MNB # 424 - TORONTO, ON

[Dolan M. Winguard]

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.












VIEWERS at HOME: MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL'S PRE-SHOW MATCH, BETWEEN DIRK JENKO & RED DRAGON WAS CANCELLED. BOTH WRESTLERS LOCKED THEMSELVES IN THEIR DRESSING ROOMS. EWC EXECUTIVES WERE UNWILLING TO SPEND THE MONEY TO HIRE LOCKSMITHS, AND WOULD PUNISH ANYONE WHO CAUSED DAMAGE TO AIR CANADA CENTRE PROPERTY.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL

EPISODE 424



^{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

Live from the AIR CANADA CENTRE in Toronto, Ontario

EWC BRAWL
May 18th 2015
Live From the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Ontario
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

Fade up on a shot of Smith Jones standing in front of a black background. He’s dressed in a charcoal blazer over a black button-down and he is grinning from ear to ear. He tries to stifle his excitement as he stares down the camera lens and he speaks.

Smith Jones: Tonight is a big Brawl! Nine big matches in all, every one featuring champions, contenders, and potential breakout superstars poised to do battle in a city that has a great wrestling history and a passion for the business that will keep the Air Canada Centre filled to the brim for years to come. And tonight, this particular capacity crowd will be entertained, there is no doubt about that, even without little ol’ me in the ring.

He turns and steps through the ropes to the ring apron. Smith hops down and stretches his arms out wide, still smiling. He hands the microphone to the audio technician and then hops the retaining wall out into the crowd. They chant ‘Smitty, Smitty, Smitty’ the whole time in a familiar collection of local accents that make Smith Jones feel right at home walking those first few rows at ringside.

Smith Jones: The number of times I’ve stood right here and cheered until my voice was hoarse, I can’t even tell you. These people are in for a treat that will keep them jawing by the water cooler for weeks to come. It’s Monday night, everyone. The Extreme Wrestling Corporation brings the best in professional wrestling action and unique entertainment to their doorstep and these people are set to welcome the EWC with open arms once again!

He walks his way deeper into the audience as the people start to follow and swarm around him. We amongst the many different T-shirts, we see an especially high number of blue tees and red tees, each with a large white ‘X’ on the front of it. They follow as Smitty leads them out of the arena bowl and onto the concessions concourse.

Smith Jones: I’ve walked through these halls with my old replica EWC IC Title belt slung proudly over my shoulder, even letting people pose for pics with it before the shows. I was nobody, but that replica was a star every time I showed it off around here. And now, I daydream about those same people watching me walk through that chute and out onto that stage out there, down that entrance ramp instead of the one to the upper deck, and into that ring. But that has very little to do with tonight.

Smith heads for the doors and swings them open into a cool Canadian evening. During the day it had been much hotter as the sun beat down for part of the day while it rained and thundered during other parts of the day. Smith takes in the smell and feel of the air after a good little storm. He breathes deeply as he looks up at the dark, cloudy sky.

Smith Jones: Perfect weather for a fight night. This is Toronto; this is Monday Night Brawl!!!!!!

"Follow" by Breaking Benjamin blasts in the Stadium.

The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night Brawls Eighteen year history. From episode 001 all the way down to last weeks episode 423.

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. 

This is followed by highlights of showcasing our Champions: Kurt Newman, Derek Wellings, Shadow Man, Nathan Creed, Mark Storm and Ruthless Aggression


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




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




The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in the EWC Stadium is electrifying.

Spotlights circle around the arena as the 70,000+ fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans.

A chant begins of

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

The television feed promptly switches to the announcer's booth. 

The fans are shown cheering loudly as the camera feed pans back and forth! Home made signs are pumped up and down as fireworks emit behind them, adding yet another reason for the excitement in the arena!

As the fireworks continue to ignite, the fans cheer even louder!

The fireworks dim down to a red hue before one last explosion shakes the arena! The camera then pans to ringside where we see Joey Aiello and Jeremy Piven. Both men look at the feed as Joey Aiello speaks.

Aiello: Hello, and welcome to another exciting episode of Monday Night Brawl! I am Joey Aiello and beside me is my partner in crime, Jeremy Piven! Jeremy, you seem to be sporting a new look tonight. Mustache? It's sort of.. distracting?

Piven: HEY! I look marvelous. You are just jealous because you still have baby hair on your face.

Aiello: Tonight, we take yet another step towards our pay per view.. Night of Champions. The action is heating up with each and every week as the war between President Mac and Xplode escalates. How long can the EWC hold it together under these circumstances?! Regardless, I expect more top tier action tonight!

Piven: Agreed.

Aiello: That mustache... its really something.

The feed switches to the stage area as the fans cheer loudly! "Until the day I die" by Story of the Year begins to play loudly! There is a mixture of cheers and boos as JC Styles appears on the stage, a look of determination upon his face! Stopping to look at the fans casually for only a second, he then makes his way down the ramp way and towards the ring. He then rolls under the bottom rope and enters the ring as camera flashes strobe behind him. Styles waits a moment longer for the fans, and then speaks..

J.C Styles: Tonight, the world experiences yet another moment in my stunning legacy as I prepare to face another idiot from the locker room.. Tony Savage.  (Laughing) Good old Tony is one of them guys who love to talk a big game but backing that up is another matter all together. I was on pins and needles, waiting for this damn show to start and to be honest, I had to walk out here and put my stamp on this thing so that we actually pull in some decent ratings around here. Let's be honest.. most people tune into the EWC to see me, right?

The crowd is a mixture of boos and cheers.

J.C Styles: So people ask me all the time, what is my intent as far as what I am putting my energy into, here in the EWC. I mean, before I signed a contract, I was the hottest free agent on the planet! Promotions were tripping over themselves to sign me because they clearly understand that as long as my name is on the card.. good things happen. I have to admit, I expected my name to be in the main event slot, but that's fine. It just means that all of you can get in your cars and head home just a little bit earlier once I kick Savage's ass. The truth of the matter is-

Voice: I THINK WE HAVE HEARD ENOUGH..

The feed switches to the stage area now as we see Tara Michaels! The crowd instantly let's out a collective round of cheers and boos as she paces back and forth, a microphone in one hand.

Michaels: Hello, J.C. I see you are busy tooting your horn once again.

J.C Styles: What's wrong? You didn't bring your boyfriend with you? I thought you were smarter than that..

Michaels: You see, I usually interact with the top tier talent here, the type that are more rating inducing than you. Due to recent events, I have had to rethink that mantra. No, I simply came out here to remind you that the show has an order to things. It simply is not professional to waltz out to the ring and interrupt the telecast, and quite frankly.. bore these people to death.

The fans cheer for Tara now as she smiles.

Michaels: I have no doubt that your match against Tony Savage will be a hard earned one, and I wish you the best of luck going into it. Confidence is important, and I am glad to see that you have plenty of that... regardless of how foolish it is.

J.C Styles: Foolish?

Michaels: Well.. yes. Tony Savage is easily the stronger talent out of the two of you. I mean no offense by it, but it is true. Of course, you will have the opportunity to prove me wrong later. For now, I am simply here to remind you of something. The road to the top of the EWC is a long one, and a future talent has to etch his own path in his own way to gain that star power. Disrespecting the top brass is not the way to do that however, and a lesson must be taught when that happens.

J.C Styles: Oh.. I get it. I ruffled some feathers and now you have come out here to spank me. Not gonna happen, lady. You should have brought your boss with you.

Tara arches her head to the side before smiling..

Michaels: I did..

The fans cheer as Xplode emerges from the fans area and hops over the barricade! Sliding into the ring, he catches J.C Styles just as Styles turns around, and lays him out with a hard clothesline!  Styles quickly gets back up but is caught by a clothesline again.. and again! Styles is groggy now as he falls against the ropes behind him, a thin stream of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth! Xplode yells at Styles once then charges him, sending him over the top rope and to ringside as the fans boo loudly!!

Joey Aiello: THE GENERAL MANAGER IS HERE!!! XPLODE IS HERE!!

Xplode paces the ring, ripping the top of his button up shirt open as J.C Styles regains himself at ringside. There is a look of shock on his face!

Michaels: Here is some advice for you... never bite the hand that feeds you. It's just not a good habit to get into.

Michaels laughs and turns to head backstage.. when suddenly the fans SCREAM IN APPROVAL!!! She spins around just in time to catch a glimpse of the action that is now in the ring! Xplode is picked up.. and slammed flat on his back.. 

Shadow Man... has arrived!!!

Jeremy Piven: OH WOW... SHADOW MAN HAS SENT A MESSAGE!!! THIS WILL BE GOOD!!

Shadow Man winks at J.C Styles and turns to look at Xplode who is slowly rolling over unto his side. Shadow Man glances at Tara Michaels now who is full on livid! He smiles, and then helps Xplode to his feet, setting him up for a DDT!

Michaels: SHADOW MAN!!! DON'T YOU DO IT!!! YOU STAY OUT OF THIS! THIS IS BETWEEN STYLES AND US!!! IF YOU EVEN DARE TO-

Shadow Man drives Xplode face first into the mat with a snap DDT as the fans cheer loudly! Tara drops to a seated position on the stage as Shadow Man glances at her, rising up to one knee. J.C Styles wipes the blood off of his lip and then smiles in Tara Michael's direction. Shadow Man then picks up the nearby microphone.. and speaks.

Shadow Man: Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize for the blatant misuse of power by our management here in the EWC. While I do agree that J.C Styles is a douchebag, he is our loving douchebag, and should be treated with respect. In honor of Xplode, Tara.. and J.C's small penis.. I am handing out free tacos to everyone in the parkinglot! See you there!

The fans cheer loudly as Shadow Man exits the ring. Tara Michaels rushes past him and enters the ring now, yelling for emergency crews to tend to the General Manager! The feed slowly fades out as we see Xplode shaking off the cobwebs.. and glaring in the direction of Shadow Man with evil intent.

Aiello: We will be back... after these messages.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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...AND NOW EWC TV PROUDLY PRESENTS the WORLD PREMIERE of the TRAILER for "STEVE JOBS", directed and written by Academy Award Winners DANNY BOYLE and AARON SORKIN...

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Fade up on a shot of a pair of hands holding a set of drumsticks, 7As for the drummers out there. The sticks are up above the drummer’s head as he clicks off a count to start the band’s next song.

2, 3, 4…

The drummer starts to drum along with the rest of the band as the crowd instantly starts to dance to the upbeat tempo of a cover of Billy Talent’s ‘Red Flag’. Smith is in a great mood as sits behind a drum kit for the first time in a few months. Just like riding a bike. Smith sings some backups, but mostly drums his face off.

For those who don’t know the song, please enjoy.

 

Smith is lost in the music as he always is when behind a tight set of Tamas and surrounded by Zildjians. He is as happy as can be as the crowd dances in front of the stage. When the song is over, Smith turns to one side as a cameraman walks over to him. He uses his sleeve to mop a bead of sweat from his brow as he stands from the drums and picks up his suit jacket from nearby. He slings it over his shoulder and starts to walk through the bar.

Smith Jones: For those of you who don’t recognize this place, this is the iconic Horseshoe Tavern on Queen Street in downtown Toronto. Willie Nelson, Stompin’ Tom, The Tragically Hip, The Watchmen, Amanda Marshall, The Bourbon Tabernacle Choir, The Skydiggers, Moxy Fruvous, The Barenaked Ladies, Great Big Sea, The Rheostatics, Matchbox 20, Sneaker Pimps, Billy Talent, The Sheepdogs.. The Horseshoe Tavern has hosted a who’s who of Canadian Talent throughout the years and is an integral part of Toronto’s deep music community. And as much as I love live music, this is not even my favourite place to go. For that, we’ll catch the red rocket a few blocks west and then head south. Come.

Teenager: Hey, where’s Candice?

Smith Jones: Eh?

Teenager: Candice. Isn’t she supposed to be your co-host or something? Where is she?

Smith Jones: She got… detained on her way here. Just a comedy of errors that resulted in her not making it here the The Horseshoe, but we’ll see her later tonight.

Teenager: What, you expect me to follow you all night?? I heard that you and Candice Bergetz were going to be here so I--

Smith Jones: How did you hear that? We didn’t announce that.

Teenager: Superfans always find a way.

Smith Jones: That is more than moderately creepy.

Teenager: Where’s Candice??

Smith Jones: She is not here! Desist, I suggest. 

Teenager: Desist? Who talks like that?

Smith Jones: You’re either a fan or not. Whichever it is, feel free to go be it. I’m on a timeline here, if you’ll excuse me. I assure you, when we do see Candice later tonight, she will be wearing the fan chosen gimmick colour for our match against Luke Wolfe this Friday night on Rampage!

Jones turns away from the fan and walks out of the bar. He steps up to the curb and looks to his left in search of the Queen streetcar. 

Smith Jones: Please enjoy this new talent match between Ron Rufio and Slade Hardison. I’ll meet you at the destination. 

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MATCH 1

RON RUFIO Vs SLADE HARDISON

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The feed returns from commercials with a wide panning shot of the arena and audience.

Joe Aiello: Welcome back everybody! We're going to jump right in to the action tonight.

Jeremy Piven: Do we even have a choice? I mean look at the card tonight, it could be a three and a half hour pay-per-view. 

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

"Indestructible" by Disturbed plays as Ron Rufio makes his way from the back. Ron Rufio walks out onto the stage. The crowd cheers as he makes his way to the ring. He walks up the stairs, wipes his feet on the ring apron, and climbs in between the ropes. The fans cheer more as he raises his arms, and plays it up for the crowd.

Jessica Stroup: Standing six feet two inches tall, weighing two hundred and eighty-seven pounds, residing from Queens, New York, “The Dangerous One” Ron Rufio!

Aiello: Ron Rufio making his debut in front of this live crowd here in Toronto.

Piven: It’s time to Nut Up or Shut Up Ron Rufio, let’s see what you got. 

All Hustle, No Luck by Easy Lantana begins to play all over the arena. Slade Hardison runs out onto the stage jumping up and down. Slade then starts pumping up the crowd by lifting his hands up and down. Slade begins to walk down the ramp and stops in the middle of the ramp. Slade looks around the crowd and starts hitting his fist on his chest. On the 5th time, the pyros explode up and down the ramp. Slade continues his walk to the ring, giving hi-fives to the fans. Slade then jumps onto the apron and gets into the ring. Slade walks to the nearest turnbuckle, climbs it, and lifts his hands up and down.

Jessica Stroup: Standing six feet three inches tall, weighing two hundred and fifty-five pounds, from Lexington, Kentucky, “Slader” Slade Hardison!

Aiello: Slade Hardison looking for a victory after falling short to Ion last week.

Piven: It’s time to Nut Up or Shut Up Slade Hardison, let’s see what you got. 

Bell Rings: Ron Rufio and Slad Hardison circle around the ring with both men trying to fake out the other. Hardison charges forward like he’s going in for the first strike, but rolls to the side and out of the ring. Rufio charges after him sliding to the outside and once Hardison charges around the ring post, Rufio rolls back into the ring where he just made his exit. He makes his way back to his feet and meets Hardison on the other side of the ring motioning for him to get back into the ring. Hardison does a double take looking from the outside of the ring to the inside of the ring before looking back up at Rufio. Rufio turns his back and Hardison slides in behind him coming up short. Rufio turns around and teases a stomp before backing up and throwing his hands into the air allowing Hardison to make it back to his feet.

Aiello: Both men trying to psyche out the other in the beginning of this matchup.

Piven: It’s like their playing a game of cat and mouse this ring is not a place for games. 

Rufio and Hardison circle around the ring once again and this time Hardison wants to go for the test of strength throwing one hand into the air asking for Rufio to grab a hold. Rufio decides to play along and raises his hand into the air and begins to raise his other when Hardison catches Rufio in the midsection with a middle kick. Rufio just looks up at Hardison before pulling him forward with their still attached hands taking him to the mat with a single arm clothesline. Rufio uses the arm of Hardison to pull him back up to his feet and takes him back down to the mat with another single arm clothesline. Rufio once again pulls Hardison back to his feet before pulling him forward and sending him back down to the mat with a back drop.

Aiello: Ron Rufio gains control of this matchup leaving Hardison flat out on his back.

Piven: This is just the begging of the match, Rufio better stay on the attack if he wants a victory in his debut here tonight.

Rufio continues to reposition himself directly in front of Hardison as he takes his time making his way back to his feet. Hardison stands tall and delivers a quick left jab to the face of Rufio, quickly followed by a hard right and a stiff kick to the midsection. Hardison grabs Rufio and plants him on the mat with a hard scoop slam. Rufio makes his way back to his feet and is quickly met with a series of quick chops from Hardison who follows up with a standing dropkick to the chest of Rufio. Rufio hits the mat as Hardison quickly makes his way back to his feet and begins stomping away at the body of Rufio with the intention of keeping him grounded on the mat. Hardison looks out into the crowd taunting the crowd before charging for the ropes and bouncing back connecting with a leg drop across the sternum of Rufio. Hardison makes the quick cover and the ref gets down to make the count

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... but Rufio kicks out right after the count of one.

Aiello: It’s going to take more than that to keep a man like Ron Rufio out for the three count.

Piven: Both men have been very impressive in the begging of this matchup, but this is still anyone’s ballgame.

Hardison waits patiently in the corner throwing his arms into the air to the amusement of the fans. Rufio makes his way back to his feet and Hardison charges forward attempting a running belly-to-belly suplex, but Rufio manages to reverse it into a belly-to-back suplex of his own. Rufio makes his way back to his feet and slowly guides Hardison back to his own feet. Rufio sends Hardison flying into the corner of the nearest turnbuckle with an irish whip. Rufio charges forward and connects with a body splash that leaves Hardison limp in the corner. 

Rufio starts swinging away with big right hands as the fans cheer him for each hit. The last hit sends Hardison down to the mat landing in a seated position with his head resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Rufio makes his way across the ring to the corner opposite of Hardison. Rufio throws his right arm into the air before charging forward and connecting with a running knee lift to the face of Hardison. Rufio grabs the legs of Hardison dragging him to the middle of the ring and the fans erupt with a cheer of approval as Rufio hooks the legs of Hardison for the cover and the ref gets down for the count

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...but Hardison kicks out right at the count of two. 

Rufio has a look of surprise on his face, but simply shrugs his shoulders and makes his way back to his feet grabbing Hardison by his hair pulling him back up to his feet. Rufio connects with another stiff kick to the midsection and attempts a piledriver in the middle of the ring, but Hardison sends Rufio flying into the air with a back body drop.

Aiello: Rufio starting to gain favor with the fans in attendance tonight.

Piven: That was a wicked running knee lift into the corner, Hardison is lucky he doesn’t have a broken nose after that impact.

Rufio makes his way back to his feet and is met with a belly-to-belly suplex in the middle of the ring. Hardison jumps up to the second turnbuckle taunting to the crowd and waits as Rufio regains his senses before leaping into the air and connecting with a flying crossbody taking Rufio back down to the mat. Hardison gives the fans a quick taunt once again while keeping his focus and attention directly on Rufio watching his every move. Rufio starts to stir and picks his body up with his hands before making it to one knee. Hardison makes his way across the ring as Rufio makes it back to his feet still bending over Hardison grabs Rufio and plants him back down on the mat with a hard Spinebuster. Hardison quickly climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle and taunts the crowd once again. Hardison leaps in the air and connects with a 450 splash in the middle of the ring. Hardison quickly hooks both legs of Rufio for the cover and the ref gets down for the count,

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...but Rufio kicks out at the count of two.

Aiello: Slade Hardison was all over Ron Rufio in the middle of this matchup, he had firm control.

Piven: He still hasn’t been able to keep Rufio down for the three count, that’s one tough son of a bitch. 

Hardison grabs Rufio by his hair and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Rufio bounces back and blocks the clothesline attempt and fires back with a chop across the chest of Hardison. Hardison clinches his chest from the impact as Rufio connects with another chop across his chest. Rufio waste little time driving his foot deep into the midsection of Hardison and dropping him on the mat with a Texas Pulling Piledriver. Rufio hooks the legs of Hardison for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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...but Hardison manages to kick out after the count of two. 

Rufio guides Hardison back to his feet and locks him in from behind. Rufio charges for the corner and Hardison connects with the turnbuckle chest first before Rufio connects with a Full Nelson Slam in the middle of the ring. Rufio makes the cover as the ref gets down to make the count, 

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...but Hardison manages to kick after the count of two once again.

Aiello: Ron Rufio is trying everything he can to get the three count in this matchup.

Piven: Slade Hardison proving that Rufio isn’t the only tough son of a bitch in this matchup.

Hardison starts to stir down on the mat and begins to slowly make his way back to his feet. Rufio comes charging forward and attempts a stiff kick to the midsection, but Hardison jumps back avoiding the blow and rolling behind Rufio. Rufio turns to face Hardison and instantly gets caught with the Lex-Vegas in the middle of the ring. Hardison looks to go for the cover, but looks up to the top turn buckle before climbing to the top and the crowd as they cheer loudly. Hardison than leaps through the air and connects with a Shooting Star Press. Hardison hooks the legs of Rufio for the cover as the ref makes the count.

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but Rufio is able to kick out before the count of three. 

Hardison looks on in shock as Rufio smirks at him to the amusement of the fans once again.

Aiello: These fans are loving both of these guys and this has been one hell of a matchup.

Piven: Rufio is putting on one hell of a show for his debut and Slade Hardison is proving he’s a force to be reckoned with early on in his career.

Hardison pulls Rufio back up to his feet and once again plants Rufio in the middle of the ring with the Lex-Vegas. Hardison taunts the crowd and takes his time climbing to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. Hardison looks on from above before leaping through the air and connecting with The Money Pit, Hardison doesn’t go for the immediate cover. Hardison makes his way back to his feet and grabs Rufio pulling him back up to his feet. Hardison plants his foot deep into the midsection of Rufio and takes him down to the mat with the Kentucky Drop. Hardison hooks his legs for cover as the ref makes the count.

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3!!!!!

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner of the matchup via pinfall, Slade Hardison!!!

Aiello: Slade Hardison pulling out all the stops tonight picking up the pinfall victory.

Piven: That was one hell of a matchup, with Hardison picking up his first victory in his second match.

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BACKSTAGE

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Mark Storm: I know you're out there.

The recognizable voice of Mark Storm is heard as the cameras faded into the scene. Standing in front of an EWC backdrop is the World Heavyweight Champion, who has his championship belt draped on his shoulder. Storm was wearing his usual woolen coat, black jeans and black timberlands - as well as his signature face paint on his face. He shook his head sideways, his face cold - calculating, as his eyes were fixated on the camera. He shuffled his championship belt further up his shoulder before continuing.

Mark Storm: I know that you're here, tonight.

Behind the voice of Storm was the feeling of hatred and anger - as he continued to glare at the camera, his eyes flaring up after every word he delivered.

Mark Storm: Oh brother of mine.

He chuckled, alleviating the tension for a moment.

Mark Storm: You're jealous of my success. You're jealous of how far I've come. You're jealous that I'm where you want to be. You're jealous - that Dad always preferred me, and never thought much of you.

Suddenly, a reverberation of jeers came from the fans in the main arena which echoed backstage. Storm remained composed and his eyes fixated on the camera as he patiently waited for the noise of the audience to die down. Once they did, he continued.

Mark Storm: You're nothing. You mean nothing to me. If you honestly believe that I fear you, then you're stupider than I last remember. I don't fear you. I don't fear anyone. The only thing I fear is the damage I can do to my opponents. But against you.. I don't fear that at all. In fact, it would probably be best for everyone - if I just kicked the life out of you.

Another reverberations of jeers came from the main arena. 

Mark Storm: You want me? Come get me, you little piece of shit. You believe that you're this companies salvation? You believe that your the man who's going to stop the chaos from ensuing?! You believe that you're going to stop me?!

He chuckled once again.

Mark Storm: Did your whore of a mother ever tell you the difference between real life and fairy tales?

"oos" from the audience could now be heard, after Storm had dropped the your mother line. He grinned from ear to ear, as his teeth glistened - impressed with himself, and he continued.

Mark Storm: The reality is you're never going to be me and that heroes, like you site yourself, don't exist. You're not going to stop the inevitable. You're not going to save these people. And you're certainly not going to stop Project Chaos from doing what they do best, ensuing chaos. You're just the other men on team Mac who claim they're going to do this.. and claim that they're going to do that. But they don't do anything!

He paused.

Mark Storm: You're no different.

Staring at the camera.

Mark Storm: Come and get me.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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[Dolan M. Winguard]

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BACKSTAGE

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The camera opens up to Xplode sitting in his office talking to someone. However it dosen't show their face but it only has attention to Xplode's face.

Xplode: So, why are you in here kid?

The camera now starts to pay attention to Chris Maverick who was revealed to be talking to Xplode. The fans are shocked since Maverick is a current fan-favorite.

Chris Maverick: I'm here to join you. And i'm going to prove to you why I deserve to join you, just by beating Justin Matthews next.

Xplode: Good enough, however.

Xplode: If you can't beat Justin tonight then there will be consequences.

Chris Maverick: Okay, I understand. But since my match is next i'll prove to you why.

Xplode: Alright then, go beat him.

Chris nods and puts his hand out and Xplode looks at it and Chris puts it down and walks away and leaves the locker room leaving the fans and commentators shocked.

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The feed then cuts in to an underground parking lot, where a limo is just pulling into view. It doesn't bother entering a proper parking spot; these must either be some very important people or drunk drivers.

All is revealed when a shady-looking character in a suit and wearing shades steps out on his own. His stature and menacing features would make him the perfect addition to the ECW roster. He heads to the back of the limo, opens up the trunk, and tosses out a body onto the ground. It's Living Dead Karl, and he appears to have knives through his back. The man slams the trunk door shut, quickly heads back inside the limo, and a split-second after slamming his door shut, the vehicle speeds off.

The shot pans in on LDK's lifeless body... hehe, "lifeless"...

Ace Heart, who must have lost his mind, is quick to enter the scene. Surely he wishes there were more interviewers than him right about now. LDK slowly gets up, brushes himself off, which causes dust to be scattered everywhere. He and Ace cough a bit as a result.

Ace Heart: "Living Dead Karl, are you all right?"

Living Dead Karl: "Well, I've had better days, Ace."

His response is weak-voiced. Then, there's a pause followed by a glare.

Living Dead Karl: "BITCH, I'm undead, the fuck's th-the MATTER with youuuu?"

Ace Heart: "What was that even about?"

Living Dead Karl: "It was a whoooole shit-load of nunya... nunya daaaamn buh-business?!"

Ace just shakes his head. With the danger nonexistent, he proceeds to leave. LDK grabs a hold of him, and Ace's life flashes before his eyes.

Living Dead Karl: "Waaaaaaaaait a second th-there, you fuckin' rubbernecker! Aren't you gonna get my thoughts on this whole wuh-war betweeeeen President Mac and X-Xplode?!"

Ace Heart: "Oh, uh, we're about to get on with the show, but, okay?"

Living Dead Karl: "You lazy-ass motherfucker! Well, a-anyway, in this little fuckin' wuh-war of theirs, theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee side I'm pickin' to win is - hey, which side do the FANS wanna see win?"

Ace Heart: "Uh, well, President Mac's side, of course!"

Living Dead Karl: "Then that's the side I wanna see FAIL! FUCK the, the, the motherfuckin' fuh-faaaaaaaaans, man! Let Xplode BLOW this place up like it was Oklahoma City all OVER again! And WHAT?"

He then walks away, staring down Ace as he does. 

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MATCH 2

ION Vs DEAD KARL

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There's 20 seconds of mist, dimmed lights and music playing, and once the lyrics kick in, a form manifests itself from the once-obscuring fog as if having risen from the ground itself. Living Dead Karl shambles into view, arms extended, moaning like the undead he is, but then drops the whole shtick and storms to the ring with purpose, trying to antagonize front seat adults and scare their kids.

Jessica Stroup: The following is set for one fall. Introducing First. Living Dead Karl!

The scene opens up as the TitanTron lights up with numbers randomly coming onto the screen, then some words.

129462659292661747450

.....The Matrix is Corrupted.....

Then basically at cue, the lights shut off in the arena as there are only lights from the fans phones in the crowd. The speculating crowd is wondering wha is going on and then suddenly, there is pyro that goes off across the stage from left to right. "Make It Work" by Tyga hits, and the crowd starts to buzz as the lights turn back on as the cameras cut straight to the ring where Announcer is. The cameras cut from the ring and goes to the stage as from backstage, a superstar that everyone has witness from various places. The superstar that emerged onto the stage is Ion. He walks out to the ramp, bouncing slightly as he looks around and let's out a bloodcurdling howl before walking down to the ring and walking to the steel steps, placing a foot on the first step and climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Ion places one foot on the middle turnbuckle and his other foot on the top turnbuckle as he takes a moment to look at the capacity crowd. Ion then shows a smirk on his face as he looks at the crowd. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Ion as he climbs down into the ring. He walks towards the ropes and scrambles up on the second set of ropes, leaning against them, and howls again, but this time, the fans respond with their own howls and a little boos throughout the arena. Ion hops off the ropes and heads to his corner.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent. From Indianapolis Indianna. Weighing in at 210 pounds. Ion

The ref rings the bell. Ion and LDK immediately grapple in center ring. LDK wins the test of strength, positioning Ion for a DDT. Two stiff punches from Ion to LDK’s ribcage forces him to release Ion. Again, they grapple in the center ring and this time Ion gets the upper hand, catching LDK into a headlock.

Aiello: And right off the bat, Ion is looking to establish some dominance here.

Using his slightly larger size to his advantage LDK forces himself free via shoving Ion into the ropes. Ion bounces off and goes for a jumping Lariat only to have Thunder duck underneath. Ion lands on his feet and both competitors stare at each from across the ring. Outside the crowd starts to get to its feet thanks to the impressive display of technical prowess from both men.

Piven: Well then, that was some ninja prowess there by Ion. 

Aiello: This one has been tooth and nail so far. 

Slowly, they both approach each other and yet again commence to grapple in center ring. Ion maneuvers behind LDK and tries to lock in The Mercy Seat, but it’s a trap! LDK pitches Ion down with a snapmare. He tries to follow it up with a quick sleeper hold, but Ion instantly pulls free and pops to his feet, delivering an European Uppercut to a surprised LDK. Trying to follow up, Ion charges LDK only to find himself slung across the ring with an Arm Drag. This time, LDK tries to take advantage. He lurches forward to Ion who’s still rising back to his feet.

Piven: See now that scares me, how do we know this guy isn't going to bite Ion and turn him in to a zombie? 

Grabbing Ion, LDK locks him into a DDT position again. Ion fights to keep his head from getting slammed to the mat. LDK tries to regain control, but finds himself lifted into the air and dropped back down as Ion pulls a Kneebreaker out of nowhere.

Aiello: Devastating kneebreaker there from Ion.

Wincing in pain, he instinctively limps away from Ion, but not quick enough! Ion follows up, landing a dropkick on LDK’s knee and sending him to a kneeling position. Going with the momentum, Ion finishes the combo off with a Spinning Neckbreaker. Ion covers!


1…
2…
KICKOUT!

Wasting little time, Ion gets back to his feet and pulls LDK up with him, including a sharp knee right into Ion’s gut, followed by a Snap Suplex from LDK, who floats over for the cover!


1…
2…
Kick out!

Aiello: VERY close there for Dead Karl!

LDK stands back, stalking Ion from behind as he works his way back to a standing position. Diving forward, he chop blocks Ion’s legs out from underneath him. LDK grabs hold of one leg and signals for a Figure Four! He spins around to try and lock it in, but meets a boot to the buttocks from Ion that sends him toppling forwards, through the ropes, and down to the mat below! Throwing his arms up like an unholy pterodactyl, Ion runs forward, catapulting himself over the top rope to hit a Flying Cross Body on LDK! Ion is the first to rise as the referee begins the count out.

1…

Ion grabs LDK by the back of his neck and guides him over to the ring post. LDK shakes his head in protest, but it’s a futile effort as his face gets shoved into the metal post, bouncing off the unforgiving metal!

2…

The arm gets attention next as Ion grabs a hold of it, and sends it into a collision course with the ring post as well! And again! And again!

3…
4…

Ion goes to throw LDK’s arm into the ring post again, but LDK braces himself! Fighting back, he grabs onto Ion’s arm and sends it into the ringpost! Ion retreats, but LDKs chases after him with a volley of punches from his good arm!

5…

LDK rolls Ion back into the ring and slides in after him. Relief is short for Ion, who finds himself lifted off the mat and brought right back down to it with a thunderous T-bone Suplex!

Aiello: Big suplex there from Dead Karl! Ion is reeling here. 

LDK picks up Ion, and for a second, before he hits Ion with a Dirt Nap. Cover.

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3!

The Ref signals for the bell, as Living Dead Karl rolls off of Ion and lies on the mat in exhaustion.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner. Living Dead Karl!

Aiello: And so it looks like the Living Dead Karl has his first victory in his first ever EWC match.

Piven: I don't know, this guy still doesn't seem right to me.

Aiello: Well that doesn't take anything away from his victory, Jeremy. Word now is that our camera man has found our EWC Champion backstage. Let's cut in there now!

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BACKSTAGE

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The camera appears inside of the locker room of Ruthless Aggression, the EWC Champion. She was sitting there lost in thoughts about something. She was looking down at something once her locker room door’s open. She tosses the letter into her gym bag as she looks up she kept her hands at her side. She kept a glare look right on the person who walks inside of the locker room. 

Ruthless Aggression: How can I help you? 

With a gopro video recorder in hand, Kurt has that look on his face as though he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, looking at Ruth and then back at the GoPro, Kurt quickly places it behind his back as he grins at the scenery.

Kurt Newman: I heard it was cleaner and smelled less of sweaty balls in here than the guys locker room……...that and I wanted to borrow a pair of Liz Smalls underwear…..for scientific research and all. I’d get into it but it’s really complicated and stuff…..with those neutrons and electrons and other scientsy stuff.”

Ruthann looks over at Kurt as she was trying to hold in a small laugh that forming inside of her but she couldn’t. She let it out as she drop her head a bit running her hand into her hair. She looks over at him moving her head to the side. 

Ruthless Aggression: It's good to see you’re still talking to me even though you haven’t return my calls for us to talk this out a bit. 

Kurt sighs as he walks over to a nearby chair and leans back on it as he looks over at Ruth.

Kurt Newman: It's nothing personal Ruth with the phone calls and stuff but a phone call can lead to a lot of things and I’ve burnt and got burnt on a lot of bridges. I’m a sexual guy in nature, there’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I mean if you were able to read my mind right now you’d be disturbed….I mean truly disturbed. It’s taking everything I have in me right now not to hit on you or make a move. So I apologize for not calling you back but if we were to talk, one thing would leave to another and I’d lose another friend for either ticking you off or getting bored of you and moving on to the next prize. 

Ruthless nods softly. 

Ruthless: I understand that but the way you came at me. That wasn’t cool one bit! I know when you try to bring it up to me last time. I blow you off but you have to understand. I was going through something personal and didn’t want to talk about the fucking war. I am tired of this war. It is time for this war to be over with. Look what this war is doing right now. It has friend against friend. 

Kurt scoffs as he combs his hair through his hand.

Kurt Newman: “Friends? You think I have any friends on that side of the aisle? You think I’d call of those guys when I’m in a pinch? And if I was to call them do you truly think they’d come and help? They’d pour gasoline on the fire and hand a book of matches over. You want this war to end…..right here right now? Then you take the throat of X and make a quick little insertion right across his throat and watch as he bleeds out. You cut the head off the snake and the rest of the body dies with it. I know thats a little dramatic but it’s true Ruth. X is nothing more than the serpent in the garden of eden in the Old Testament books Ruth. He promises everything under the sun and moon and the only thing that you need to do is eat that apple…….we as a society ate that apple and look where we’re at now Ruth? Fucking chaos in the world with no end in sight unless it's with the help of a nuclear holocaust. 

Kurt quickly stands up and makes his way over to Ruth and stands inches away from her face as he continues to talk.

Kurt Newman: You want this war to end champ? 

Kurt quickly stops talking as he sees Shelly Silver walking by. Wearing only a white t-shirt, Kurt steps in front of her and with a huge grin on his face addresses her.

Kurt Newman: I’ll be glad to sign your tits darlin.

The camera maneuvers behind Shelly who’s stupefied that Kurt is even in the ladies locker room to begin with. Before she can even react or talk Kurt lifts Shellys shirt over her face and begins to write his name on her boobs with a sharpie that he had in his pocket. Kurt leans back and looks at his signature….and of course her boobs as Shelly desperately tries to get the shirt off her face. Finally Shelly brings her shirt back over her body and has a ticked off look as she stares a hole into Kurt's head.

Kurt Newman: Was that a tattoo of Mrs. Pac Man trying to eat your nipple?

Raising her hand, Shelly slaps the shit out of Kurt and walks off leaving Kurt holding on his jaw. The cocky grin comes back to his face as he watches her walk away.

Kurt Newman: Call me!

Kurt adjusts his jaw as he looks back over at Ruth with a smile on his face.

Kurt Newman: She so wants me. Now where were we? Oh yeah! Pick a side. If you won't…..get out of the way and watch with your hands tucked to your side as this fed kills itself slowly from the inside out. 

Ruthless shook her head as she looks over at him. Ruthless places on her coat as she slides it across as she button it up placing her EWC Champion title over her shoulder. 

Ruthless: If you haven’t notice I have friends who are right now on both sides in this cancer of a war. Mark Storm is a young man I truly have respect for. A young man that has a very special spot in my heart. Along with many others like Derek and Floyd who is on the side of Mac. X and I have a connection that many will never understand. Kurt, you were someone who helped me become a bit more open. You help me not to be always serious about everything. I love the times we had together.

Ruthless cracks her neck. 

Ruthless: I was taught to be a honest person. I was taught to live by a certain code because of the way I grew up. I never had a family growing up. Everyone here in EWC I see as my family. I will not fight against my family. EWC was a family from the start but once people got into the ears of X and Mac. 

She sighed softly. 

Ruthless: Someone wants to see a war between these two happen and right now its happening. A war in my eyes shouldn’t been happening because when the company came back. Everything was going well. Everyone here was a family but now look at it. Don’t say its because of X or I am saying it's because of Mac. It because of the “war” that someone in the office started between these two men. So right now the so called family is breaking apart. I sometimes sit back and wish for those times when we all would just hang out together. The parties and everything. You know since my son was put into the hospital did anyone come up to me and ask me how he was doing.. or got a phone call about him. 

She laughs a bit as she shook her head.

Ruthless: I could use that as a reason why I am not in this war but it not. The reason and I still stand by my choice. Its something personal that was buried so deep between these two men that made this war happen. These two men should be the one finishing this war alone. In my eyes no one truly should be picking a side. These two need to fight it out which will happen at the Night of champions. So, since I am a lazy son of bitch that just don’t care about anything. Since I am the son of bitch that won’t follow around like a little puppy dog in either Jaden and Mac ass kissing really hard. I believe this conversation is over so call friend. 

Kurt just grins as he pulls out an e cigarette and takes a drag from it.

Kurt: You going to call a friendship off because of a difference of opinion? Because of words? Lets see what these so called friends of yours will do when they’re finally given that call to take you out because of that little stunt you did with Tara Mitchael…...because you know sooner or later they're going to return that beat down you gave to her. You know it’s coming Ruth, sooner or later you know they’re going to strike and when they do…...what do you think they’ll do? Give you a big ol hug and tell you everything is ok? Or are they going to beat the living shit out of you as Tara and X watch and smile as you’re in a pool of your own blood?”

Kurt is about to leave but stops as he blows out a string of smoke from his mouth. 

Kurt: Oh, since you want to talk about your kid and all…..what if someone was trying to take your son away from you because they thought you were doing a crappy job with him, that you didn’t love him and that you weren’t good enough, smart enough, or caring enough to raise him. You’d be ticked off wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t be sitting on the sideline and watching as they drove off with your kid right? You’d do everything in your power to get your kid back and I’d be the first one to help you out if you made that phone call because it’d be the right thing to do. EWC is Mac’s baby Ruth…...he’s put in the hours, the money, and the effort to make this fed grow and now X wants to come in and take it over without even having to lift a finger. I’m just trying to help Mac keep it in his possession because its the right thing to do. 

Kurt shrugs his shoulders as he turns his back to Ruth and makes his way out of the locker room.

Kurt: Do whatever you want to do though champ, I’m not going to stand in your way in what you think is right…...but X and his group started this war…..we plan on ending it with or without your help. 

Ruthann just looks right at him as she fixes her title on her shoulder. 

Ruthless: I am sorry you feel disappointed in me but that is my stand. I am not going to change it. Just like I told Mac and X that night when made my announcement on the side I am. You don’t like it. Then fuck you. 

Ruthann walks slowly passed him as she open the door and left it open as she walks ahead of him with a soft sigh. Kurt leans up against the door and watches her walk away as he takes another drag from his cigarette. 

Kurt: Silly little girl…...oh well, I tried. I wonder if Melissa Davenport or any of the other divas are taking showers right now.

A grin comes across Kurts face as he slowly makes his way towards the ladies shower area. The camera doesn’t follow though as the door closes behind him leading into the bathroom.

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MATCH 3

JAMES KASH Vs TITANIA

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Jeremy Piven: That was an incredible match by Ion & Dead Karl, but now it’s time to get ready for another exciting match. And frankly I don't know what's up with Newman and Ruth.

Joe Aiello: You’re right; two people will make their debuts now: James Kash and Titania. I’m ready for anything and I know you are too, Jeremy.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way first to the ring, standing 6’7” tall and weighing in at 265 lbs, from Dallas, Texas he is JAMES KASH!

"Gold Cobra" by Limp Bizkit hits the arena as Green and Gold lights pan across the arena. James Kash steps out onto the stage ready for a fight. He stops before looking out into the crowd with smug and arrogance across his face. He throws his arms into the air as a Massive set of Green Pyro's erupt across the stage behind him followed by Money falling from the rafters above. Kash slowly makes his way down the ramp as the Money continues to fall all around him. Once hitting the ring he smirks at the crowd and slowly climbs up the ring steps. He wipes his feet on the apron before climbing between the ropes into the ring. Kash climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle crossing his arms as the last of the falling money settles.

Joe Aiello: What arrogance this young man has, just throwing money away in the ring like that.

Joe Aiello looks to see Jeremy Piven is standing in his chair and grabbing several $100 bills as they fall down.

Jeremy Piven: Don’t look at me like that, I’m not ashamed of who I am!

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, making her way to the ring from Lincoln, Nebraska! Standing 5’11” tall and weighing in at 160 lbs, she is TITANIA!

”Hella Good” by No Doubt plays and she makes a high energy romp to the ring, tagging hands and hugging fans as she goes. Once at ringside she kisses a lucky fan on the cheek then slides into the ring and runs the ropes a few times to loosen up. From there she paces like a hungry lioness ready to pounce, as she awaits her opponent for the night.

Joe Aiello: Another EWC Starlet looking to make an impressive entrance here tonight. We’ve been seeing a flood of talent surging into EWC, will Titania became a rising star tonight?

Jeremy Piven: Or will James Kash come out successful in his career? We’re about to find out, buddy.

The referee checks both people for weapons and once he finds none, he calls for the bell to ring. Just as the bell rings, James Kash comes out with fierce Clothesline knocking down Titania. He places a foot on her face, holds the top rope and grinds his boot over her eyes. The fans boo loudly and the referee starts counting but James Kash lets go at 4 so he doesn’t get disqualified. Instead he starts stomping and kicking Titania’s arms and ribs.

She manages to roll away and tries getting up but James Kash is on top of her and he drives a knee into her ribs. Titania grunts loudly and is hit with a Double Knee Facebuster and hits the canvas hard. Not letting up, James drives several fists over her head, pulls her up by her arms and hits a Russian Leg Sweep. Once more, he lifts up his opponent in a Powerslam position but instead of hitting it, he spins around several times before finally connecting.

Joe Aiello: What an ego James Kash has. He’s man handling a woman with every size disadvantage possible.

Jeremy Piven: These fans are hating it and I’m sure Sean Connery is smiling knowing that his advice is being followed.

Joe Aiello: You’re misquoting Sean on that, he said it was okay to slap a woman-

Jeremy Piven: Do not talk like that on this fine show! Good day, sir!

James Kash takes a moment to relax on a turnbuckle and stretch out his limbs, giving Titania a moment to recover. The fans boo him and even one fan gives an order him to attack his opponent, but The Horseman ignores him. Titania gets up and as James Kash finishes stretching, he tries Double A Spinebuster but Titania blocks the attack and hits a Savate Kick. The blow stuns her opponent and Titania hits a Snap Suplex on James Kash who is shocked and now angered. 

The two get up with Titania hitting a powerful Spinning Back Fist and following through with a Stalling Vertical Suplex before hitting him much to the amazement of Joe Aiello, Jeremy Piven and the entire arena seeing a much smaller woman hit such a powerful move on a bigger opponent. Hooking her opponent’s arm, she lifts up James and drives a knee into his ribs several times before hitting a Gut Buster and this time, she takes a moment to stretch her muscles out in a corner.

Jeremy Piven: What amazing strength by Titania! It’s said that Titania is queen of the Fairies for a reason and now we see why!

Joe Aiello: Well-

Jeremy Piven: You lost your right to talk, woman hitter!

Joe Aiello: As I was saying, even smaller dogs-

Jeremy Piven: Now you’re calling her a dog? I refuse to work with you anymore.

Joe Aiello: Be professional! Titania is now on the giving end and showing James Kash what it’s like to take a beating by someone just as tough as he is.

The Queen of Summer Court doesn’t let James rest for long as she comes back over and drives both her knees into her opponent’s shoulder. He yells loudly and tries rolling out of the ring but Titania grabs his legs and pulls him back in. Flipping him over, she mounts him and starts punching her opponent’s face and the referee counts. She stops at three, gets off of her opponent and helps him up and goes for a German Suplex but James grabs the top rope.

Titania tries again and James holds tightly, throws an elbow back and hits her neck and The Horseman spins around her and hits a German Suplex of his own, holds on tightly, hits a second then follows up with a third. As he gets up, James “accidentally” knees Titania’s face which is admonished by the referee and jeered by the fans. Kash ignores the warning and instead helps up Titania, throws a few fists at her, tosses her into the ropes and hits a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. With a triumphant yell, James Kash starts getting up and hammering away at his opponent’s head.

joe Aiello: Looks like the pacing of this match has changed quickly. At this point, the winner could be anyone.

Jeremy Piven: There’s a lot on the line, the win here could make or break them concerning Night of Champions XII which is rapidly coming closer and closer. Will we see James Kash or will Titania come out victorious tonight?

Titania backs into a turnbuckle and tries using it to get up but James Kash kicks her legs and ribs as she tries standing up, then drives several fists over his opponent’s head. Having enough of his persistence, Titania throws a leg back and kicks her opponent’s gut. He comes back and attempts to lock in a Fujiwara Armbar but The Queen of the Summer Court locks her legs on the ropes and the referee tries breaking them up. He refuses and the referee stops counting but as he is about to count five, Kash breaks the hold. 

He mocks Titania as she gets up painfully and as Kash grabs her by the hair, Titania toss a Savate kick into his gut then quickly hits a Back Breaker and both are down. The referee checks and them and starts to count.

Jeremy Piven: I don’t believe it! James Kash and Titania are both knocked out.

Joe Aiello: These two have been hurting each other since this match began, and now we’re getting closer and closer to seeing a winner declared.

Titania recovers first and starts hitting several elbows over her opponent’s back and head. She doesn’t let up as she pulls her into a standing position then Titania hits Kash with a Spear, knocking him to the corner. James stumbles out when Titania attempts to follow up with the Face Caver, but James Kash slips out. Kash kicks Titania in the mid-section and slips her head in between his legs. Kash lifts both arms in the air and riles up the crowd. Kash then lands a devastating  "The Payoff" and goes for the pin on Titania half way across the ring. 


ONE!...




TWO!...




THREE!!!

"Gold Cobra" by Limp Bizkit
 starts playing as the fans boo James Kash. The referee holds up Kash's right arm in victory.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, JAMES KASH!

Joe Aiello: What an impressive win for Kash! A huge win for him! Could he be making her way towards a championship shot at Night of Champions XII?

Jeremy Piven: We might be looking at a future EWC Champion here tonight. Folks don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back to Monday Night Brawl live in Toronto after this.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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[Dolan M. Winguard]

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BACKSTAGE

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The feed returns with Smith Jones standing on the street corner waiting for a streetcar. He’s been swamped by fans and has been signing autographs and taking pics during the whole previous match. Now having his fill of the attention, Smith steps over to the curb as a streetcar arrives. He hops up the steps. The doors close behind him as he walks towards the middle of the--

Driver: Excuse me, sir. That’s three dollars.

She is not happy to see the camera crew and has no intention of letting them get on for free.

Smith Jones: Oh, hi. I’m sorry, we have this all cleared with the TTC. Maybe you don’t know who I am. I’m Smith Jones and I’m--

Driver: It wouldn’t make a difference if you were Bridget Jones. You still ain’t gettin’ on this streetcar for free. Not on my watch!

Smith Jones: Come on! It’s Victoria Day!

She points at the fare container and eyes Jones harshly.

Smith Jones: Lady, I...

Driver: Not on MY WATCH!! By the way, where’s Candice??

Smith Jones: (grumble, grumble)

Jones reaches into his pocket and produces a loonie and a twonie to pay his three dollar fare. The cameraman does the same. Now they walk to the middle of the streetcar as Smith continues to speak.

Smith Jones: We’ll be there in just a few stops and yes Candice will be there when we arrive. To tide you over, here’s a clip of Candice and me at another one of my favourite places to visit in Toronto earlier today.

earlier today

Dissolve to a shot of a long lineup for a rollercoaster at Canada’s Wonderland theme park just north of the city. The sign reads Vortex. At the very front of the line are Smith Jones and Candice Bergetz. Smith smiles at the sign as teenage memories come flooding back. Smith squeezes Candice’s hand as the train returns with a load of smiling passengers. As the gate opens, a young kid just barely big enough to ride comes out of nowhere and hops into the car in front of Candice and Smith.

Smith: What the--?

Candice: Smith, just let it go. We’ll take the next one.

Jones: Someone needs to teach that kid a lesson and I’m just the one to--

Kid: Too slow, sucker! I thought Smith Jones would be faster than that!

Jones: Oh, I’m plenty fast! You cheated!

Kid: Did not!

Jones: Did too!

Kid: Did not!!

Jones: Did too!!

Kid: DID NOT!!!

Jones: DID TOO!!!!!!

Candice: Smith Jones!! Will you stop?!!??!??!!!!?

Jones: Well, he started it!

Kid: (mockingly) Well, he myah myah myah!

Jones balls up both fists and heads for the kid. Candice puts her body in his way as the kid gets strapped in.

Kid: See you on the other side, Smitty!

The rollercoaster pulls away as Jones stews in his overdeveloped rage.

Candice: Smith. You’re the sweetest guy I know when we’re alone. Why are you so Jones today?

Jones: People…

He stops himself and takes a deeeeeeep breath. Jones looks Candice in the eye and Smith’s shoulders relax a little bit.

Smith: People make me tense. I wish it weren’t true. Fan fave or not, I’m uncomfortable when I’m surrounded by people for extended periods of time.

Candice: Another coaster is coming. Look.

Sure enough, a different train stops in the station.

Candice: Better?

Smith nods. Just then another kid, possibly the first kid’s brother, hops into the car in front of Candice and Smith. Jones’ face turns red as he dives towards the kid in the coaster. A collective gasp goes up into the air as the camera cuts back to a wide panning shot of inside the AIR CANADA CENTRE.

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MATCH 4

JC STYLES Vs TONY SAVAGE

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"Until The Day I Die" by Story Of The Year hits the pa system as smoke fills the stage as JC Styles comes walking out taunting the fans as he gets to the ring and slides in.

Jessica Stroup: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 238 lbs, from Madison, WI... J...C... STYLES!

Aiello: Here comes a man who is very talented, JC Styles.

Piven: True, but this man is fighting a former US Champion, Tony Savage.

Aiello: Could there be a prize if JC Styles can defeat a former US Champion?

Piven: Well we will see right now.

No pyro, no flash, no fancy opening...

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.

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: Here comes the man we we're talking about. The former US Champion, Tony Savage!

Piven: As you would know, Stroup would say being managed by Kid Cannabis but sadly he passed away.

Aiello: True, that is sad but lets get on with the match.

Piven: Do you think that Cannabis's death will affect Savage by making him go easy on JC or go hard?

Aiello: Not sure, but as I repeat lets get on with this match!

The bell rings and Tony runs at JC and then punches him and knees him in the head and then knees him in the gut and punches him in the back and kicks him in the leg, JC falls down and Tony knees the laid out JC who is laying on the rope. However Senior Official Earl Hebner runs up to Tony and tells him to stop and Tony threteans the ref and then stomps on JC and the ref counts to 5 but Tony stops at 4 and does it again and then stops at 4 and picks up JC and knees him in the gut. Tony picks up JC and then whips him in the ropes and hits him with a Arn Anderson style spinebuster! Tony taunts.

Aiello: Oh man, can JC make a comeback and stop Tony or will Tony dominate JC?

Piven: Lets be honest, this is a Tony Savage we have never seen and will he maybe be like this forever?

Aiello: I'm not sure but lets pay attention to the match.

Tony goes for the cover and pins JC,

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Aiello: Oh my god, JC is making a comeback and he's trying to win this!

Piven: True, I don't think Tony is gonna be able to slow this match down.

JC throws Tony in and then springboard 450 splashes him! JC points to the top and drags Tony and goes on the top rope. Tony struggling to get up using the ropes shakes the top rope and then JC falls. Tony grabs JC and then back suplexes him! However JC elbows him but Tony still does it but Tony gets stuck onto the middle rope and then he falls upside down on the ropes and JC backflips when he's in the air for the back suplex since nobody is holding him to go down. JC gets to the corner and runs up the middle rope and then backflips and then dropkicks Tony! Tony falls off the ropes and rolls out the ring and then JC runs to the rope and suicide dive's him and Tony and JC both fall over the annouce table! The fans start chanting "HOLY SHIT!"

Aiello: OH MY GOD! THEY JUST WENT OVER THE ANNOUCE TABLE, BOTH MEN ARE OUT, BOTH MEN ARE OUT!!!

Piven: Chill out, chill out. That was pretty sick but chill out. Are they okay?

Tony crawls his way out wheere his head hit the chair but he crawls and then grabs JC and Arn Anderson style spinebusters him onto the steps! He throws JC in and picks him up and Cardiac Arrest's him! he goes for the cover.

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Jessica Stroup: "Your winner of this match....TONY SAVAGE!!!!

Earl Hebner raises the arm of Tony Savage as he struggles to pull himself up by the ropes.

Piven: That's a big win for Savage, he needed one badly.

Aiello: Did he ever. It appears that we are going to send you backstage, as our other Hardcore Champion seems to be in the building.

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BACKSTAGE

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We return to Brawl and see Derek Wellings with his Hardcore Championship. He's not booked tonight but is still here in support of Kurt Newman for his match against Axle Aomori. The Airborne Ranger opens the locker room to find the lights out. Not afraid of what's inside, he walks in.

Derek Wellings: I didn't know it was my birthday!

Several red lights turn on and Leon Roberts is lounging out on a King's Throne set up in the center of the locker room, his wife Monica at the base of his throne, leaning across his chest, feeding Leon slices of apples.

Leon Roberts: Happy Birthday, Airborne Ranger Derek Wellings.

Derek Wellings: NOT YOU! I was looking for Kurt Newman!

Monica Roberts: Derek sweetie, sit down and shut up.

With the Hardcore title off his waist and around his shoulder, Derek takes a seat across from Leon.

Leon Roberts: Oh, Derek we both know why you're here but it's not for the reason you say it's for.

Derek Wellings: Yes it is, I'm here to wish Kurt good luck tonight as there's a lot of eyes on him.

Leon Roberts: Lie to me and yourself, but don't lie in front of my wife. We know there's a dark presence inside of you.

Derek Wellings: Everyone has something they're not showing.

Monica Roberts: You more so than anyone else.

Derek Wellings: Pardone moi?

Leon Roberts: A few weeks ago, we were banging red headed sluts left and right, I saw something in you trying to escape. I've known you for about seven years give or take-

Derek Wellings: I thought it was fourteen-

Leon Roberts: Don't interrupt daddy when he's talking.

Derek Wellings: Sorry.

Leon laughs as Monica dips another slice of apple into caramel and puts it in his mouth. Meanwhile the Airborne Ranger is shocked how suddenly obedient he is, despite his past of annoyance with all others.

Leon Roberts: If you want to get over this win/win/lose/lose/lose thing you have going on, you need to be honest with me and yourself. You need to stop being the Airbronie everyone loves and be the Airborne Ranger people hate, the side of you that you keep stuffed away. The side of you that controlled Northern Championship wrestling for over a year as you dominated the best that came after you.

Derek Wellings: Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Roberts?

Leon Roberts: You use to be the tough guy people feared to face in the ring. A man who destroyed his opponents with overwhelming force. Look at you now, you're just a kitten.

Derek Wellings: No, I'm a puppy if anything. I'm allergic to cats.

Leon Roberts: Point is, you're just a shallow puppet of what you use to be. I want you to join me in becomming the dreaded Airborne Ranger you were meant to be. This Friday Night at Rampage, you need to not only wrestle with Storm. But you need to break him in half, you need to prove that there is a dangerous side to you so that Project Chaos and EWC can see the terror that you can bring down on us.

Derek Wellings; You're full of crap, Roberts. I've always been me and I always will be me, so I don't need you telling me anything.

Suddenly the door opens and Floyd Shooter walks in and looks at Derek.

Floyd Shooter: Derek, where have you been man? I found Kurt for you... who are you talking to?

Derek Wellings: I was talking to Leon and Monica Rob-

Derek turns to the throne to see it abandoned with a bowl of sliced apples and caramel were Leon was sitting. He looks around to see that Monica and Leon have both disappeared on him, leaving Floyd Shooter to question Derek's sanity.

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MATCH 5

CHRIS MAVERICK Vs JUSTIN MATTHEWS

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

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

Jessica Stroup: Standing six feet two inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and nine pounds, residing from Hollywood, California, “C-Mav” Chris Maverick!!!

Aiello: Chris Maverick looks ready for a fight here tonight, this is going to be great.

Piven: It's going to come down to who wants it the most, Maverick or Matthews.

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

Aiello: Justin Matthews making his way down to the ring with a look of purpose across his face..

Piven: I don't know about you, but I think Justin Matthews will be victorious tonight..

Bell Rings 

Justin Matthews and Chris Maverick circle the ring both trying to get a feel for each other. Matthews catches Maverick with a toe kick and quickly locks on a headlock. He applies the pressure as Maverick backs up to the ropes and easily pushes Matthews forward. Matthews bounces back looking for a shoulder block, but Maverick takes him down to the mat with a hard clothesline. Matthews pops back up to his feet and is met with another clothesline taking him back down to the mat. Maverick grabs Matthews by his head and pulls him back up to his feet sending him to the ropes with an irish whip. Matthews bounces back and Maverick takes him down to the mat with a hip toss. Matthews is quick back up to his feet and Maverick takes him back down to the mat with another hip toss. Maverick locks on a headlock and applies the pressure. Matthews tries fighting out of the hold, but Maverick has it locked on tight.

Aiello: Chris Maverick on top of things in the early going of this matchup up.

Piven: The way he moves across the ring is like art, this guy here is full on untapped potential.

Matthews manages to get free from the headlock by grabbing the bottom rope as Maverick releases the hold. Both men make their way back to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring. Maverick delivers a quick right hand to Matthews, who ducks the attempt grabbing Maverick from behind. Matthews lifts Maverick into the air and drops him on his head with a german suplex. Matthews keeps ahold of Maverick and guides both men back to their feet connecting with another german suplex. Matthews hooks the legs of Maverick for the cover as the ref gets down to make the count.

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Aiello:Justin Matthews trying to put Chris Maverick away in a fast hurry here tonight.

Piven: Justin is two for two here in the EWC and I know he's looking for another win after his loss last week.

Both men make their way back to their feed and Maverick catches Matthews with a huge right hand dropping him on the mat. Matthews makes his way back to his feet as Maverick keeps positioning himself in front of Matthews. Maverick catches Matthews with a stiff kick to the midsection and takes him down to the mat with a spinning neckbreaker. Maverick hooks the legs of Matthews for the cover as the ref gets down to make the count.

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but Matthews kicks out right before the count of two.

Aiello:Chris Maverick is now the one trying to put Justin Matthews down for the three count.

Piven:Both of these guys are looking for a victory and we get one hell of a matchup in the process.

Maverick guides Matthews back to his feet and sends him across the ring into the corner with an irish whip. Maverick charges forward looking for a clothesline, but Matthews gets both feet up knocking Maverick back. Matthews quickly hops up to the top turnbuckle and takes Maverick down to the mat with a top rope cross body. Matthews makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count.

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but Matthews kicks out right at the count of two himself.

Aiello:These two are looking for a win, but seem to be trying to out do the other.

Piven:No complaints over here, this action is just incredible tonight.

Maverick guides Matthews back to his feet and unloads with right jabs and back hand chops backing Matthews up to the ropes. Maverick sends Matthews across the ring with an irish whip and bends over looking for a back body drop. Matthews bounces back and stops in front of Maverick waiting for Maverick to look up. Matthews catches Maverick with a stiff kick to the midsection and takes him down to the mat with a hurricanrana. Matthews unloads with quick right hands keeping Maverick grounded on the mat. Matthews climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle before flying through the air and connecting with a Flying Headbutt in the middle of the ring. Matthews hooks the legs of Maverick for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count.

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Aiello: Justin Matthews trying to pull out everything to put Chris Maverick down for the three count.

Piven: The way he flies through the air is just flawless and it's where he makes the most impact on his opponents.

Matthews guides Maverick back to his feet and sends him to the corner with an irish whip. Matthews climbs up the corner stopping on the second ropes and drives his fist into the face of Maverick. Matthews has the crowd counting along with each hit he connects. Maverick grabs Matthews after the count of six and drives him down to the mat with a powerbomb. Maverick makes his way back to his feet and grabs Matthews by his hair pulling him back up to his own feet. Maverick drives his foot deep into the midsection of Matthews and lifts Matthews into the air. Maverick walks around the ring with Matthews before dropping him on his back with the Alabama Slam. Maverick hooks his legs for the cover as the ref makes the count.

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Aiello: Chris Maverick trying to end this match with that devastating Curb Stomp.

Piven: Matthews said he wasn't going out that way and got his shoulder up before the count of three.

Maverick guides Matthews back to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Matthews jumps up the second rope bouncing back grabbing Maverick around the neck and attempts a springboard DDT, but Maverick pushes Matthews forward sending him down to the mat face first. Matthews makes his way back to his feet and Maverick kicks him in the midsection positioning his head between his legs. Maverick taunts the crowd before connecting with Canada's Finest in the middle of the ring. Maverick makes his way back to his feet pulling Matthews back to his feet and planting him on the mat with the Resolution of Death. Maverick hooks the legs of Matthews for the cover as the ref makes the count.

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The ref raises Chris Maverick's arms into the air as his music hits the arena. The fans cheer loudly as Matthews rolls to the outside and back up the ramp. Maverick taunts the crowd one more time before making his own exit and his way back up the ramp.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen you winner of the matchup via pinfall, Chris Maverick!!!

Aiello: After Chris Maverick connected with both the Canada's Finest and the Resolution of Death, there was no kicking out for Justin Matthews.

Piven: Justin Matthews put up one hell of a fight here tonight, but Chris Maverick walks away tonight with the victory.

Chris Maverick celebrates his victory against Justin Matthews. Maverick picks up Matthews and, with Earl Hebner attempting to impede him, lands a sickening snap DDT on him in the middle of the ring. The fans boo as "One Nation Army" by the White Stripes plays throughout the arena.

Aiello: Oh come on, i'm sick of this. From all we treated to Maverick this is what he returns to us? By using assault in an attempt at siding up with Xplode!?! I can't believe this!

Piven: I'm sick of this and angry but you're over reacting right now.

Aiello: And after that we're going to send you to a quick commercial break! Go take that number two you've been holding in.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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[Dolan M. Winguard]

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BACKSTAGE

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The camera's feed returns from commercial to the location of Nathan Creed's locker room backstage, where to the appeasement of the crowd he is depicted on camera preparing for his match by sliding on his signature green wristbands, when there's a deafening knock at the door.

Nathan Creed: It's open!

He assures, inviting the unknown stranger into his locker room. He was of course preparing for Ace Heart to come in and begin asking him questions concerning the events of his match last week, but as usual, you must expect the unexpected in the EWC. Because that's exactly what he got, someone he didn't expect let alone want to see at a time like this.

Joel Hightower: Hi there!

Nathan's eyebrows shift downward as he rises from his seat, approaching his former friend in an aggressive manner.

Nathan Creed: You again, what in the hell are you doing here Joel?!

Joel Hightower: Easy.

He says with his arms up in a manner of surrender.

Nathan Creed: Is it me? Because you really can't be this stupid to keep coming back after I blatantly told you that I want nothing more to do with you!

Joel Hightower: Come on. Settle down. I'm not here to wish or bring you any ill-will tonight. I just came to show my support and see the show. I know that you can't find it in your heart to forgive me of all the things I've done recently, and I know that asking you to renew your contract with me is simply out of the question; but I'm on my way to the poor house. I made some bad investments .. money got tied up in all the wrong places .. and .. and before too long I'll have the IRS kicking down my door on the hunt for money--

Nathan is seen rolling his eyes and begins to play "the world's smallest violin" by rubbing the face of his index finger and thumb together, as a means to express his disinterest in the following topic.

Nathan Creed: Yeah, that's really bad--for you! But what does any of this have to do with me? I hope you're not attempting to pull at my heartstrings and guilt me into re-signing with you. You were in the breach of the agreement we made prior to me coming to the EWC, therefore everything that has happened to you thus far is your own fault.

Joel Hightower: I know it is, believe me, I know. And my intentions weren't to guilt you into anything or have a pity party--

Nathan Creed: Then what the fuck are you doing here?

Joel Hightower: I'm here to wish you well .. oh, and get my autograph.

Joel pulls out a pad with a scrap sheet of paper that is cut off at the foot of it, along with a pen from his pocket. Nathan stands back and folds his arms, putting on his best curious face before answering.

Nathan Creed: You came all the way to Canada ..

The Toronto Natives rave and cheer at the mention of their country.

Joel Hightower: Well .. yeah. Maybe I can sell it for a couple thou on eBay or something.

Nathan takes the pen from Joel and proceeds to autograph the notepad for him.

Nathan Creed: There! Consider it a parting gift.

Joel Hightower: Thanks. Good luck old friend.

Joel extends his hand to Nathan, who just looks down at him for a brief moment, collects his U.S. Championship - placing it over his shoulder - then sneers his nose up at Joel prior to making his leave. Upon Nathan's departure from the area, a wicked and sinister smile comes across Joel's face. Alerting the crowd that he may be up to something, but the camera's feed fades before anything is revealed to the public.

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MATCH 6

SAM ATTIC Vs CORY CHEVELLE

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“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! Chevelle who is still standing on the stage looks at the ring and crowd and then Sam Attic runs out and attacks Cory! Sam grabs Cory by the hair and punches him and then drags him to the ring but he didnt throw him in and then Sam throws Chevelle shoulder first into the steps!

Sam throws Chevelle in the ring and the bell rings and Sam stomps on Chevelle mutiple times and picks him up and pushes him in the corner and knees him in the gut and hits him in the back of the head and lays Chevelle on the bottom rope and chokes him out and Senior Offical Earl Hebner counts to 5 but Sam lets go at 4 and picks up Chevelle and elbows him in the head mutiple times and keeps him in the corner and runs to the oppisite corner and stinger splashes him into a DDT!

Aiello: Oh come on! Chevelle got attacked from Sam Attic.

Piven: Hate him or like him, Attic is a smart man for attacking a big man like Chevelle before the match.

Attic picks up Chevelle and throws him out the ring and Attic rolls out the ring and runs into a big clothesline by Chevelle! The crowd cheers and Chevelle throws Attic in the ring and Chevelle taunts and waits for Attic and hits Attic with a big clothesline! Cory picks up Attic and hits him with the Gorilla Warfare! Cory taunts and waits for Attic to get up and then he runs at him going to hit him with the Bloodlust! However Sam moves out the way and throws the ref in! The ref is knocked out and Cory is shocked and Attic grabs a chair and hits Cory in the back of his head with the chair then on his back and drops the chair and picks up Cory and powerbombs him on the chair! Attic laughs and sits in the corner.

Aiello: Come on, Attic has cheated twice in this match!

Piven: Smart move by Attic though, First, he cheap shot attacks Cory, Second he makes the ref take Cory's finisher and then use a chair.

Attic picks up the chair and waits for Chevelle to get up and then a con-chairito! Chevelle is out and theres blood coming out of Cory's mouth. Attic picks up Cory and runs and Cory hits him with the Bloodlust right onto the chair! The fans cheer but Cory dosen't have enough power to go for the pin. Cory tries to crawl to the rope but he holds his jaw in pain.

Piven: Oh no, Cory is screwed right here if he can't get up and go for the cover.

Aiello: Come on Cory, get up! Win this for all the fans! Beat that cheating bastard.

Cory gets up but he's still in pain and see's the ref getting up so he rolls over Sam and grabs the chair and throws it out the ring and Earl gets up then Cory picks up Sam and then goes to hit him with the Gorilla Warfare but Sam wiggles off and pushes him against the rope trying to roll him up but Cory hangs on the ropes so Sam rolls back wards and then Cory turns and Sam gets up and walks into a BloodLust! Cory goes for the cover and Earl counts.

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Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match, CORY CHEVELLE!!!!

Piven: What a win for Chevelle, Attic had it coming!

Aiello: You're damn right he did! I'm actually getting word that there is some sort of chaos going on backstage though!

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BACKSTAGE

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The cameras cut to the scene of Mark Storm and The Vigilante fighting backstage in the corridors, whilst the other staff members watch in terror as they try to get out of the way of it. The Vigilante connects with two punches to the jaw which send Storm back channeling a little, as he stumbles backwards. Storm however manages to get back into it by delivering a punch of his own, connecting with the forehead of The Vigilante. 

The Vigilante is dressed in blue jeans and a black hoodie, which covers his face however the audience can tell it is him by his stance and fighting ability. The Vigilante grabs Storm by his hair and throws him up against some of the equipment laid out, Storm goes crashing into it - creating a thud! The Vigilante viciously mounts on top of him and attacks him with a barrel of punches.

Vigilante: You wanted some! Now you got some! Come on champ, fight me!

Storm manages to kick the Vigilante off of him, which stops his momentum. The Vigilante walks towards him by Storm now has a weapon in his hand, a lead pipe, which he swings towards the Vigilante - who dodges out of the way!

Staff Member: Somebody get security!

The Vigilante then tries to clothesline Storm, but Storm connects the pipe to the stomach of the Vigilante just in time! The Vigilante instantly falls to the ground and holds onto his stomach whilst Storm continues to hit the Vigilante like he's some sort of animal. Storm holds the pipe like it's a baseball bat and with every shot, groans in anger and frustration!

Suddenly a crew of security rush to the scene and pull Storm away from the Vigilante, who is unconscious from the repeated bats of the lead pipe from Mark Storm, who grabs his championship belt which was on the floor and walks away with a grin on his face.

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MATCH 7

NAIROBI JORDAN Vs NATHAN CREED

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Aiello: Well the feud between Storm and Vigilante continues to escalate. What a show we've had thus far and what a match we have in store for you next. The newly crowned United States Champion will be going up against The Phoenix, Nairobi Jordan. Thoughts on this one Jere?

Piven: Well, I think its obvious who my pick is going to be on to win this match. And it’s got to be with the United States Champion man, Nathan Creed! What a career he has had here so far in the EWC.. He’s defeated some of the top athletes here like Kurt Newman – and then beating Floyd Shooter last week.. What an achievement!

Aiello: Perhaps Shooter will get his championship rematch at Night of Champions?

Piven: Perhaps, Night of Champions is looking sweet I can tell you that Joe.

"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.

Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Hickory, North Carolina – weighing in a two hundred and twenty five pounds.. he is your NEW EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION… NATHAAAAANNNN CREEEEEED!!

Nathan slapped five with a line of his fans that sat in the front row, and 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 – and holds up his EWC United States Championship proudly above his head whilst the audience embrace him with a chorus of cheers and “CREED” chants.

Aiello: The US Champion sure looks confident out here.

Piven: The crowd sure do love our new US champion, too.

Flames shoot up from stage The Phoenix jumps through the smoke that was left behind. Standing on the entrance ramp looks in the distance before making his way to the ring.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Okinawa, Japan - weighing in a two hundred and five pounds... THE PHOENIX... NAIROBBIIIII JORDAAANNNN!

He jumps onto the apron and enters the ring before hoisting himself up onto the turnbuckle, where he poses for the audience who embrace him with cheers however there is a minority who boo The Phoenix who simply smirks arrogantly before jumping down and walking over to his designated corner.

Creed passes his United States Championship to Stroup who exits the ring with the title in her hands. Creed then looks on at his opponent Nairobi Jordan who glares back at him, both men nodding towards each other out of appreciation whilst the referee outlines the expectations and rules the two men must comply by. Once reading, the bell is rung and the match begins.

DING DING DING!

Instantly the two circle the ring before quickly locking up, it doesn’t take long for Creed to lock The Phoenix in a headlock, tightening the hold whilst Jordan holds onto his waist firmly. Nairobi manages to escape as he pushes Creed towards the ropes, forcing him onto the ropes and sends him over to the opposite ropes. Creed rebounds off the ropes and on his way back shoulder barges Nairobi to the ground. Creed runs to the ropes once again but Nairobi is quick to get up onto his feet, Nairobi leap frogs over the approaching Creed, rather expertly. He then dodges under the clothesline attempt from the united states champion, before landing a sweet drop kick which stuns the champ and sends him crashing to the mat. Nairobi turns towards the audience and receives a positive ovation as the audience applaud him for his action.

Aiello: Fast start from Nairobi, managed to get the best out Creed there!

Piven: You forget how fast this kid is, he is literally rapid when he steps into that ring.

Creed watches him play with the audience as he slowly rises to his feet. Creed walks over to him and delivers a few stiff chops to the chest, which sends Nairobi backtracking. Creed then alternates and delivers a few stiff forearm shots to the face, which sends Nairobi backtracking towards the turnbuckle. Creed then throws in a few kicks, to the mid section as he forces Nairobi back into the turnbuckle, who is helpless and has to endure the numerous kicks being delivered by Creed. Creed then backs off a little before connecting with a clothesline to Nairobi who hits the mat instantly. Creed drags Nairobi to the center of the ring and attempts the pin.

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Aiello: Nairobi is getting back into this one with a sweet enziguri kick!

Piven: All he’s gotta do now is build some momentum.

Nairobi runs to the ropes and on his return spin kicks Creed down to the mat. He instantly gets back up onto his feet and runs to the ropes once more, springboarding off of the second rope and sending himself backwards as he perfects a springboard moonsault and takes out Creed who was up on his feet!

“NAIROBI! NAIROBI! NAIROBI!”

Aiello: What a move from Nairobi Jordan!

He then goes to the man and goes for the pin.

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Piven: This kid is showing some fight, alright!

Both men are back on their feet and scrapping once again as the two exchange punches between one another! Back and forth punches with the audience getting involved as certain sections of the fans cheer for Nairobi, whilst virtually everyone cheers for Creed. Creed delivers a lethal right hand who sends Nairobi backwards towards the ropes, who leans against them. Creed runs towards him with the intent to clothesline him out of the ring however Nairobi pulls the top rope down and goes down with it, sending Creed going over the top rope and out of the ring.

Nairobi looks at the audience who are urging him to fly outside the ring. Nairobi grins from ear to ear.

Aiello: Here we go! Nairobi is about to fly!

Nairobi runs to the opposite ropes, rebounds off of them before running toward the side where Creed is getting up onto his feet, but before Creed knows it he’s back on his arse. Nairobi performs a suicide dive and lands on Creed!

Piven: Suicide dive!

“THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”

By now the referee is on his third count and Nairobi is back on hjs feet. Nairobi picks Creed up by his hair and tries to smash his head against the barricade, but Creed is having none of it, and grabs the head of Nairobi and smashes his head against the barricade! Nairobi holds on his face before revealing that a cut has emerged, and he’s bleeding!

Creed uses this to his advantage as he then grabs Nairobi by his hair and smashes his head this time against the apron, before storming over to the ring steps and smashing his head hard against that, before finally rolling him into the ring.

Aiello: Fuck me – the blood is literally dripping off of his face now.

Nairobi holds his hands out as he looks at his bloody hands. He turns around and Creed grabs onto his stomach, hoists him up into the air – and performs a belly-to-belly suplex on Nairobi Jordan!

Aiello: It’s got to be over now! Creed is going for the pin!

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Creed raises his head with disbelief whilst the audience applaud Nairobi who rolls out of the ring to recover. Creed argues with the official, believing that the three count was there!

Piven: Wow! Nairobi just kicked out after that belly-to-belly! And look at the state of him!

Nairobi is back on his feet and slides himself into the ring. He ducks under a clothesline attempt, turns around and delivers the sunset kick to Nathan Creed!

Aiello: OH MY GOD! SUNSET KICK BY NAIROBI JORDAN! HE MAY HAVE JUST BEATEN THE US CHAMPION! HE’S GOTTA GO FOR THE PIN!

He quickly mounts on top of Creed and goes for the pin as he hooks his legs!

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Piven: How the hell is this happening! OH MY GOD, WHAT A MATCH!

“THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”

Another round of this is awesome chants commence and Nairobi Jordan is resting against the turnbuckle. Wondering to himself what the hell he’s got to do to put away the United States Champion.

Aiello: Nairobi has shocked everyone by performing so well against the United States Champion here tonight! He’s gained a brand new fan in me.

Piven: And me!

Creed is now back on his feet and the two glare at each other from opposite sides of the ring. The two then circle the ring before meeting in the middle, where Nairobi swings his leg towards Creed, who grabs his leg. Nairobi then goes for the enziguri but Creed steps out of the way and Nairobi flops to the floor. Nairobi rises to his feet and has no answer to the “Battle Cry” rolling elbow from Creed! Who then covers Nairobi!

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DING DING DING!

Jessica Stroup: The winner of the match.. the EWC United States Champion – NATHAAANN CREEEED!

Aiello: Ladies and Gentleman, Nathan Creed has done it again! It looked like Jordan was going to pull off an amazing upset here tonight, but Creed has stretched his streak to 9-0!!

Piven: Okay, maybe this guy is for real.

Aiello: Jesus, Jeremy. Open your eyes! Folks, we are all going to have to recover from that bought. We'll be back with the Main Event match, right after this quick commercial break!

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BACKSTAGE

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After the commercial break, Monday Night Brawl returns with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven as they sit at ring side. 

Aiello: Now, once again, Smith Jones brings you a piece of his hometown.

Dissolve to a shot of silver elevator doors, closed. As they open, we see that it is full of people, not the least conspicuous of which is Smith Jones, dressed in a white suit. He is accompanied this time by his lovely manager, the stunning strategist Candice Bergetz. She is wearing a red ¾ sleeved dress with her hair cascading down in sexy ringlets and tendrils.

They have their arms linked as they exit the elevator together and out onto the observation deck of the CN Tower! They walk a short distance and open a set of doors to the exterior viewing area that looks down over the megacity. Smith as a chilly breeze kicks up, Smith steps behind Candice and wraps his arms around her while they gaze off in different directions on a living city on a regular Monday night. They ignore the cameras and the people crowding all around them and stay lost in the view and in each other. Candice leans back even harder as Smith hugs her a little more tightly. They both smile like children.


Smith Jones: Here she finally is. The stunning strategist is in my arms as we stand atop the city that made me, er, at least the city that I made myself in. This is home and I just love coming up here to take in the view whether I look south down at Centre Island or the Island Airport or whether I turn east and see Union Station and a neat highway of train tracks leading into and out of the city. Whether I look north towards the dense downtown core and beyond to the sprawling suburbs or whether I just try to see as far across Lake Ontario as I can, this view kills me every time. As much as I try to look ahead, there’s no denying that this town holds memories for me that I am not yet ready to part with, nor do I want to. From my childhood adventures to my first wrestling show right down there at Rogers Centre to the many places I’ve almost died in and around town. No matter where this International journey takes me, there will always be a comfort in coming home to Toronto. And now that Candice has agreed to live with me here, I can think of no place on Earth I’d rather come to relax. Isn’t it beautiful up here Candice?

Candice Bergetz: It’s absolutely breathtaking. I am so glad you finally brought me here.

Smith takes Candice by the hand and leads her to the door just as a blast of chilly night air whips through them. He leads her over to the glass floor.


Smith Jones: These have been the happiest days of my life and I’ve never felt quite so relaxed and calm in all my…


Just then, Jones stops speaking and locks his eyes on someone in the crowd. People start to wonder if he’s staring at them or the person next to them or the person behind them until the person that Smith Jones is staring at makes his way through the crowd and emerges in front of Smith. It's Luke Wolfe!!! Candice stands just behind her man as Luke Wolfe and Smith Jones get face to face and stare each other down, both of them now standing in the middle of the glass floor. Cut to a shot of the CN Tower from the base looking up.

The camera flies upward towards the top of the tower. As we get closer, we can now see the bottoms of the feet of the two EWC superstars as they are toe to toe in a silent staredown. The camera flies all the way up to the bottom of the glass floor, looking up at Luke Wolfe and Smith Jones. Cut to a shot of their two faces, their noses almost touching and their eyes dead calm while also churning with intensity. As they stare each other down, Victoria Day fireworks suddenly start to go off in the near distance outside the windows around Smitty and Luke. They completely ignore the pyrotechnics and remain focused on each other as the scene fades to black.

Piven: High intensity from both Luke Wolfe and Smith Jones heading into their Rampage Main Event this Friday night from Luke hometown of Atlanta, Georgia.

Aiello: Should be a great match, Jeremy. And the winner will be the official number one contender to Kurt Newman’s EWC International Championship!!!

Piven: Do not miss EWC Rampage this Friday Night from Hotlanta!

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 NON TITLE MATCH
AXLE AOMORI

Vs

KURT NEWMAN (C)

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Aiello: Jeremy, is it me, or does it seem like Kurt Newman's been a staple on the Main Event scene?

Piven: JoJo, it seems like Newman's been under the spotlight more than Lindsey Lohan's been under scrutiny for missing her parole officer's summons, and with good reason. But tonight, Axel Aomori's looking to not only reserve his seat on the marquee, he's looking to take Newman down a notch.

Aiello: Big, big night for both men and the fans. Let's get this show on the road as Jessica makes the announcements...

Stroup: Ladies and Gentle, EWC is proud to present Brawl's Main event. 

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. 

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.

Dead Memories blares through the sound system as the lights go to a blood red color. Axle slowly walks out from the back to a storm of boos and into a cloud of smoke that has come up from the bottom of the stage. He looks around at the crowd with a smirk on his face as he runs his hand through his hair. As he finishes he begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring slowly ignoring any fans that try to reach out to touch him. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he sees a fan that has a sign that reads "Axle Sucks," Axle rips the sign out of the fans hand and rips the sign which he throws back into the fans face. Axle walks the final bit of the ramp to reach the floor which he then makes a sharp left towards the steps heading up to the ring, as he reaches them he slowly walks up them step by step, when he finally gets to the apron of the ring he climbs through the top and middle ropes, after he has gotten into the ring he walks towards the ropes and yells different words out into the crowd and smirks, as he finishes yelling into the crowd he heads towards his corner and slides down it into a sitting position.

Stroup: And his opponent, from Lafayette, Indiana, weighing in at 210 lbs...Axel Aomori!

Aiello: Big night for A.A., he could really give his career in EWC a boost with a win over the VooDoo Daddy.

Piven: Yeah, and maybe "The Goods" will enjoy a resurgence in BluRay sales, and I don't have to hear "hug it out, bitch" from passer-bys 26 times a day. *Rolls his eyes*

As the ref rings the bell, Aomori starts off the action slapping the taste out of Newman's mouth, cockily grinning.

Aiello: What disrespect.

Piven: Last time I got slapped like that, I explained to a girl at the department stole EXACTLY why she shouldn't buy those yoga pants!

Newman's eyes burn for a moment, then he smiles. He pulls out a bottle of Bacon cologne and gives himself a spritz, winking at everything with a vagina within eyesight of Kurt.

Newman: "hmmm....I had a catchy one liner for this moment: oh yeah, dude, try this; you stink!!

Newman sprays Bacon cologne right into Aomori's face, causing him to cover his eyes in pain!

Piven: Newman shows his ability for product placement...right into Axel's eye sockets!

Newman shows his displeasure by such a show of disrespect by pummeling A.A. with punches and European uppercuts. He whips Aomori, still half blind, into the turnbuckle violently, crashing into him with a clothesline right behind him. As Aomori stumbles out of the corner, Newman swoops in behind him and connects with a textbook German suplex. He drops a quick elbow into his chest, then gets up, and gets distracting by Alyssa eating a chocolate covered banana she bought ringside.

Aiello: Good Lord, can he not contain his shit when it comes to women?

Piven: Dude, Newman's been obsessed about pussy since his momma popped him out of hers; he's to vagina what Tom Hardy used to be to crack rocks!

Sorry, Tom. Didn't mean to open up that old wound. Love Fury Road, BTW!!

Newman gets back on task and picks Aomori by his hair. He drills him in the midsection with some knee strikes, then channels his inner Mr. Perfect and hits the fisherman's suplex. The first pin attempt of the night...

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Kickout!

Aiello: Little too quick on that attempt.

Newman gets back up, and heaves Axel in the ropes with an Irish Whip. He goes for a standing dropkick, but Aomori hangs back on the ropes, and Newman lands on the back of his head. While Kurt's on the ground, nursing his head, Axel takes advantage, stomping him while on the ground. He picks Newman up, and Irish Whips him, but before he lets go, he wrenches him back and smashes him in the ribs with a knee. He scoops him up, and hits a Falcon Arrow. He keeps on the offensive, pummeling Newman with mounted punches. Aomori bounces off the ropes, and, in a nod to Ric Flair, hits a nasty kneedrop right on The Big Bad VooDoo Daddy's forehead.

Aiello: A little page out of Nature Boy's arsenal.

Piven: Woooooooh!

Axel picks Newman back up and drags him over to the ropes. He ties Newman's hands with the ropes, and starts laying into him with chops and inside leg kicks. After a vicious melee assault, Aomori gets cocky, taunting the IC Champ. Then, he ricochet's off the ropes....but Newman breaks free at the last minute and send Axel tumbling over the rope onto the concrete. He waits for Axel to get up outside the ring, gets a crazy look on his face...he takes a running start and stuns both Aomori and the crowd with a beautiful corkscrew plancha!

Piven: Noooice!

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Both men are down for a moment, but Kurt regains his composure. Once again, distracted by his valet's love for penile looking food dipped in chocolate, Kurt gets distracted again, then snaps to. He picks up Axel and smashed his head against the security rail, then again, then again. Axel ends up a heap on the ground, and Newman pauses to celebrate.

Aiello: He'd better be on guard; that's how his opponent got into trouble.

Newman tries to end the night early with an NPB attempt, but Aomori manages to slide out of it. Axel retaliates by kicking Kurt in the stomach, then nearly snaps his back with a snap suplex onto the concrete. Axel Aomori grabs a chair, then climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He waits for Newman to get up, tosses the chair at him...then connects with a spinning wheel kick off the top rope, kicking the chair into Newman's face!

Aiello: That kick nearly smashed Newman's face in. He's bleeding bad now!

Piven: Oooh; he hates finding a pimple on his mug; I hate to think how he'll react to a chair being implanted in that highly marketable face!

After nearly a minute, Aomori rolls t he IC champ back into the ring, bleeding profusely from the mouth. Aomori remains outside, grabs the ropes, and propels himself over, connecting with a modified leg drop. He makes the cover.

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Aiello: He took a lot of damage from that assault, but stays in it. Kurt Newman is not one to go down easy.

Piven: God, she IS hot chowing down on that Chiquita....*ahem* back to the show, everybody.

Frustrated, Axel decides to climb the ropes again, and gets his footing. he attempts the Phoenix Splash, but Newman rolls away, and Axel hits nothing but canvas and mat violently.

Aiello: High impact move betrays Axel Aomori; now, Newman has a chance to catch his breath.

Newman, with blood still coming out of his mouth, is fuming. He picks up Aomori, then hits him with a German Suplex. Then another, then, he slaps on the KFC. Aomori starts to struggle...

Aiello: This could be it; Newman's cinched that hold on tight.

It does look like it's about to be lights out, but Aomori, almost out of gas, manages to pull himself out. Gasping and hurt, Aomori grabs a kick attempt by Newman, but Newman hits and enziguri. He covers...

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Piven: So close! 

Newman slaps the mat in frustration. He tries to hit Aomori with the Grenade, but Aomori avoids it like the plague. Aomori seems vulnerable, but when Newman goes in for the kill....OUT OF NOWHERE KICK!

Aiello: He connects flush with Kurt's chin! That move made my fillings hurt!

Piven; If Newman had any bad teeth, I think they went flying into the front row. Axel Aomori is proving to be not only competitive tonight; he's downright putting the hurt to the International champ!

Aomori tries another pin attempt...

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Aiello: So...close...we almost had a big upset tonight!

The rabid Toronto crowd is getting into it right now. Both men are hurting and dripping blood and sweat on the mat, but neither are relenting. They both get up and start trading blows; Newman gets the early advantage, but Axel kicks out his legs from under him. Axel off the ropes...

He misses a clothesline attempt and Newman answers with a back jarring Full Nelson Suplex. Cover by Newman...

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Piven: Somebody's gotta give. Both men look spent.

Both men are woozy. Newman gets up first. He attempts to pick up Axel by his hair, but Axel counters with a small package pin. Cover...

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Axel tries for a suplex, but Newman escapes, then he counters....

NO PUSSY BLUES!!

After a few seconds on his back, resting, Kurt makes the cover....

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Stroup: Your winner...by pinfall....KURT NEWMAN

Aiello: What a matchup! Both these competitors tore into each other like starving dogs, but Newman gets their hand raised in victory after this hard fought contest.

Piven: Brutal, fast paced, and both men pulling out borderline suicidal moves to try to pull it off. Both these men deserve a rest after this fight.

Earl Hebner raises the arm of Kurt Newman in victory, as the crowd in the arena goes bonkers. Alyssa steps in the ring with Newman's titles as "Voodoo Child" blares over the arena PA system.

Piven: You know the more that Newman wins, the more we get to see a happy and perky Alyssa. That's never a bad thing.

Kurt lifts his International Championship in the air above his head and the crowd gives him a huge ovation. Their attentions are quickly averted though, by the feed broadcasting over the EWC Titantron. Newman and Alyssa turn their gazes to the titantron as well. Suddenly we all hear: 

"TACOS.... GET YOUR TACOS HERE!!!! ALL PROCEEDS GO TO KICKING THE COALITION'S ASSES!!"

The feed shows a single taco truck in the AIR CANADA CENTRE parking lot. A long line of customers trails out into the distance as loud Mexican music plays for all to hear! As the feed creeps closer, we see Shadow Man, dressed in dark clothing and a large apron that reads "TACOS TACOS TACOS". Shadow Man smiles as he hands a plateful of tacos to a customer, nodding his head in satisfaction.

Shadow Man: Enjoy, Mister! Every taco I make comes straight from my heart!

As the line continues to grow, Shadow Man finds himself face to face with the newest customer... J.C Styles. Shadow Man smiles and motions for one of the EWC employees to take over the taco truck business, and then he steps aside to speak to Styles.

Shadow Man: I know... I know. You are here to talk about my comment in regards to the size of your penis. I assure you, everything I said was based on hearsay in the locker room. You can't blame the messenger...

J.C Styles looks frustrated as he glances over his shoulder. He then replies with a serious tone.

Styles: No, man. I just came out here to thank you for the save in the ring. It wasn't needed though. I can handle Xplode's old ass any day.

Shadow Man: WOOOOOOOOOW Man... hold off on the homosexual talk! I have a business to run here! You just need to know that Xplode is off limits. I want him nice and healthy for when I stomp him out at Night of Champions. Let's not leave him with any excuses.. you dig? As the FACE of the EWC, it's my duty to defend our honor. That includes you, buddy. Now head over there and grab a plate of tacos for yourself... on the house. Just make sure you pay for them. I hate freeloaders.

J.C Styles looks confused at Shadow Man for a time before nodding his head.

Styles: Sure, man. I won't touch Xplode.. but Tara Michaels is another matter. I am not going to let what happened tonight go. If you need anything, let me know. I always return any favors that are done for me.

Shadow Man and J.C Styles shake hands before Styles steps away. Shadow Man's cell phone begins to ring now. He answers it, only to hear President Mac's voice on the other end.

Shadow Man: Hey, Prez! Did you catch the show tonight? Your boy was quite entertaining if you catch my drift.-

(Phone) President Mac: That was a dumb move. We are supposed to be setting an example for others to follow out there. What you did in that ring made you no better than the Coalition. Don't you see that?!

Shadow Man: Relax, my friend. I got this! The only example I made tonight was that the EWC won't stand for anymore underhanded tricks by Xplode and the Coalition. I am the posterboy for the EWC... so I had to send that message personally.

(Phone) President Mac: You really are taking this "poster boy" comment that I made too seriously. We are all a team here.

Shadow Man: Of course, boss! I see where you are coming from... but I also see the message behind it, El' Captain! When people think of the EWC, they picture me.. the icon of the company! I take that very personally. On that note, I am holding taco night tonight, here in the arena parkinglot! Why don't you come on down and grab a plate! Tonight's special is shrimp!

(Phone) President Mac: Just.. becareful.

Shadow Man closes his phone and heads back to the taco truck. Speaking a language that is neither Spanish or any form of English, he barks out orders to a confused group of people as they scatter away, shaking their heads and laughing. Shadow Man picks up a spatula and begins to scoop ground beef...

And a large wrecking ball smashes into the truck!!!!

Joe Aiello: Jesus Christ, Jeremy! What just happened?!

Screams are heard loudly as the truck explodes into flames!

The feed cuts back to the ring and shows Kurt Newman and Alyssa as they stand with horror etched in their expressions. 

Jeremy Piven: Joe, Shadow Man was in that god damn truck!

The feed quickly cuts back outside as the wrecking ball hits the truck once more.. and then backs away! The driver of the wrecking ball steps into view... and we see Xplode. Xplode smiles as fire crews rush in and put out the flames. Nodding his head, he dusts off his hands and leans against the truck, smiling at his handiwork.

Xplode: Still laughing now?

The scene slowly fades out as he stares out at the destruction...

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