…



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Shoulder up by Chris Maverick!

Joe Aiello: After a small beat down, Nairobi goes for a pin but it’s way too early.

Jeremy Piven: Can’t hold it against him, he’s trying to pick up the win a little early so he prepare for the next opponent. Can you hold it against him? Nairobi Jordan wants to beat Chris Maverick but it works the other way too.

Nairobi pulls Chris up and hits a headlock. He squeezes onto his opponent’s head hard, but Maverick grabs his opponent’s leg and hits flips him back. Leaning over on side in pain, Nairobi grabs the ropes to help himself up while Chris Maverick quickly recovers and kicks his opponent’s leg. He bends over and Chris sets him up for a Alabama Slam, takes him to the center of the ring and nails it. Once more, Nairobi leans up but gets a Curb Kick to his face.

Maverick gets on top of Jordan’s chest and begins throwing fists on his face. After several strikes, Chris lets him up, bounces off the ropes and hits a Body Splash. Maverick starts to curb stomp Nairobi as he rolls towards the ropes and uses them to stand up. Throwing an overhead punch at Nairobi, he blocks it and throws one back at Maverick but he blocks that attack and instead drives a knee into his opponent’s gut and hits a Swinging Neckbreaker. With Nairobi Jordan down, Chris Maverick goes for a cover…


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Shoulder up by Nairobi Jordan!

Joe Aiello: Another kick out! This time, the young Nairobi Jordan gets his shoulder up after receiving a beat down of his own from Chris Maverick. This match is going to have a lot of back and forth between each other.

Jeremy Piven: But don’t forgot what the Phoenix is, Joe. Every time he goes down, he just rises from his ashes and gets right back up. We’ll see if a Maverick can put out the fire of the Phoenix of if Nairobi can overcome Chris.

Chris pulls his opponent onto his feet and the two start trading blows. This time Nairobi gets the upper hand when he kicks his opponent in the stomach then hits a Vertical Suplex. Jordan drops several elbows over Maverick’s throat before going to the corner and hits a Plancha. Chris Maverick rolls out the ring and Nairobi follows him quickly…


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Nairobi hits his opponent from behind and he dives towards the turnbuckle. Chris leans on it as Nairobi walks over; he grabs Chris by his head and tries to smash him into the turnbuckle. However Chris stops the attack by putt his leg on stairs, elbows his opponent’s ribs hard and smashes Nairobi face first into the stairs.




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Chris jumps up on the stairs and allows Nairobi to turn around; once he does Chris jumps off and hits Diving Lariat. The two crash into the announce table but Chris is the first one up, grabs his opponent by the shoulders, gets him to his feet and Clotheslines his opponent against the ring. With a painful expression on his face, Nairobi yells loudly and Chris Maverick tosses Nairobi back into the ring and stands up on the ring’s edge.

Jeremy Piven: Nairobi looks to be in a bad situation now. Maverick’s last attack looks to have really put Jordan’s back past its limit. Are we going to see Chris Maverick leaving with a huge victory or is there a chance of hope for Nairobi Jordan? What do you think, Joe?

Joe Aiello: This is the Extreme Wrestling Corporation; we’ve seen a lot of strange things over the years, Jerry. Teams and factions making up and break up, we’ve seen panda’s win world championships, we’ve also seen legends become immortal so if we see Nairobi Jordan turn this match around and pull out a massive upset win would not be too far out of the question.

Nairobi Jordan slowly gets up and starts to turn around. Chris Maverick starts to turn around only to watch as Chris jumps onto the top rope but Nairobi jumps on the ropes and cases Chris to land face first on the canvas. Turning quickly on his stomach, Nairobi gets on top of Chris, locks his arms around his opponent’s neck and head, hits the Rebellion and goes for a cover…




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The referee holds up a hand of Nairobi Jordan as the fans give a mixed reaction with more cheering.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, NAIROBI JORDAN!

WINNER BY PIN FALL: NAIROBI JORDAN

Joe Aiello: What an incredible win! Chris Maverick brought the most that Nairobi Jordan has seen in a while but it wasn’t enough for the California Dagon as Nairobi Jordan pushed through and continues his way to the top of the EWC.

Jeremy Piven: What a great win indeed. But don’t feel too bad for Chris Maverick; this young star may get knocked down but he always gets back up. Folks, stick around we still have more action tonight.

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BACKSTAGE

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The feed cuts over to office, we see President Mac. Looking out the window of his office, he says nothing for a time. Finally, he glances off to the side and spots a large framed picture. The image within depicts a time long ago, when Mac had first taken over the company. Nodding his head, Mac gathers his things and heads for the office door. Grabbing the door knob, he swings open the door.. and finds himself face to face with James Kash! Mac shakes his head in disgust as he steps back into the room. Kash follows him:

President Mac: I don't think we have formally met. I am the President of the EWC, Danny Mac. Now, it is usually good manners to make an appointment with me before setting up a meeting.

Kash: I don't do appointments. I just came by to see who the enemy is around here.. and that person would be you. Rumor in the locker room is that you are running scared, man. It's a shame. I heard about your career, and I have to say, I am a bit let down by what you are really like.

President Mac: Is there a point to this, or are you just trying to make me put your head through that door?

Kash chuckles a moment before answering.

Kash: THERE YOU GO! Now that is the Mac that I heard so much about! Good. I am glad you still have some sort of backbone left. I really hate taking apart a defenseless person, you know? Make no mistake about it.. that's what I am here for. You know, when I signed on with the EWC, I did so because of the opportunities that were available to me. I wanted to be a legend one day, and from what I knew of the EWC, that seemed like a possibility. Imagine my feelings on the matter when I saw how much you are holding down the new talent in favor of the old, tired, legends of the past? What a damn let down..

President Mac: Xplode has you fooled..

Kash: No, I think you are the one guilty of that. Xplode is the man that you used to be, man. You need to think about that. This isn't a Coalition vs President Mac.... it's a Past vs Present situation. We don't know each other very well, but I think you are smart enough to see that I know what I am talking about here. Or not.. I don't give a shit.

James Kash heads for the office door, but says one final thing before leaving.

Kash: This visit was out of respect, boss. You only get one. My loyalty is to the Coalition. The next time we meet.. we meet as enemies. Remember that.

James Kash starts to whistle a pleasant tune as he exits the office. President Mac says nothing for a time until finally, he unleashes his rage! Grabbing a nearby lamp, he shatters it against the wall, leaving a huge hole in the drywall! Grabbing the metal chair, he brings it down hard upon a wooden desk, splintering it! Panting hard now, Mac takes out his cell phone.. 

President Mac: Hello? Get your ass to the arena! I am putting an end to this crap.. TONIGHT! 

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MATCH 4
TONY SAVAGE Vs SMITH JONES

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

‘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 full length white ring gear with stirrups that cover his white boots. There's a long coloured strip all the way down the right leg of his tights swallowing his right stirrup over his white boot. The left leg is a base of white with a large, coloured fingerprint in thick lines on the left thigh. There is a small maple leaf on the lower leg, just above the left ankle, the same colour as the stripe, the fingerprint, and also the same colour as Candice's lovely dress.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first, being led to the ring by Candice Bergetz, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 229 lbs, Smith Jones.

The stunning strategist Candice Bergetz comes out onto the stage to a round of cheers somewhat louder than the pop for Jones! They stride confidently down to ringside together as the crowd chants 'Let's go, Smitty! Let's go, Jones!' Candice and Smith are arm in arm as people reach out to high five Candice. They arrive at the steps and Smith lets Candice go first. Smith mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron as Candice waits on the apron and then wipes her feet as well. Jones parts the ropes for his lovely manager before entering the ring himself and taking centre. He turns to the entrance way and awaits his opponent.

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, weighing in at 245 lbs and 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 search him, then, jumps into the ring still in street clothes, cracking his knuckles and ready to fight.


Aiello: Well this match is gonna be good.

Piven: Yeah these two men are on the rise here in EWA. 

After checking the wrestlers referee Paul Turner calls for the bell. Tony charges his opponent right after. Jones is caught off-guard and pressed back into his corner, arms coming up to protect his head as Savage throws a barrage of punches.


Aiello: Savage is bringing it to Jones


The blows are nothing more than glancing due to the block, which frustrates Savage further. He takes Jones's wrist, launching him across the ring into the far corner. Smith stops just short, swinging a back elbow that halts the progress of an onrushing Savage and staggers him back. A quick whip around and Jones looks to press his advantage, lunging towards his opponent.


Piven: Looks like it was a momentary pause for Smith.


Before one of his proven deadly strikes can hit, Savage ducks his shoulder, charging in and driving towards Jones. Pinning him into the corner, a series of shoulder thrusts follow, keeping the turnbuckle-based offence going. Each thrust wears down Jones a little more, with Savage not stopping until he feels little resistance to his attacks. At that point he steps back, taking his opponent by the wrist and pulling him into a short-arm clothesline, before dropping into an early pin.



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Aiello: That wasn't even close.

Piven: Yeah but you have to go for it. Any move can be the decisive one Joe.

Both men get up to their feet. Savage grabs Jones and uses pulls him up before flipping him over and back down with a headlock takedown. Not satisfied with the impact, Savage pulls his opponent up again, delivering a second headlock takedown, this time with more hip-pop to get maximum height.


Aiello: Deep headlock takedown by Savage.


Jones is quick to try for a headscissors, and after the initial struggle to get his leg around, does manage to pull K.C back into place. Reaching over he swings down his hand, a loud flesh-on-flesh slap ringing out as Smith plants a huge open-hand chop to the chest of his opponent. Savage writhes from the pain, twisting and pushing the legs off himself to escape the headscissors before scrambling away to the ropes, where he clutches at his chest.

Piven: Ouch.

Aiello: Smith followed that chop with a op with a nice headscissors takedown.

Not wanting to let up, Jones marches over to his opponent... Only to have his knee kicked out from under him. Smith falls throat-first onto the middle rope, where Savage is quick to dive on his back, pressing down with a rope-assisted choke. Turner walks over, and starting the break count.


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Piven: Savage showing signs of desperation.

Aiello: Yes but it still is a move I disagree with.

Jones crawls on his hands and knees. With Jones showing signs of weakness, Savage grabs one arm and helps Jones to his feet. There, he traps the head and drops to his head with a DDT. Savage hooks his far leg in a cover.


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Piven: Close call.

Aiello: Not close enough.

Savage argues with Turner, telling him to count faster while going for a second successive cover.

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Piven: Savage is getting frustrated with referee Paul Turner.

The same fate meets his second attempt, which once again gets a “count faster” call as Savage rises to his feet. Once there, he starts stalking his opponent, being sure to stay behind him as he rises.

Aiello: This isn't going to help.

Jones reaches his feet, staggering back
Savage tucks his head under the arm, looking for a shinbreaker lifting him up into the air.

Piven: Savage is going for a shinbreaker, this could stop Jones for good.

Jones slips thorugh it, landing behind Savage. TONY turns straight into a slap to the face, followed by a second and a third. The rapid-fire shots continue to hit with precision. After what must be the eighth slap, Jones leaps backwards, then EXPLODES forwards with a big kneestrike which, surprisingly, only manages to stagger Savage rather than knock him over.

Aiello: Savage is out on his feet with that kneestrike and this match has turned back to the hands of Smith Jones.

Stumbling back and then forwards, Savage falls straight into a leaping complete shot that puts him on the canvas. He bounces onto his back, which pleases Candice. He heads towards the ropes on the rise, using them for momentum before dropping a knees to his opponent's chest. He holds the landing, flexing his muscles as Turner drops to make the count.

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Piven: If Jones stopped taunting for Candice, he might do better.

The arm thrown up for the kickout is quickly trapped, with Savage flipped onto his front, trapped inside a seated Fujiwara armbar. Discovering his attempts to wriggle free are futile, Savage reaches out towards the ropes. Both his hands and feet fall short in their attempts, and a wrench on the arm confirms that if he doesn't do something soon, there will be no option but to tap out.

Aiello: Fujiwara Armbar, this can be it for Savage.

A final desperation escape crosses Savage's mind. Tucking up, he finds his knees, pushing off them to roll forwards... His feet hooking over the middle rope on the way through and getting the break!

Piven: Close call for Savage.

Jones breaks quickly, not wishing to be cautioned. He lets Savage use the ropes to rise, in part because it makes whipping him off to the far side easier. Savage ducks a standard lariat on the return, hitting the ropes he was sent from originally. Savage bounces off with a spear.

Aiello: Nice spear out of desperation.

Piven: Even if the fujiwara armbar took some of the impact from the spear, it looked like it took the wind out of Jones.

Savage slowly gets to his feet. Jones follows to his feet clutching his midsection. Savage punches Jones in the head and follows up with a second and then a third. Jones is rocked, nearly falling over from the series of punches Savage is landing.    
   
Aiello: After that spear, it Tony Savage is on a roll.  

Savage continues to rock Jones through the punches Jones is knocked off his feet and Savage mounts him with the Savage Beatdown.

Piven: Savage Beatdown, Jones can be easy pickings now.      

Savage gets up and calls for his signature moonshine spit. Savage takes a swig of his moonshine and awaits Jones to be up on his feet. Jones gets up and Savage spits but Jones ducks. Jones lifts Savage up and drops him with a back body drop.

Aiello: Back body drop, that'll change the outcome of the match.

Piven: Forget that, Savage missed the Redneck Crowd Control.

Jones waits for Savage to get up and charges into the ropes Jones rocks the recovering Savage with a clothesline. Jones follows it up with a second running clothesline. Jones run into the ropes again and goes for another but is caught by Savage. Savage turns around and drops Jones with a spinebuster.

Aiello: He caught him with the spinebuster.

Piven: Smith Jones looks rocked.

Savage calls for the end and picks up Jones by the head and neck. Savage put Jones in a front facelock looking for his Dead to Rights but Jones is able to spin out of it. Jones knees Savage in the midsection and tries to hook Savage for Brainbuster but is blocked. Savage goes for a suplex as well but is blocked. Jones lifts Savage up and drops him with the Brainbuster.

Aiello: Brainbuster, that's gotta be it.

Piven: You'd think so.

Savage goes for the pin.



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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, Smith Jones.

Jones gets up and lifts his arms in victory.

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BACKSTAGE

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BACKSTAGE

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We return from commercial, we find Derek Wellings with a EWC Hardcore Championship replica and he stands alone meeting and greeting with fans. He shakes hands with the men, kisses women on the cheek and hugs children. They return his affection and chant "HE'S HARDCORE!" several times.

Derek Wellings: A few weeks again, you guys saw me fighting Shadow Man in the main event at Rampage. What did you people think?

The fans cheer loudly and group of Shadow Man fans take off their shirts revealing lettering that spells "SHADOW MAN FOR LIFE". Derek smiles, points them out and laughs a little.

Derek Wellings: I see the guys from Beta Theta Phi are in attendance. Well it's true, I did have a pretty bad concussion. Luckily that week that President Mac gave us allowed me to recover. Next week, I WILL be be back in action here on BRAWL. Against who? I don't know, but it doesn't matter as I'm still the Hardcore Champion but so is Shadow Man.

The Shadow Man fans continue chanting "SHA-DOW MAN!" Being the optimist he is, Derek manages to calm them down enough.

Derek Wellings: I'll be pleased to let all of you know, I am seeking a rematch at a future date. When that will be is still in the air, maybe it'll be in two weeks at BRAWL, maybe it'll be at Night of Champions XII. So be looking for the last part of the Shadow Man and Derek Wellings three-quel. So are you guys ready for the main event and some free stuff!

The fans start cheering loudly as Derek starts tossing out t-shirts of the Dynamic Duo, Brothers In Law, and for BRAWL. We start to switch over as Derek is joined by Floyd Shooter and the two continue giving the fans free stuff.

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NON TITLE MATCH

NATHAN CREED

Vs

KURT NEWMAN (C)

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Joe Aiello: And now it is time for our main event of the night. Nathan Creed Vs Kurt Newman, in a Non-titled contest.

Jeremy Piven: Both competitors riding a wave of success after last week's Monday Night Brawl.

Aiello: Tonight in Los Angeles, it comes to a head. Two fan favorites go one on one tonight for our EWC fans! Good Ol' Nathan Creed and Mr. Awesome Kurt Newman.

Piven: Let's take it to ringside.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is your Main Event for the evening! This non-titled contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first.....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.

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. 

Jessica Stroup: Standing at 6’0, 220lbs! Coming from Chicago Illinois…..he is The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy……..Kurt Newman!

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. 

Earl checks each competitor for illegal and foreign objects. After that then signals for bell.

Nathan Creed tie up Kurt Newman. They battle within the tie up, Nathan gets the upper hand and draws the smaller Mr. Awesome to the mat by his head. Then Creed punches Kurt in the head and releases him. The fans give a mixed reaction.

Aiello: Nathan Creed gets the upper hand over Kurt Newman.

Piven: Slow start to this Main Event match.

The Man That Puts the Awe in Awesome applauds the technical prowess of Nathan Creed. Kurt Newman hits a Running Heel Kick on Nathan Creed. Nathan Creed shakes it off. Nathan Creed grabs the Big Bad Voodoo Daddy Gutwrench Suplexes him. Then Nathan Creed goes for the pin.


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Aiello: Surprise move and and quick pinfall attempt by Creed.

Piven: Who will get the first major advantage in this match.

PELE' Kick out of nowhere by Mr. Awesome on Nathan Creed. Creed is out cold, and Newman goes for the pinfall. The fans begin a THIS IS AWESOME CHANT!

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Aiello: Back and forth contest between these two.

Piven: Nobody giving an inch.

Nathan Creed gets Snap Suplexed. Then gets back to his feet and hits a Belly to Belly Suplex. Then Kurt Newman Irish Whips Nathan Creed into the ropes and hits a Flipping Dropkick. Nathan Creed gets back to his feet and grabs Mr. Awesome and Irish Whips him to the ropes and hits him with a Powerslam. Then Creed hits a Fist Drop.

Aiello: Looks like momentum swings in the favor of Nathan Creed.

Piven: For how long?

Kurt holds his face. Then gets back to his feet. Nathan Creed hits Kurt with a Full Nelson Slam. And goes for the pin.

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Kickout by Kurt Newman.

Then Nathan Creed sets Kurt Newman for the THE BEAUTIFUL DISASTER! Nathan Creeds shoots the pinfall after The Beautiful Disaster.

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Kickout by Kurt Newman.

Aiello: The Beautiful Disaster is not enough to put away the Big Bad Voodoo Daddy! Jeremy what does Nathan Creed have to do to put Kurt Newman away.

Piven: Probably have to utilize his slight size advantage and try to overpower the high flyer.

A frustrated Creed yells out for the Battle Cry, but it's countered into a Clothesline by The Man With Too Many Nicknames. Kurt drapes his arm over Creed.

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Aiello: Excellent counter by Kurt Newman.

Piven: First man back to his feet will have the advantage.

Hebner begins the 10-count.

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Aiello: Mr. Awesome back to his feet first!

Piven: Let's see what he can do with his second wind.

The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy makes his way Nathan Creed. Picks him up to his feet and hits the CRUCIFIX DRIVER, then before going for the pin hits THE GRENADE!

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Kickout by Nathan Creed.

Aiello: Oh My Lord how did Creed kick-out of that.

Piven: Apparently Creed is the Bionic Man

Kurt decides to go to the well once more and goes for The Crucifix Driver but it's reversed into THE CREDO!

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Jessica Stroup: AND YOUR WINNER NATHAN CREED!

Aiello: Nice counter turn into victory for Nathan Creed.

Piven: Two of our best just did battle in an excellent contest.

Earl Hebner raises Nathan Creed's hand in victory.

Winner: Nathan Creed

Once the ring is cleared from the Main Event of Nathan Creed and Kurt Newman, the lights dim down and the fans stand up and cheer, knowing instantly what is about to happen! As fog machine roll out the mist, President Mac steps on to the stage to a large amount of fanfare! Nodding his head, he heads down the rampway, in the direction of the wrestling ring.

Aiello: The President is here! Just when we thought we had reached our conclusion of tonight's telecast, the show continues. You know if Mac is heading down here, there is big news on the horizon.

Piven: Or maybe he has come to his senses? The war has not been kind to him, that's for sure. His best friend is out with a severely damaged wrist in BDC, his army has been hit or miss in terms of effectiveness, and it is no secret backstage that Mac has been refusing any visits from the media! I think it's time that we hear what is going on in his mind. WE DESERVE THAT!

Aiello: I am going to have to agree with you. I refuse to believe that Xplode has outsmarted and outplayed Mac. With Night of Champions looming ever closer, where will the EWC be in terms of leadership on that night? Let's look to the ring where the President is about to address the EWC Universe!

The fans continue to cheer now that Mac is in the ring. Accepting a microphone graciously from Jessica Stroup, motions that he would like to speak as the fans slowly quiet down, but not before one additional round of applause for the President. Adjusting his shirt, Mac leans on the top rope and speaks.

President Mac: Night of Champions.. it's almost here. You know, when I reopened the EWC, I never would have guessed that we would be in such a state of turmoil at this time. I mean, no matter whose face I look at in the crowd before me, I can see that this war has taken a toll on all of you. I would like to make one thing clear though. My focus, my loyalty, will always be to you fans and to the future of this product. It is my duty to ensure that the EWC never closes down ever again. That being said, Xplode has spoken the truth in terms of how important the new generation of talent in the locker room is to the company. While it is important to always remember those who made this company great long ago, it is also equally as important to recognize who will carry the company forward into the future. So, I concede that to X.

The fans begin to boo and shake their heads as President Mac paces the ring. Motioning with his hands, he asks the fans to let him finish. They agree.

President Mac: That being said, Xplode has gone about business the wrong way. The EWC has an obligation to you fans, the media, and it's sponsors, to provide quality entertainment. We have a responsibility to all ages of fans to be a role model for others to follow. Our programming as of late has not been of that quality, and I apologize for that. I can not continue to let this continue any longer.. no matter the cost. That is why.. tonight.. I am going to set a date to end this war once and for all.

The fans begin to cheer and stand up in their seats!

President Mac: Xplode.. I know that you are backstage watching right now. Come on down here and let's settle this like men. No group attacks, no scheming.. just two former friends who have this company's best interests at heart. I know that you love the EWC just as I do, just as I know that you have a different vision for the company than I do. You have to be tired of the fighting, the power struggle, and the instability. We both know that the two of us can not continue this way. Sooner or later, the EWC will pay the price and let's face the truth here.. it will eventually close down once again at this rate unless we do something about it. So why don't-

Xplode: SPOKEN LIKE A TRUE LOSER!

The fans begin to scream with excitement as Xplode steps through the entrance area! Dressed in a sharp suit, Xplode makes his way down the rampway and towards the ring to meet President Mac alone.

Aiello: OH MY GAWD!!! XPLODE AND MAC.. IN THE SAME RING!!! WILL THIS BE SETTLED TONIGHT?!!

Piven: ...or will Xplode give Mac exactly what he wants.. and finish this once and for all?

Xplode enters the ring as the fans continue to scream with excitement. The arena literally shakes as Xplode circles Mac. Mac does not take his eyes off of Xplode and Xplode returns the stare in the same manner. Finally, both men stand across from one another.

Xplode: The EWC will never close down again, not under my watch. Unlike you, I don't give up. Perhaps you should repeat your old habits, and walk away now and let me have this damn company once and for all. Your crying is getting old. How many of your friends do I have to put in an ambulance to get that through your head?

President Mac: I won't let you get under my skin, Jaden. Look, let's get to the point. We both want this war over. I am not going to walk away though and I know you well enough to assume that you won't be doing anything of the sort either. This war between you and I is going to literally destroy this company.

Xplode: The ratings say otherwise...

President Mac: ..but at what cost? We have half of our roster on injured reserve, Jaden! Even your new girlfriend, Tara Michaels, is out tonight with a concussion!!! We are destroying this company and everyone we care for just to settle an old score between us. It's time to finish this!

Xplode paces the ring for a moment and scratches his chin.

Xplode: Okay, Mac. What do you have in mind then?

President Mac: One match.. to settle it all. Main event.. Night of Champions. The winner of that match gains full control of the company. If I lose, then I concede this war to you and will reinstate you. I will make you the Chief of Operations here in the EWC, effectively giving you control of the shows that we air.... but if I win..

Xplode suddenly lunges forward and stands right before Mac!

Xplode: ....You won't.

President Mac: If I win.. I want you to retire... for good.

The fans cheer loudly as Xplode thinks over the proposition. Finally, Xplode answers:

Xplode: You know, before I give you your answer, let me say one thing. You said a few moments ago that you are all about the EWC brand, right? You understand that the new talent in that locker room holds the key to the EWC's future success. I always assumed that you were a smart businessman, Mac. Think this over. Are you truly fighting this war for the right reasons? Week in and week out, you have fought to make sure that the EWC universe remember the legends of the past. You want these fans to forget change, and to embrace the past. You can't move forward like that.. and a company can not survive with that mentality. People like BDC have had their time in the spotlight. It's those men in the locker room that deserve a chance now. To this point, I have been painted as the evil mastermind in this little war but from where I see it.. I am the hero. I represent the future.

President Mac: Quit trying to manipulate this, Jaden. Do you accept my challenge or not? A final match.. one person from my team against one person in yours. My best against your best... winner takes all.

The fans scream in approval as Xplode thinks it over.

Xplode: Fine.. I agree. You are going to have a hell of a time finding a champion to represent you though, bud. Last time I checked, half your team was either in injured reserve or in danger of being there.

President Mac: ... Except one.

The lights suddenly go out!

When the lights return, we see President Mac, Xplode... and Shadow Man!!! The fans scream loudly as Shadow Man stands alongside Mac, a smirk on his face. Xplode glances at the two of them as the arena literally shakes from the excitement!! Chewing on a large piece of gum, Xplode smiles as Shadow Man speaks:

Shadow Man: You are looking at the face of this company, 'Splodey. I think you forgot that. I am the poster boy for the EWC, the icon of the brand, and a pretty damn good judge of what makes a perfect taco in my opinion!

The fans laugh and cheer as Shadow Man smiles and pumps his fist! Behind him, President Mac looks bothered, but remains quiet all the same.

Shadow Man: If anyone in this ring deserves to represent the EWC.. it's me. So I am going to step into that main event and end this war myself, once and for all. Now is about the time that you ask yourself.. do you feel lucky punk? Is there anyone on your side that can hang with the power of the taco?!

Xplode smirks but he does not back down.

Xplode: I think I can find someone who will put you on your ass. As a matter of fact, I know just the person.... and you are looking at him! I haven't forgotten how you helped screw me over at the Rumble in The Bronx two years ago. You are the final piece of my revenge.. and it's time to end this damn story once and for all. You want a fight.. you got it. If I were you, I would start settling your affairs, kid.

The fans begin to scream with approval as Shadow Man and Xplode step towards one another! Camera flashes blast out and create a strobe like effect as they remain in the center of the ring! Neither man stands down. To the side, President Mac watches intently, a look of concern on his face..

Aiello: OH MY GAWD!!! THERE IT IS! SHADOW MAN VS XPLODE... WINNER GETS THE EWC! THIS IS INSANE!!!

Piven: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is huge news! With that, we have reached the conclusion of tonight's show! Tune in this Friday for Rampage! Take care!

The feed fades out as we continue to see Xplode and Shadow Man, each man standing forehead to forehead.

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