MNB #423 - RALEIGH, NC

[EWC]

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 423



^{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 11, 2015
Live From the PNC ARENA in Raleigh, North Carolina
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

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PRE SHOW MATCH 1
JORDAN TAYLOR Vs JAMES KASH

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Many premier Wrestling magazines have been touting James Kash as the next big thing to hit EWC. After his performance against Jordan Taylor, a lot more people may be listening to what those magazines have to say. The 6’7 behemoth absolutely dominated Jordan Taylor, inside and outside of the ring. In a rare occurrence, Rookie Referee Clint Tocchet chose to call the match after Kash connected with “The Payoff”, one that sent Taylor flying in mid-air from the center of the ring and all the way out to the ringside barricades.

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PRE SHOW MATCH 2
SLADE HARDISON Vs ION

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A match that many had pegged as the one to watch, even as a dark match, lived up to all the hype that it was given. In a 15-minute slobber knocker, both Slade Harrison and Ion put on outstanding displays of their unique talents. Slade connected with not one, but two separate Kentucky Drops. Neither one was able to keep Ion’s shoulders on the mat, sending the already packed PNC Arena in to a manic state. With the fans already getting their money’s worth, Ion stopped the show with a tremendous display of athleticism. With Harrison staggering to his feet, Ion sprinted across the ring and leapt directly on to only the top rope. Without a moment’s hesitation, Ion leapt from the rope and connected with the Ionic Splash. The move sent both men to the mat in a heap, but Ion was strewn across the chest of Harrison and technically in pinning position. The referee made the 3-Count and raised the motionless arm of Ion. EMT’s rushed to the ring to check on the men as the lights dimmed and the countdown to the beginning of BRAWL was underway.

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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 422.

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 PNC Arena 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.

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 his 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...




A chant begins of



MNB



MNB



MNB



MNB



MNB



MNB



MNB



MNB

The fans in the arena cheer loudly as fireworks emit from the stage area! The explosions continue to rock the arena repeatedly, causing the fans to cheer with each burst. The explosions finally come to an end just short of the entrance area, finishing off with a finale consisting of a smokey display. As the fans continue to cheer, the theme song for Monday Night Brawl starts to play! The television feed promptly switches to the announcer's booth. 

Sitting at the announcer's booth is Joey Aiello and Jeremy Piven. Sitting with a smile upon his face, Joey looks at the camera, a dark brown shirt upon his torso that reads "BRAWL".

Jeremy Piven: With the recent acquisition of Awesome Championship Entertainment, we’ve seen a sudden surge of ACE wrestler’s here in EWC as of last Friday Night at Rampage.

Joe Aiello: Well Alan Christopher, the man who built ACE Wrestling, was bought out by our own President Mac. With the acquisition of ACE Wrestling, THE Peter Van Parker, Liz Smalls, “Buffalo” Darrell Davis and “Princess” Melissa Davenport all came with Alan Christopher.

Jeremy Piven: Already, the fans of EWC are really taking negatively towards these invaders. THE Peter Van Parker has an ego the size of Derek Wellings himself, Liz Smalls has been getting into other people’s business-

The feed cuts to images, from Friday Night Rampage, of the members of ACE in the ring. 

Joe Aiello: In her defense, she is a great female wrestler and is putting all others on notice. But it doesn’t excuse her overconfidence and arrogance.

Jeremy Piven: Indeed, the overconfidence over shadowed “Buffalo” Darraell Davis as Princess Davenport made sure everyone knows that she’s the royalty of ACE as well as EWC. They’ve already declared that EWC is their company as they like what they see in their ACEvasion.

Joe Aiello: What a horrible nickname if you ask me. They truly believe they’re the best in the business.

Jeremy Piven: They'll certainly provide even more intrigue to our already burgeoning EWC.

Joe Aiello: That's for su--

The feed suddenly cuts to the backstage area, specifically the parking garage. There is no movement within the frame, as an excited buzz surges through the crowd.

Joe Aiello: Well, I know we were supposed to go backstage to Ace Heart. Ace, are you there?

There is no response, as suddenly a white van pulls in to frame and stops. The unmarked utility van's side door swings open and out steps a squadron of security guards. The guards are clad in slightly beefy gear, not the typical useless attire they tend to have on at these events. Several of the guards holster taser guns as they form in to line.

Joe Aiello: Oh Jeremy, this must be the heightened security that the executives were talking about.

Jeremy Piven: It sure looks like it.

Joe Aiello: This is where this damn war has gotten us.

The men, in single file, make their way in to the backstage areas of the arena and the feed cuts back to ringside with Aiello and Piven.

Joe Aiello: I mean, Jeremy, no one has seen our President or Vice President at the Arena today.

Jeremy Piven: That's correct, and that alone is reason to suspect that Armageddon is approaching.

Joe Aiello: It appears we now have Ace Heart backstage...Ace?

[EWC]

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BACKSTAGE

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Derek Wellings is standing with Ace Heart. The EWC Hardcore Championship over his shoulder, rubbing it softly and the crowd goes crazy.

Ace Heart: Yes Joe, I'm here. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome with me at this time the EWC Co-Hardcore Champion, Derek Wellings. How are you doing this evening?

Derek Wellings: I'm super, thanks for asking. What do you need Ace?

Ace Heart: You've got the returning Cory Chevelle in a few minutes. During April, you were far from successful. Do you think that's going to have any effect tonight?

Derek Wellings: Nope! Everything hits a rough streak and I happen to have hit one again. It'll always happen, everyone always thinks I'm down and out but the further down I go, the high up I bounce. This Hardcore Championship is proof of that. This week, I have to face Cory Chevelle, a loud mouthed who I beat verbally on Twitter and again on EWC's Fighter's Talk and now I gotta face him in the ring. Well, Cory "The Loudmouth" Chevelle, I hope you got your big boy pants on because I'm going to show you why I earned this Hardcore Championship!

Derek suddenly takes off and given out a loud scream.

Ace Heart: Ladies and gentlemen, that was Derek Wellings and he's on his way out. Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven, back to you gentlemen.

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SHOW OPENER/MATCH FOUR
Non-Title

CORY CHEVELLE Vs DEREK WELLINGS(C)

Match Writer: Jon "Gold" Wilder & Cosmo Goldworthy

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Aiello: Oh man, its time for our next match, Cory Chevelle vs Derek Wellings in a No-DQ match!

Piven: I can't wait for this match!!

“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: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 290 lbs.. From Bear Creek, MO.. "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.

Piven: Listen Aiello, this kid is fighting the big deal Derek Wellings, could Chevelle maybe pull an upset and win?

Aiello: I have a mixed reaction about this kid maybe winning, will he win or will he not?

Derek Welling excitedly runs out on top of the Entrance Ramp. He taunts the crowd to raise the roof on one end, and succeeds. Derek then runs over to the other end and taunts the other end successfully. Quickly, Derek runs down to the ring and slides in ala Edge. Pointing to the crowd, Derek pumps his fist back and forth like a pair of pistons, then cups them around his mouth for a shout out. Once the crowd is riled up from the shout out, Derek flexes his arms in a strong man pose, then crosses them over his chest and waits for the match to begin.

Derek gives his title to the ref and Chevelle pulls something from out the corner and its a kendo stick with spikes on it! Derek isn't looking and Cory jabs the kendo into Derek's shoulder, then he keeps slamming it on the same shoulder and then the spikes get stuck on his shoulder and most of them are off the kendo stick, then Cory throws the stick out the ring and the ref pulls the spikes out of Derek's shoulder and the camera closer ups on his shoulder and it has lots of scars on it.

Piven: Oh my god! He just jabbed the spikes into Wellings shoulder!

Aiello: The ref better end this fast, or it wont end good!

Chevelle throws a chair in and slams it on the same shoulder, then he puts Derek's arm inside the chair and Chevelle stomps on the chair!

Jeremy Piven: I hate to interrupt the action, but we're getting word of something strange going on several rows away...


Meanwhile, the camera picks up some activity in amongst the crowds. A guy dressed up as a zombie is revealed shambling amongst the crowd, bumping into or just flat-out shoving people around.



Joe Aiello: I'm pretty sure that's recently-signed nutjob Living Dead Karl."


Jeremy Piven: Does he really think he's a zombie, or IS he a zombie?"


Joe Aiello (sarcastically):"We might never know, Jeremy.

Derek holds his shoulder and screams in pain, Chevelle picks up Derek and powerbombs him 2 times and he goes for a 3rd time but from out of nowhere Wellings grabs some knuckles out of his tights and jabs them in the head of Chevelle mutiple times, blood starts trickling out of his head as he staggers back against the ropes. Derek uses Chevelle's need for recovery to his advantage and drops down outside of the ring. Wellings tosses up the side of the ring apron and begins shuffling things around underneath the ring.

Aiello: Wellings is like a little boy in his toy chest down there.

Piven: That's how my wife feels whenever I take my wallet out of my pocket.

Derek removes a table from underneath the ring and throws it inside. Derek quickly slides back in to the ring and begins to throw punches at Chevelle. Wellings grasps Chevelle and throws him in to the opposite corner. Derek immediately sprints towards the same corner and connects with a heavy clothesline that sends Chevelle to the mat. Derek then sets up the table and puts the chair just in front of it.

Piven: What in the hell does Wellings planned now?

Aiello: It doesn't look like it's anything good, Jeremy.

Derek picks up Chevelle off the mat by his head and places him in a side headlock.

Aiello: Oh my god, no!

Derek begins to sprint at the chair and table, with Chevelle under his arm in position for a Running Bulldog. Derek takes one stride up on to the chair and leaps in an attempt to land the Running Bulldog on top of both the table and chair. Chevelle uses his brute strength to push off of Wellings, which reverses the maneuver for the most part, and sends Derek crashing through the table. The fans can't believe it as both men are knocked out, with Chevelle still receiving a fair amount of damage, and the ref checks on both.

Aiello: Oh my god! Through the table!

Piven: This may be the end of Derek Wellings!

Derek goes for the cover.

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Derek pulls Cory by the hair, picks him up and connects with an Advanced Training! Derek looks down at Chevelle, but does not cover him. Instead, Derek turns and sets up the slightly mangled chair so that someone might sit in it. Derek turns back to Chevelle, picks him up by his air, and sets him up under his arm in a DDT position.

Aiello: Jesus Christ, Wellings! This is too much!

Piven: This isn't like Wellings to humiliate someone. Maybe this War is getting to him.

Derek connects with a DDT directly on top of the chair. The connection produces a sickening thud that echoes out in to the arena. The fans begin to chant:

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

Wellings hooks one of Chevelle's legs and the referee begins to count.

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This Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage plays as the fans cheer.


Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match....DEREK WELLINGS!!!!


Derek leaves the ring and grabs his title. Wellings high-fives fans as he makes his way to the back. Meanwhile, some EMT's walk up the stage and stop Derek so they can check on his shoulder after the spikes.

Aiello: Chevelle tried earlier, but Derek did both of his signatures and then did his finisher and there was no way he would kick out!

Piven: There's only so much a body can take. Even one as big as that.

The camera fades to commercial as more EMT's enter the ring and check on Chevelle.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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[EWC]

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BACKSTAGE

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Aiello: Earlier today, Smith Jones got into the ring to train with someone you might not expect to see in an EWC ring. Take a look.

Cut to a shot of Smith Jones and Candice Bergetz standing at the top of the entrance ramp inside the empty arena hours before Monday Night Brawl! Smith is speaking very quickly and waving his arms as Candice nods her head and listens, perhaps a little confused by his rant.

Smith: So, that’s what I see for our new entrance together, I mean, once we have the hardware to pull it off. What do you think?

Candice: I think I’m the brain of this team for a reason.

She laughs as Smith stares at her. She puts a hand on his cheek.

Candice: It was a joke sweetie. I’m sorry. Of course I love the idea. I think we’re rubbing off on each other. You’re coming up with just, awesome ideas lately, being friendlier to the fans, and I’m actually about to train again.

She removes her hand from his cheek and looks down towards the ring.

Candice: Chances I’ll ever need this training? Slim to none I hope?

Smith: I wouldn’t be too sure of that. Ringside has proven to be a treacherous environment. I’d guess you’d likely come across some dangerous event within the calendar year. I trust that you are currently equipped to properly avoid physical danger, but I admire your heart and your desire to be more physically prepared for what will likely become a reality for us someday. Some people suck. You never know what they’ll do.

Jones thinks back to some random battles from his past. He remembers being attacked during matches and just walking through the backstage area, even in his own locker room! His face wears a deep frown as he shakes his head and banishes the memories.

Smith: You’ll be just fine out there. Let’s get started.

He starts to walk towards the ring. Candice playfully runs ahead of him and stops, placing her hands on his chest as they reach the ring steps.

Candice: Ladies first.

Smith is dressed in his attire for the evening, sky blue full length tights with a wide blue stripe with gray trim running the length of the left leg and enveloping Smith's white right boot. On the left thigh is a large, gray fingerprint and there is a Canadian maple leaf just above the left ankle. Smith’s Agent and girlfriend smiles, and she’s dressed to go, wearing a pair of black workout shorts with yellow stripes down each side and an oversized Smith Jones t-shirt. A pair of black and yellow Nikes complete her wardrobe. Her dark hair is pulled into a ponytail, with a black headband also in her hair.

Candice turns around and walks up the ring steps and then steps underneath the middle rope and enters the ring and begins jogging in place.

Candice: Can you believe in just a few hours this place will be PACKED with fans? Its incredible.

He stares at her as his face turns quickly red and his eyes widen. He takes a rushed breath and urgently blurts out…

Jones: CANDICE!!!!!!!

The tone of his voice catches her off guard as she stops jogging, and physically jumps a little at his shout.

Candice: Okay, I literally jumped. I thought the building was on fire or something by your frantic tone. Is everything okay?

She’s looking at him as he stands outside the ring, unsure of why his face is so red.

Candice: Is red our color of choice tonight?

She asks, jokingly. He does not have a smile in him for her right now. Jones slowly climbs the ring steps one by one, glaring angrily at Candice. He arrives on the ring apron and then widens his eyes even more before he looks down at his own feet and makes a show of wiping his feet over and over again until Candice gets a look of recognition in her eyes. He shrugs at her with a growl.

Candice: I forgot this time, its no big deal like you’re making it out to be. I’m excited to learn, doesn’t that count for something?

She places her manicured hands on her hips, looking at her boyfriend for an answer. He sighs and parts the ropes, walking to centre to meet her. He looks into her dark eyes, as serious as ever.

Jones: Some people look at that ritual as just a cool thing to do or maybe even as a sign of respect for the wrestling ring or the sport. Those ideas are valid and true even, but to me there is even more to this. The reason, honey, why I wipe my feet every single time is because in professional wrestling ritual and repetition keep me out of the hospital. It’s only when I do things wrong or different or try to change something in the moment that I run the risk of getting injured and shelved for months. If I do every move, every nuance the same every time, it will be safer. When I wipe my feet, I remind myself not to fuck around in here. Be safe. Be respectful. Do not forget.

He sighs again as if he’s exhausted himself in speaking so much. Candice was nodding her head the entire time, taking in every word carefully.

Candice: That’s where we disagree babe. If you do everything exactly the same everytime, you become stale. We’re in a business where people constantly want something new. If you do the same song and dance every show, they’ll get tired of you, and fast.

She walks a circle around him, looking him up and down.

Candice: As for wiping my feet out of respect, I’ll remember it next time. Promise. Now, can we wrestle?

He can see that Candice is annoyed with him. He shuffles through his thoughts for what to say. Smith leans in and kisses her on the forehead before he turns and walks over to a corner.

Smith: If you’re gonna do chops, you might as well do ‘em right. Let’s play.

Candice eagerly walks over to the corner, excited to have the previous debacle out of the way. She looks at his chest and takes a minute to think about how to execute the move properly. Then, she unleashes an open handed slap to his chest sending the sound of it reverberating throughout the arena.

Smith: Chops. So intense. Nicely done, but you also wanna keep in mind that it’s called a knife-edge chop. So while the slap is important, it’s not a fly swatter. It isn’t quite flat, it’s the edge of your palm across the flesh that can sometimes even draw blood.

He smiles and then stifles the smile as he awaits her reply.

Candice: Then show me. Please.

Smith looks confused as Candice grabs him and moves him out of the corner, placing her own back against it.

Candice: The only way I’ll learn is if you teach me. I can handle it.

Jones gets a glint in his eye as he drools at the thought of chopping Candice across the chest. Smith has a moment of hesitation as he looks at his lovely girlfriend, so willing to give herself to him in this way. His expression is serious as it often is in the ring.

Smith: You aren’t a wrestler. You don’t have to take chops.

Candice: But we’re doing this so that I’m prepared, right?

She raises an eyebrow at him.

Candice: I want to learn, anyway. Being around it so much now, I’m growing interested. I see the fans’ reactions to what you guys do every week, and its incredible. I want to know what it feels like to put your body on the line for their enjoyment. This is a learning experience for both of us.

Smith: That it is.

He looks out at the empty arena and pictures what Candice had said earlier about the arena being full later. He then ponders what she said about getting stale. He can’t shake the thought and the words fall out of his mouth before he fully arranges them in his head.

Smith: You think I’m… That’s not happening is it? The stale thing?

He shakes his head and looks her in the eye.

Jones: It’s not. I know I’m killer. They know it too.

Candice seems confused by the statements made by Smith and Jones respectively. She smiles a confused grin.

Candice: You aren’t stale babe. I was just saying, it can happen to anyone if you become stuck in your ways. I won’t allow it to happen. You trust me, right?

Smith: Implicitly. I’m wearing gear with colour. That’s impossible, but it’s true. Let’s take over the world then, if you really wanna.


Candice: I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bergetz looks up at her boyfriend and then grabs his hand.

Candice: I want this hand...this big, strong hand…

She traces her finger along his palm.

Candice: To chop me, to teach me the right way to deliver one. Can you do that for me?

Smith: I’ll do it for both of us.

A smile creeps up the corners of his mouth, somewhat dark yet somehow adoring. They lock eyes on each other as Smith gets into position to properly hit Candice with a chop. He winds up as she closes her eyes to prepare for the impact. Just then, the camera cuts out and the tron goes to static as loud feedback fills the arena for a second.

Aiello: Some trouble with the camera equipment there. Do you think Smith really hit her??!?

Piven: If he did that wasn't Smith who did it, that was pure Jones!

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MATCH 5

Tony Savage Vs Justin Matthews

Match Writer: @jameskash

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following matchup is scheduled for one fall!!!

"Sinister Kid" by the Black Keys hits the arena as Just the roar of a Harley Davidson Fat Boy Lo drowns out the music before Tony Savage comes rolling down the entrance ramp, and

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, 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: Let's see how Tony Savage handles working this matchup without Kid Cannabis in his corner.

Piven: Tony Savage is one tough cookie and I know he'll be alright, but let's get this match started and find out for ourselves.

"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: Ladies and Gentlemen, standing in at five feet eight inches, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, residing from Dallas, Texas, Justin Matthews!

Aiello: This is Justin Matthews return to the ring, let's see what he can do here tonight against Tony Savage.

Bell Rings: Justin Matthews and Tony Savage circle the ring as both men both try to get a feel for the other. Matthews meets Savage in the middle of the ring with a stiff kick to the midsection followed up by a quick right hand. Savage fires right back with a right hand of his own and both men start slugging away at each other. Savage gets the upper hand and sends Matthews flying into the corner with an irish whip. Matthews quickly hops to the top turnbuckle avoiding impact with the corner and takes Savage down to the mat with a top rope moonsault.

Aiello: Justin Matthews is very light on his feet, he just reversed that irish whip attempt into a beautiful Top Rope Moonsault.

Piven: Tony Savage never saw it coming until it was too late and now he’s looking up at the lights above.

Matthews stomps at the midsection of Savage before hitting the ropes and connecting with an elbow drop across the sternum of Savage. Matthews makes his way back to his feet and quickly jumps into the air connecting with a leg drop across the midsection of Savage and hooks his legs for the cover. The ref gets down to make the count



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Aiello: Tony Savage just nearly took Justin Matthews head clean off of his body.

Piven: That was just vicious right there, did you hear that impact.

Savage stomps away at the body of Matthews planting his boot deep into his midsection. Savage hits the ropes and bounces back dropping a knee drop across the face of Matthews. Savage grabs the head of Matthews lifting the man up to his knees before driving his knee deep into the right temple of Matthews. Savage makes the cover and the ref hits the mat for the count


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Aiello: Savage was just dishing out the punishment and Matthews couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Piven: He did the only thing he could do and that was just taking it.

Tony Savage pulls Matthews back to his feet and sends him back down to the mat with a hard short arm clothesline. Matthews staggers back to his feet and is met with a stiff left jab, followed by another left jab and a solid right hook that sends Matthews down to one knee. Savage stays on top of the attack and quickly connects with a bionic elbow across the top of Matthews head sending him down to the mat. Savage hooks his legs for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count.


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However Matthews is able to kick out right at the count of two.  Savage hits the mat out of frustration before yanking Matthews up to his feet and sending him to the ropes with an irish whip. Matthews bounces back and ducks the clothesline attempt from Savage. Savage turns to face Matthews just as Matthews grabs Savage by the waist and takes him down to the mat with a back body drop.

Aiello: Savage trying to do whatever it takes to keep Matthews down for the three count.

Piven: I really hope he didn’t think it was going to be that easy.

Matthews kips up to his feet and catches Savage right in the mouth with a quick right hand followed up with an irish whip to the corner. Savages bounces back as Matthews jumps up landing on his shoulders and takes him down to the mat with a strong hurricanrana.  Matthews stays on the chest of Savage and connects with a right hand. Matthews pops back up to his feet and hits the ropes bouncing back and connecting with a leg drop across the neck of Savage. Matthews makes his way back to his feet and climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. Savage slowly makes his way back to his own feet and it met with a Missile Dropkick to the chest from Matthews. Matthews hooks the legs of Savage for the cover as the ref gets down to make the count


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but Savage kicks out right at the count of two.

Aiello: Matthews is now trying to put away Savage here tonight and it’s still too early for that.

Piven: Both of these men are fighters and will not go down so easily, this has been one hell of a matchup so far.

Both men make their way back to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring trading rights and lefts. Matthews ducks a big right hand from Savage and bounces back from the ropes attempting a clothesline, but Savage ducks his attempt. Matthews continues to charge towards the ropes jumping onto the ropes and then flying back grabbing Savage by the head and taking him down to the mat with a springboard DDT. Matthews makes another cover and the ref gets down to make the count.


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however Savage manages to kick out right after the count of two. Matthews pulls Savage back up to his feet and is instantly met with a head butt directly to the face. Savage stays on the attack grabbing Matthews and sending him face first into the mat with a reverse Russian leg sweep. Savage doesn’t just stop there and unloads with the Savage Beatdown in the middle of the ring. Savage makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count.


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but Matthews kicks out before the count of two.

Aiello: Tony Savage is just unleashing all kinds of hell right now.

Piven: He’s just returning the favor as Matthews was beating on him.

Savage drags Matthews back to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Savage charges behind Matthews and when he bounces back Savage drives his knee deep into the midsection of Matthews. Matthews buckles over from the impact and Savage grabs him from behind. Savage attempts a Cobra Clutch Drop, but Matthews manages to land on his feet. Matthews quickly grabs Savage and plants him down on the mat with an Angle Slam in the middle of the ring. Matthews makes his way to the turnbuckle as Savage starts to stir. Matthews looks over at the corner and than back at Savage. Matthews makes his way back over to Savage and guides the man back to his feet before driving his foot deep into his midsection and positioning Savage's head between his legs. Matthews than lifts Savage up into the air and sends him crashing down onto his head with a piledriver. Matthews rolls Savage over before making his way back to his feet and hopping up to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. Matthews leaps through the air and comes crashing down on Savage connecting with a beautiful Elbow Drop. Matthews hooks the legs of Savage for the cover as the ref gets down to make the count.


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but Savage gets his shoulder up just before the count of three.

Aiello: Justin Matthews almost had Tony Savage down for the three count folks.

Piven: Tony Savage proving tonight he's a hard man to put down for the three count, well both of these men have proven that here tonight.

Matthews kips back up to his feet and slowly starts to stalk Savage as he makes his way back to his feet. Savage stands tall and turns around just as Matthews aims high with his Super Kick, but Savage manages to duck the attempt. Savage hits the ropes bouncing back as Matthews turns around right into a spear off the ropes from Savage. Savage taunts to the crowd before rolling to the outside as Matthews grabs his midsection down on the mat. Savage takes a sip of something off his bike and quickly rolls back into the ring. Matthews makes his way back to his feet and Savage spits something directly into his face. Matthews falls to his knees as Savage steps back before connecting with the Redneck Crowd Control in the middle of the ring. Savage waste no time grabbing Matthews by his head forcefully pulling the man back up to his feet. Savage connects with a stiff elbow to the jaw of Matthews before grabbing the man and connecting with Dead to Rights in the middle of the ring. Savage hooks the legs of Matthews for the cover as the ref makes the count.



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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner of the matchup via pinfall, Tony Savage!!!

Aiello: Tony Savage has pulled it off and put Justin Matthews down for the three count..

Piven: That was one impressive match up and I can't wait until these two cross paths again.

Aiello: And we'll be right back after this commercial break!

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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[EWC]

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MATCH 6

SMITH JONES Vs SAM ATTIC

Match Writer: @nairobi

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The feed returns from commercial break with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven at ringside.

Joe Aiello: Well Jeremy, we've got two budding superstars squaring off next.

Jeremy Piven: You're damn right and I honestly don't care who wins. Both of these guys are bonafide stars with mean streaks. There is nothing better than that in EWC!

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

Joe Aiello: Ring veteran Smith Jones is heading to the ring ready to throw down after last week's victory over Tony Savage.

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.

Jessica 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!

Aiello: One of EWC's fastest rising stars must do battle against the respected fan favorite.

Jeremy Piven: And let's not forget Sam is also riding momentum heading into this match like his opponent.

"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.

Referee Paul Turner signals for the bell and this contest is underway. Both men of equal height decide to high collar tie-up to get a feel for each other. But neither man gains the upper hand and they break apart. The slightly larger in weight Sam Attic tries a wrist lock but that is tossed aside also.

Aiello: Both men finding it hard to read each in the starting parts of this match.

Piven: Give it time Aiello.

Sam Attic decides this technical wrestling is for the birds and walks up Smith Jones and punches him in the face. Slightly taken back, Smith Jones answers back with a knee strike. Sam Attic stumbles back and then delivers a dropkick to the upper body of Jones. Then follows up with punches to the face while Jones is on the mat. Referee Turner starts a 5 – count.

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Aiello: Decent exchange of blows, between Attic and Jones. With Attic getting the slight upper hand.

Piven: Jones needs to use the moves that brought him to the dance.

Smith crawls over to the bottom rope where Candice Bergetz consoles him. Then Sam Attic tries to interfere with the exchange between client and manager, but is met with a Drop Toehold into the middle rope. Smitty follows up with a Bridging Overhand Wristlock on the mat, but Sam Attic gets his leg on the bottom rope, and is forced to break the hold.

Aiello: Looks like Jones was playing possum and gains the upper hand.

Piven: Jones is the thinking man's wrestler.

Smitty picks up Attic and attempts to Irish Whip him into the ropes, Sam puts the brakes on and reverses Jones with an Irish Whip of his own. Jones runs into the ropes and returns with a dropkick, knocking Attic back to the mat.

Joe Aiello: Excellent counter by Jones there, and-"


Unbeknownst to Joe, Living Dead Karl is now basically directly behind the commentating duo. LDK is having some inaudible confrontation with a fan, which results in him jacking the fan's sandwich from him. He gets yelled at, takes a big bite from the sandwich, then walks away from the fan.

Jeremy Piven: Looks like we've got company, Joe."

Joe turns to look at what his partner's been looking at and immediately shakes his head and sighs.

Joe Aiello: Could we get this guy out of here?"

Living Dead Karl waves at the cameraman, then scowls and proceeds to give him the finger. He takes another bite from his pilfered goods, and walks away. Inside the ring, Smitty applies a Dragon Sleeper. Attic refuses to give up so Jones releases the hold. As Attic gets back to his feet he's hit with a Side Russian Leg Sweep.

Smitty goes hooks the leg for the pinfall.


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Aiello: This seems to be all Smith Jones. What does Sam Attic have to do stay in this Jeremy?

Piven: I say unleash any devastating move he has in his arsenal will bring back into this match.

As Smith Jones goes to pick Sam Attic he is met with a thumb to he eye. The ref admonishes Attic but he doesn't care, he realizes he has to capitalize on this golden opportunity. He applies the LIGHTS OUT then keeps it locked in for a pin fall.


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Aiello: Sam Attic was looking for a shortcut victory but Smith Jones won't stay down.

Piven: How much does Smith Jones have in the tank?

Sam Attic stomps on Smith Jones and decides to hit Smith Jones with the CRYBABY!



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Aiello: Oh heavens Jones has kicked out of two of Attic's signature moves.

Piven: Maybe Attic should hit Jones with that brick Jones uses.

Smitty quickly gets to his feet and charges at Sam Attic in frustration. Attic ducks under a clothesline attempt by Jones and sprints at the opposite ropes. Jones bounces of the ropes himself and the two head for a collission in the center of the ring. Jones hooks Attic under his arms and uses his brute strength to send  Attic flying over his head. Incredibly, Attic lands on his feet like a cat and turns quickly back towards Jones. Smitty attempts another clothesline, but again Sam Attic ducks under the attempt. As Jones turns back around, Attic leaps and attempts an Enziguiri. Smitty catches the leg of Attic and uses his large frame to lift Attic up. Jones tosses Attic in mid-air, catches him in a front facelock, and slams his head in to the mat. 

Joe Aiello: Good god! Jones somehow turned that in to the Brainbuster!

 Jones hooks both legs for the pinfall.



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Aiello: Jeremy, did you see what I just saw?!

Piven: Yes, that was unbelievable!

Smith Jones picks up Attic by his hair and lifts him up in to a vertical suplex position. Jones holds him there for several seconds and then hits the BRAINBUSTER, then goes for the pinfall.

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Jessica Stroup: AND YOUR WINNER SMITH JONES!!

Smith Jones leaves the ring as the feed fades to commercial break.

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[EWC]

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SEGMENT

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The camera drifts backstage to the bowels of the Interview Area; always trusted to do an upstanding job when conducting interviews with some of the EWC's most promising and influential stars is Ace Heart. He stood with his back in, chest out, and chin up; speaking with such confidence as he introduced his special guest for tonight.

Ace Heart: Ladies and Gentlemen it is with great pleasure that I introduce to you, my guest at this time, Nathan Creed.

The camera sways somewhat to the right to display The Bearded Barbarian on-screen. He had a smile on his face that could power all of New York City tonight, as this was his big moment to become the United States Champion and in his hometown no less. From the sight of him, the crowd roars in appraisals and satisfaction as Ace prepares the first question for his guest.

Ace Heart: Mr. Creed, you have been unstoppable as of late in the EWC, how do you think you'll fair tonight against the very talented Floyd Shooter?

Nathan Creed: Floyd is a great talent. He's done a bang-up job as our U.S. Champion so far - and as an American and EWC Extremist--I have been extremely proud to refer to him as one of our Champions. But his time as Champ has run its course. Just as a President must step down after completing his term, so must Floyd. And tonight will symbolize that moment. The shift of power; the rights of passage; an event which showcases the transference of one's worldly possession vacating one's hand and being placed into another's. That's the circle of life, Ace.

Nathan takes a moment to stare blankly at the rafters, breathing deeply to take in the moment before continuing.

Nathan Creed: But to answer your question, I think I'll do alright considering I've got the drive and momentum going for me.. victory tonight won't be easy--but not impossible either. I've had a lot of practice and run-ins with the scum of the EWC these last few weeks in preparation of this moment; and I think I'm ready. Which is why I want to thank guys like Dirk Jenko and Kurt Newman for their contributions to my development.

Ace Heart: You know, it's funny you should mention Kurt, because he had a few choice words to say about you behind your back.

Nathan Creed: Such as?

Ace Heart: Well... in so few words, he said that he doesn't think you deserved to defeat him last week.

Nathan Creed: But I did. So what is he trying to say, I got lucky?

Nathan shakes his head in utter shame and disbelief.

Nathan Creed: You know this really doesn't surprise me, Kurt is no different from every other pretty boy I've tangled with this past month. They all think that their looks, fame, fortune, or net worth in the EWC guarantees them the A-List treatment. Meaning guys like you are supposed to kiss their feet and lick their asses after guys like myself are finished wiping them clean. True, Kurt has done a lot for the EWC, and I'm sure Xplode and the rest of the Board Members are grateful for it; but get off your high horse already! I worked my ass off ALL week long, while he was busy cracking jokes and drawing pictures of boobs. The results of last week's match made it abundantly clear that I deserve every right to be where I am here tonight .. in the Main Event .. with Floyd Shooter .. for the EWC United States Championship!

Ace Heart: There's no arguing with that logic. Well I wish you nothing but the best of luck in your match tonight.

Nathan respectfully nodded his head and walked away as the scene drifts elsewhere.

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MATCH 7
Non-Title

NAIROBI JORDAN Vs KURT NEWMAN (C)

Match Writer: Dolan M. Winguard

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

Joe Aiello: Well we will see Creed in action later tonight in the Main Event.

Jeremy Piven: That’s right, and we’ll see if he can keep his streak alive. It’s now at 7-0 for those keeping track at home.

Joe Aiello: But right now, we’ve got our International Champion in action against one of the hottest wrestlers in EWC!

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.

Jessica Stroup: Standing at 6’0, 220lbs! Coming from Chicago Illinois….

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. As Kurt is making his way to the ring, half-way down the aisle, another altercation between Living Dead Karl and the same fan from earlier is heating up. Getting tired of humoring the fan, Karl proceeds to extend his arms and strangles the fan, roughly dragging him beyond the barricade. Moments later, security guards are in fast pursuit.

Joe Aiello: "NOW that guy's gone too far! The ink's not yet dried on his contract and he's already made a series of bad first impressions!"

Jeremy Piven: "I'm sure we'll see soon how tough he is when he's in an EWC ring with an actual wrestler."

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.

Jessica Stroup: He is The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy and EWC International Champion……..Kurt Newman!

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.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent…

Flames shoot up from stage and leave a cloud of smoke behind. Rising on a platform at the side of the stage is Fall Out Boy, live and with full instrumentation.

Patrick Stump: Are you ready Raleigh?!

Jessica Stroup: Standing at 6’0, 205 lbs! Hailing from Okinawa, Japan…

“The Phoenix” Nairobi Jordan emerges at the entrance ramp and stands amidst the smoke. Jordan looks in to the distance with intent, as Fall Out Boy rocks the arena just to his left. Quickly, Nairobi sprints his way to the ring and slides in under the rope. Jordan does not celebrate whatsoever, and simply turns his attention towards Kurt Newman.

Joe Aiello: How about that, Jeremy? We got some live music tonight!

Jeremy Piven: Listen, that was cool and all…but Fall Out Boy

Joe Aiello: Don’t knock it, Jeremy. That sent to arena in to a frenzy, and they should be in one. This match is going to be fantastic. Jordan has been on fire and Newman…well he’s Kurt Newman!

Earl Hebner signals to the side of the ring and the bell chimes throughout the arena, as both competitors eye each other up. Kurt Newman stares across the ring with a smirk spread across his face, whilst Nairobi returns a glare full of intent. Newman slowly strolls towards the center of the ring, Nairobi does the same in an attempt to mimic Newman’s actions. Kurt raises an arm in the air, inviting a show of strength from Jordan. Newman clenches and unclenches his fist as he awaits some sort of reaction from Nairobi. Jordan cautiously lifts his right arm and locks hands with Newman above their heads. Instantly, Jordan applies a large amount of force and sends Newman down to one knee. Newman though, smirks wider as he turns to the crowd and connects with a stiff right hook to the mid-section of Jordan. The shot doubles over Jordan in pain and Newman regains his footing before he lands an elbow in Nairobi’s back.

Jeremy Piven: That slick son-of-a-bitch, Newman.

The elbow sends Jordan down to one knee, and Newman swiftly follows up with a rising knee right to the bridge of Jordan’s nose. Jordan falls to the mat and clutches at his face, whilst Newman raises his arms in the air and the crowd begins to chant:

NEWMAN!

NEWMAN!
 

NEWMAN! 

NEWMAN! 

Newman stops as his eyes come upon Alyssa outside of the ring. He winks in her direction and she flirtatiously shakes her hips for him. Without taking his gaze off of her, Newman bounces against the ropes and sprints towards a recovering Nairobi Jordan. Newman turns his eyes to Jordan, only at the last moment, and connects with a Pele’ kick in the same spot on Jordan’s face. Jordan drops quickly to the mat in pain, while Newman lands softly on his feet and blows a kiss to Alyssa.

Joe Aiello: Newman is not exactly treating Jordan with much respect so far in this one.

Jeremy Piven: So? He’s the International Champ, he can do whatever the hell he wants. He’s awesome, isn’t he?

As Nairobi writhes on the mat, Newman makes his way towards the turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. Jordan gets to his feet and Newman leaps from the ropes in an attempt to land a flying drop kick, but Jordan slides to his left and swats aside the legs of Kurt. Kurt crashes to the mat and Nairobi Jordan slouches against the ropes, breathing heavily.

Joe Aiello: That counter was just what Jordan needed. Maybe The Phoenix can resurrect himself now.

Nairobi pushes off the ropes, leaps and somersaults in mid-air, and connects with a leg drop across Newman’s chest.

Jeremy Piven: Holy shit! Is that even physically possible? Was that magic, Joe?

Joe Aiello: It sure looked like magic to me.

Jordan reaches for one of Newman’s legs and hooks it for a pin attempt.



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Joe Aiello: Not quite as magical of a pin attempt. It’s a little early for that.

Nairobi rolls over on his shoulders and springs to his feet. Jordan then pulls up Kurt to his feet and whips him across the ring in to the opposite turnbuckle. Jordan follows at full sprint, leaps in the air, and lands a running Enziguiri as he slides over the top rope. As Newman stumbles forward, Nairobi lands on the outside apron and hops on to the top turnbuckle. Jordan raises his arms in the air, mocking Newman, and leaps in to the air. Jordan grabs Newman in mid-air and lands a flying bulldog on Kurt in the center of the ring.

Joe Aiello: More incredible acrobatics from Nairobi Jordan here!

Jordan rolls Newman over and hooks a leg for a pin attempt. Earl Hebner drops to his knees for the count.



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Jeremy Piven: Oh!

Joe Aiello: So close there for Jordan!

Jordan slaps the mat in frustration and quickly gets to his feet. Nairobi reaches down and begins to pull Newman to his feet. Newman counters with an elbow to the mid-section of Jordan, who responds with an equally devastating elbow to the back of Kurt. Newman drops to one knee, but quickly follows with another elbow to the mid-section of Jordan. Nairobi loses his grasp on Newman and staggers back a few inches. Newman connects with another elbow and gets to his feet. Kurt reaches back and lands a series of punches directly to the injured nose of Jordan, who staggers back in to the corner of the ring. Kurt lands one more fist, this time in Jordan’s mid-section, and grabs Jordan by his hair. Kurt drags him to the center of the ring, slots Jordan’s head under his own arm, and lands a vicious DDT.

Joe Aiello: What force behind that DDT! He managed to wind up that DDT and put a ton of leverage behind it.

Jeremy Piven: Do you think these people want physics, Joe? How about he damn near broke Jordan’s neck?

Newman nips to his feet and waves his arms up and down at his sides, riling up the crowd. They begin the chant:

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AWESOME! 

AWESOME! 

AWESOME! 

Newman circles back around Nairobi and grabs him by his hair, pulling him up to his feet. Newman connects with a solid European Upper Cut on Jordan and then whips him to the opposite ropes. Nairobi rebounds off of the ropes, and Newman bounces off of the ropes closest to him. The two men meet in the center of the ring and Nairobi lunges in to an attempt at a Clothesline, but Kurt ducks under the attempt. Newman swings around his opponent and lands an incredible Crucifix Driver!

Joe Aiello: Holy hell! That was insane, Jeremy!

Jeremy Piven: This match has been insane, Joe. The whole damn thing.

Rather than cover, Newman hops back to his feet and circles around the groggy Nairobi. Again, Newman eggs on the crowd with his boisterous arm movements. As Nairobi stumbles to his feet, Newman slides behind him and tosses Jordan’s arm behind his neck. Newman swiftly lifts Jordan up in to the air and connects with a devastating NPB!!!

Jeremy Piven: No Pussy Blues!

Joe Aiello: We can’t say that shit, Jeremy.

Jeremy Piven: Yes we can, I just did.

Joe Aiello: Oh, really?

Newman hooks the leg of Nairobi Jordan and Earl Hebner drops to the mat for the count. The crowd joins him, all in unison:



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Jessica Stroup: Your winner…EWC International Champion…The Big Voodoo Daddy, Kurt Newman!!!!!!

The crowd erupts around the PNC Arena as Hebner raises the arm of Kurt Newman in victory. Alyssa enters the ring and embraces Newman with his three titles.

Joe Aiello: What a match, and what a win for Kurt Newman!

Jeremy Piven: And so much for all the good vibes that were going for Jordan. He’s going to have to pick himself up, dust himself off and regroup.

Joe Aiello: That’s right, Jeremy. In fact, we’re going to heed that advice ourselves and regroup after that fantastic match. We’ll have the United States Championship on the line when we return, right after this commercial break!

The scene fades to commercial break with Alyssa and Kurt Newman celebrating on their way up the entrance ramp.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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[EWC]

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UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

NATHAN CREED Vs FLOYD "SHERIFF" SHOOTER (C)

Match Writer: Jon "Gold" Wilder

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The feed returns from commercial with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven at ringside.

Joe Aiello: That is the EWC video game, EWC Showdown, available soon for all platforms!

Jeremy Piven: But now Joe, now we've got a doozy in store.

Joe Aiello: That's right, this is it, Jerry! The last match of the night, Nathan Creed versus Floyd “Sheriff” Shooter!

Jeremy Piven: Floyd has a chance to defend his United States Championship he won against Ruby and Ash Scion in a triple threat scaffold match. Now he has to defend against a rising star in the form of Nathan Creed. We’ll see if it was a fluke or if Floyd can represent the United States!

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event! The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWC United States Championship! Introducing first the challenger: Standing 5’11” and weighing 225 lbs from Raleigh, NC! He is 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.

Joe Aiello: Nathan Creed is getting a ton of love by these fans. But he’s been on a serious roll since he first entered EWC. Can Nathan Creed win his first EWC Championship here tonight?

Jeremy Piven: Or will fate favor Floyd Shooter? Whoever wins tonight, will have serious thunder behind him. I’m already excited, Joey!

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, standing 6’3” and weigh in at 196 lbs. From Huston, TX he is the EWC United States!! He is FLOYD “SHERIFF” SHOOTER!

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.

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. As the crowd erupts, Floyd begins his stroll to the ring. He gives some eager fans high-fives on his way, before rolling underneath the bottom rope on to the canvas.

Floyd grabs his Stetson and slings it in to the crowd, then begins to run the ropes.

Jeremy Piven: One half of the Brothers In Law, Floyd “Sheriff” Shooter has a chance to continue to outshine his partner, “The Airbronie” Derek Wellings.

Joe Aiello: Airbronie? Oh right, Derek Wellings is a bronie. But if you ask me, Floyd has shined just as much as Derek has. We’re going to see if Nathan Creed can win the United States Championship tonight of if Floyd Shooter can retain his title. Either way, I believe Floyd “Sheriff” Shooter will not only shine on his own but also win tonight.

The bell ring, the referee holds the championship up and Nathan Creed puts his MITB United States Championship briefcase on the side of the ring. The two lock up and Floyd wins the exchange hitting a headlock. He puts in a tight squeeze but Nathan throws him at the ropes, Floyd bounces off and hits a Shoulder Tackle.

Creed hits the ground and Shooter drops down with several elbow over his opponent’s neck. Nathan is pulled to his feet as Floyd hits several punches on Creed and gets him into a corner. Shooter mounts his opponent, brings several fists down over his opponent’s head and Floyd places his feet firmly in hips and land a Monkey Flip. He crawls over and goes for a cover…

ONE!...

Shoulder up by Nathan Creed!

Jeremy Piven: Barely a one count, Floyd. You’ll need to work a little harder if you’re going to beat, Nathan Creed.

Joe Aiello: It’s still early; this is a way to further weaken your opponent. He’s trying to wear down Nathan Creed by making his opponent kick out frequently.

Floyd pulls Nathan up but as Creed stands up, he drives his knee into Floyd’s gut and stuns him. Creed throws several fists over his opponent’s face and follows up with a Belly to Belly Suplex. The fans start getting excited as Nathan Creed begins building up some steam. He stomps over Floyd’s body but allows him to stand up. Unfortunately, he’s too close to Nathan Creed and is hit with a Gutwrench Suplex.

Not letting up, Nathan stars hitting several Busaiku Knee Kicks over his opponent’s knees weakening him. Floyd tries to roll out of the ring to get away but Creed hits a Garvin stomp to his opponent’s head. He does it several more times over his opponent’s body, locks his hands around his opponent, pulls him up nad hits a Belly to Back Suplex. This time, Nathan crawls over and attempts a pin fall of his own…

ONE!...

Should up by Floyd Shooter!

Jeremy Piven: Another one count, this time by Nathan Creed. If it didn’t work for Floyd, why would it work for you Nate?

Joe Aiello: You never know, maybe he could have got out a fast victory. Either way, it didn’t exactly work and if he’s not careful, his opponent is going to capitalize on that.

Nathan Creed helps up his opponent, drives several fists into Floyd Shooter’s ribs, spins around him and hits a German Suplex. He keeps his wrists locked together and hits a second German Suplex. Once more, he keeps his wrists locks up and Nathan hits a third German Suplex. This time, he releases his opponent and drivers several knees into his opponent’s ribs and several more Busaiku Knee Kicks to Floyd’s Legs.

The Sheriff rolls over and tries to roll out of the ring but Nathan Creed stops him and pulls Floyd away by his arm and head. Locking up, Nathan throws his opponent’s arm an over his neck, grabs his belt and hits a Slingshot Suplex. Once more, Nathan Creed tries to go for a pin fall and even grabs a leg…

ONE!...

TWO!...

TH-KICK OUT BY FLOYD SHOOTER!

Joe Aiello: That was very close; I mean a very close three count. Nathan Creed was so close to winning the EWC United States championship.

Jeremy Piven: You can hear the fans; even they thought Nathan might have done enough damage to keep Floyd down. But this sheriff isn’t ready ride off into the sunset yet.

The fans are split between cheering on Floyd for kicking out and groaning because Nathan Creed didn’t get the victory. Nathan slams his fast down out of anger and starts punching away at his opponent’s face. He pulls Floyd up but the Sheriff tosses an elbow into his opponent’s gut, stunning him. He tosses a second and third which finally releases him. Flody whips his opponent into the ropes who bounces off and hits a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker on Nathan Creed.

He yells out loudly but Floyd drops down with both his elbows and beings punching the lower back of his opponent. The two rolling into a corner and Floyd is on the top. He throws several fists into his opponent’s face, he backs up and runs over and hits a Dropkick into his opponent’s face. Nathan Creed leans over but is pulled up by his arm by Floyd Shooter, who hits a Side Russian Leg Sweep. With his opponent down, Floyd leans over his opponent and tries to pin him as he scoops a leg…

ONE!...

TWO!...

THR-KICK OUT BY NATHAN CREED!

Joe Aiello: That was very close! Floyd Shooter turned this match around and almost retained the EWC United States Championship.

Jeremy Piven: Here’s a scary thought, what if Floyd retained but Nathan attacked him and then cashed in his Money in the Bank title shot? Wait what’s this!?

EWC Vice President Xplode walks out wearing a fine Armani suit and the fans start a massive boing and jeering. He stops dead in his tracks and Xplode makes a motion, which in turn summons Gabreal Martin and EWC World Champion, Storm. The two start marching down the ramp, which in turn distracts Floyd Shooter. However the fans start cheering as Derek Wellings makes a run in through the audience and is armed with a pair of stun guns. Project Chaos stops moving and stare down Derek as he waits for them.

During his distraction, Nathan Creed has recovered greatly from Floyd’s assault; he runs up from behind and hits a vicious Headbutt. Floyd falls forward on the ropes and is hit with a Full Nelson Slam. Nathan throws several more fists over his opponent’s face, lets him up and checks on Project Chaos and Derek Wellings, who are at a standstill. Lifting up Floyd, Nathan leans his opponent over the middle and top ropes, hits The Beautiful Disaster. Floyd groans loudly, as he backs up into Nathan Creeds arms and is hit with The Credo

! Nathan drops down on his butt and leans back, covering the EWC United States Champion…

Joe Aiello: That’s it! Nathan Creed has hit The Credo! This match should be over! Will Nathan Creed be the new EWC United States Champion?!

Jeremy Piven: Who knows! Nathan Creed is going for the cover and we’ll find out in three seconds if the distraction by Vice President Xplode and Project Chaos was successful or Floyd Shooter can keep his focus on his opponent?!




ONE!...



TWO!....



THREE!!!

The crowd counts in unison along with Earl Hebner, and the referee calls for the bell as Nathan Creed releases his opponent’s leg. Jessica hands the EWC United States championship to the referee and while Creed is on his knees, puts the United States Championship into his hand and the two hold it up as the fans cheer as “Anxiety” by Black Eye Peas plays loudly. Derek Wellings is shocked but EWC Vice President Xplode and Project Chaos stand still at the entrance ramp, staring down the Brothers In Law. Floyd rolls out of the ring and into Derek Welling’s arms as Jessica Stroup stands up.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, and NEW EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION! NATHAN CREED!

WINNER BY PINFALL & NEW EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION: NATHAN CREED

Joe Aiello: I don’t believe it! Nathan Creed has just defeated Floyd “Sheriff” Shooter! The first person to win championship gold at Stranglemania has lost their championship! What an incredible night!

Jeremy Piven: Here’s the even crazier thought! Nathan Creed STILL has his Money in the Bank United States Championship shot! If he loses the EWC United States Championship at any point, he can always cash in his opportunity and get his championship back!

The camera pans around the Arena as Nathan Creed celebrates his victory in the ring. Confetti falls down as the fans give him and Floyd a standing ovation for their match. Vice President X and Project Chaos members Storm and Gabreal Martin laugh at the top of the ramp at Floyd as Derek Wellings helps his partner up and stares at them and leave through the crowd.

Joe Aiello: And would you look at that, our Vice President finally shows his face tonight. Just so that he can mock his own employees.

Jeremy Piven: You mean so that he can mock the men that have been trying to ruin his master plan? That sounds more truthful.

Joe Aiello: However you want to slice it, Jeremy. Not only that, but he's detracting from Nathan Creed's biggest victory in the EWC!

Jeremy Piven: I guess Creed deserves some credit after all. He now is 8-0 since joining EWC, and it's looking more and more like no one can stop this guy!

Creed hops over the ring barricades and begins to make his way through the crowd, celebrating with the fans as they slap him on the back. Creed receives a can of beer from one fan and chugs it as the crowd goes wild.

Joe Aiello: Ladies and Gentleman, your new EWC United States Champion, celebrating as only an EWC title holder can. I'm Joe Aiello, on behalf of Jeremy Piven, Ace Heart and the entire Monday Night Brawl crew, we wish you a good night and we'll see you next week in Toronto!

The scene fades to black as Nathan Creed is swarmed by fans, the heavy security presence unable to prevent the celebration.

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