MNB #425 - MONTREAL

[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.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL

EPISODE 425
MAY 25TH, 2015



^{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 BELL CENTRE in Montreal, Quebec

EWC BRAWL
May 25th 2015
Live From the Bell Centre in Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

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We see a large white wall, adorned by various awards and trophies. A large framed picture rest at the center of the wall, the image shown being the cover of Sports Illustrated magazine. Dressed in a sharp suit, Xplode looks forward as the headline below it reads: Pro Wrestling Man of the Year. The camera feed pans to the other direction now where we see the Coalition, all of them gathered in the room around a large wooden desk. Seated to the right is Sam Attic, a large cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth with two scantily clad women on each side of him. Across from him is James Kash, dressed in sharp grey suit. Across the room is the newest member, Cory Chevelle. He is the most audible of the group as he paces the room, pointing in the direction of Sam Attic:

Chevelle: Where the hell is X? I thought you said that he was going to be here tonight?! I don't have time for games, man. I don't have enough ass on my shoe and I expect X to remedy that.. TONIGHT!

James Kash places a hand on Chevelle's shoulder and offers a sly smile. He then adjust his jacket and replies.

Kash: Trust me, man. Xplode is the guy around here that you want to work with. He will be here. There is a war to be won and incase you haven't paid attention, X has been taking care of business. What we need to do is to send a statement that we can get things done on our own. I say we impress, X.

Sam Attic rises up from the couch and joins in, leaving behind his two female friends.

Attic: This is Monday Night Brawl... our show. The Coalition is the damn future of the EWC and tonight will be no different! I saw we make sure that our presence is felt at all times throughout the night.

Kash: That won't be hard, man. After the bullshit with X smashing ShadowMan in that truck, we are all over the news. I bet X is laying low to avoid any backlash from that. I can't say that I blame him.

Chevelle: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! That's why I agreed to join this damn faction! Xplode showed me last week that he won't hesitate for a damn second to slice a neck in the name of a good cause, even if that neck belongs to the pig named Shadow Man! I just wish we could have seen the burnt up remains of his ass after with Xplode standing over him! That would have been classic...

(Voice): .....and it would have been unnecessary.

The group turns to face the door as a new guest enters the room. Standing before the Coalition is Xplode with Tara Michaels at his side. Behind him, Terry Jones smiles cooly as the three enter the room. Adjusting his tie, Xplode waltzes across the room and finds a seat at the desk, gaining the attention of the entire room. Taking a deep breath, he speaks.

Xplode: I sent a message to Shadow Man.. and that message was that we are playing a very deadly game here. He walked away from that fire because I allowed him to. He knows that, and he will think twice before meddling in my damn affairs from here on out. No, the time of reckoning is at hand. Night of Champions is almost here and make no mistake about it, we are going to shake the nation to it's very core! The final nail in the coffin will be driven and finally, this war will come to an end.

Attic: Want to let us in on what you have planned?

Xplode walks over to Sam Attic and stares at him, face to face.

Xplode: No.. I don't. The last strike against the EWC will be mine and mine only. No one will take that away from me. I promise you though, the company will NEVER be the same once all is said and done.

Cory Chevelle pushes his way up to Xplode and towers over the General Manager. Xplode does not flinch at all.

Xplode: Welcome to the Coalition, Cory.

Chevelle: I aim to earn my stripes tonight by breaking a few bones... how does President Mac sound for my first victim?

Xplode: You need to worry about Derek Wellings, my friend. He is a key member of President Mac's army. Put him out of commission, and do what you do best. President Mac is off limits to all of you... does every one understand me?

James Kash smiles and stands beside Xplode.

Kash: Perfectly, boss. I suggest you get out of here though before people hear that you are around. That little stunt with Shadow Man got some pretty big heat on you. Let us handle things while you are away. I heard Shadow Man is here tonight, and he is pissed.

Xplode: Good. (Laughing.) I highly doubt that a man with third degree burns is much of a threat though. I hide from nobody. We are the Coalition... the future of the EWC. I look around this room and see champions.. all of you. Project: Chaos was important to us, but they thought that they were larger than the group. Congratulations on outing them and kicking them to the curb. Sam, I have special reward for you. As a matter of fact, I have a reward for all of you. Take a look out the window in the private parkinglot...

The group looks out the window and spots three stretch limos. A large group of women waves back at them from the inside of the vehicle with bottles of booze in their hands!

Attic: Holy shit, X... 

Kash: This is what it is all about.

Chevelle: X.. We are going to get along just fine.

Tara Michaels rolls her eyes.

Michaels: What do I get for my loyalty? I am not into girls..

Xplode smirks.. 

Xplode: You get... me. Tonight. 

Xplode smiles at Tara and then looks at the viewer.

Xplode: Monday Night Brawl.. has begun. It's time to get down to business.

"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 424.

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 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!

The television feed promptly switches to the announcer's booth, where Joe Aiello sits with the mustachioed Jeremy Piven.

Joe Aiello: Welcome everyone to Monday Night BRAWL!!!

Jeremy Piven: That's right folks, we're here in the Great North once again. Montreal to be exact!

Joe Aiello: And it seems that the proceedings didn't bother to wait for us tonight, it looks like The Coalition are already plotting something dastardly tonight.

Jeremy Piven: I don't know, Joe. Both sides seem to be turning their back on morals at this point.

Joe Aiello: You may very well be right, Jeremy. But we'll have plenty of time to talk about this throughout the night, right now we've got some fresh action for you!

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MATCH 1
JC STYLES Vs ION

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The feed cuts to the entrance ramp where Ion is starting to come out from.

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

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.....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 what 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, where he awaits for his opponents. Just like on the last edition of Ignition, there is a fierce look on Ion's face as he bends down in the corner, facing his head towards the stage as he waits for the remaining competitor in the match.

Aiello: Here comes a talented man, Ion.

Piven: Well this talented kid is going against another talented man, Johnathon Thomas Cross formely known as JC Styles.

"Get Up! (feat. Skrillex)" by Korn hits the pa system as smoke fills the stage as JC Styles comes walking out taunting the fans.

Piven: Here comes the talented man we’ve been talking about.


JTC reaches the apron and slides in. He hops up quickly and stares a hole through his competitor, Ion.

Aiello: Well, lets start this one folks!

The bell rings and Ion runs at JC and JC punches Ion and kicks him and punches him again and kicks him in the gut then dropkicks him and picks him up and whips him in the ropes and JC runs the rope and Ion has his arm up and clotheslines JC. Ion picks up JC and chops him in the chest and Ion runs to the other corner and gets met with a big elbow by JC! JC picks up Ion and leaves him in the center of the ring and then JC run and Ion dropkicks him out the ring!

Piven: Oh man! Ion is on fire.

Aiello: Ion almost was in danger but now hes coming back!

Ion runs and suicide dives onto JC! Ion throws JC on and springboard high knees him! Ion goes to the corner and runs and neckbreakers JC! Ion climbs onto the top rope and 450 splashes onto him but JC puts his knees up! JC crawls and picks up Ion and runs and high knees Ion and then brainbusters him! JC picks him up and goes for the Knock Out Kick! JC falls and lays right next to Ion.

Piven: JC is out! Ion is out! Who’s gonna win?

Aiello: Not sure but its hard to see who wins

JC crawls and grabs Ion by the legs and puts him in the Tap Out! Ion is reaching for the ropes but he has no choice but to tap out!

Piven: He taps out! He taps out! JC wins!

Jessica Stroup: Your winner, by submission, Jonathon Thomas Cross!

Aiello: What a great win! I mean, how long was that?

Piven: That has to be one of the quickest wins I've seen since I've been here.

Aiello: JTC certainly didn't waste any time in his return. Speaking of time, we're going to need some and we will be right back after these messages!

JTC gets up, rolls out of the ring, and hops the barrier to celebrate with the fans.

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BACKSTAGE

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Much like this past Friday, a commercial is cued to occur, but rather we are instead treated to another period piece, this time appearing to be situated in feudal Japan!

Honourable samurais duel with low-down ronin, swords clashing with enough fervor to unleash sparks! Ronin headbutt and kick and stomp to gain the edge on their more armoured foes.

A massive volley of arrows arc skyward, only to come back down, a rain of death upon any who are touched by this man-made weather pattern. Men are struck, some fall, others drop to a knee.

Then, there is a hush. The sky turns yellow. Clouds congregate. The hush is broken by thunder. Then the sky lights up in a flash of lightning. Another! A silhouette appears atop a hill. All sides are given pause to this newcomer.

Yet another flash complete with a closer shot of the warrior. And, one more flash and close-up reveals it's Japanese-armoured...

Dead Karl: "Whaaaaaaaaat's GOOD, motherfuckerrrrrrs?!"

...Living Dead Karl! I suspect you knew this already.

He raises his mighty sword that he must have stolen from a Final Fantasy game I won't bother get into right now. A bolt of lightning jumps from the heavens, striking true on the tip of his blade, causing him to explode!

All who witness this are amazed; they drop their weapons, shed their armour, and become ascetic monks, running for the hills.

Meanwhile, LDK's head rests in the sand. A braver samurai takes note of this.

Dead Karl: "The fuck youuuu stuh-staring at, TRICK?!"

The head says this, which causes the noble warrior's eyes to widen. He drops to his knees, and is preparing to commit harakiri.

Dead Karl: "Hey! K-kill yourself closer to me! I gotta EAT!"

Then the scene fades out to commercial break, the sound of a Japanese man's blood-curdling scream the last... thing... you... hear.

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COMMERCIAL

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[Dolan M. Winguard]

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BACKSTAGE

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The camera catches a man unfamiliar with the EWC. The unidentified man turns around towards the camera and gives off a little grin and a chuckle. He stops and stares into the camera beginning to speak.

Logan Havoc: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! The EWC PROUDLY presents to you a year that will change everything forever... a year that no one will ever forget... a year that HAVOC will reign supreme! The year that LOGAN HAVOC DEBUTS TO THE EWC!

Many of you don't know who I am, do you? (Chuckle) Well, once I make an impact here in the EWC, you will DEFINITELY remember my name... Others think I'm just a freak, and that nobody is like me... WELL I KNOW A BUNCH OF PEOPLE THAT ARE LIKE ME! People like me are taken for granted because everyone thinks we are just a "support" for their wrestling career, thinking that they can beat us just like that...

WELL GUESS WHAT!?

Logan Havoc doesn't play games when it comes to wrestling; no.... I will make sure you will leave the ring in pain when I step into the ring face to face with you, to know that I can inflict more pain than ANYONE has ever inflicted in your entire life...

I will make sure that this year will be different, that EWC will be different, that EVERYTHING will be different...

because ladies and gentlemen...

you're stepping in the foot steps...

...of THE YEAR OF HAVOC!!!

Logan Havoc lets out a horrifying, scary and evil laugh as he waves to the camera bye and it shuts off. The feed fills with static and then cuts back to Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven at ringside.

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MATCH 2

LUCY MIDDLEY Vs SLADE HARDISON

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Joe Aiello: Who the hell was that, Jeremy?

Jeremy Piven: Why are you asking me? Wasn't I sitting right here next to you while it played?

Joe Aiello: Yeah, I guess. Anyways folks, next up we have two newcomers squaring off against each other. 

Jessica Stroup: The following matchup is scheduled for one fall!

if you're sick

if you're sick

if you're sick

if you're sick of it

if you're sick

if you're sick

IF YOU'RE SICK OF IT!

And with that "Sick of It" by Skillet blast into the arena. Shooting out from the black curtain is a rather enthusiastic looking girl, with a may more stern looking female following shortly afterwards. The fans were unsure how to react to Lucy, some cheered and some booed, yet the vast majority booed heavily towards the French Canadian known as Zelda Lavoie. However it appears that Middley hasn't noticed a single thing about the boos as she begins to skip down to the ring. Once at ringside Lucy practically throws herself under the bottom rope and into the ring. Immediately Lucy springs up to her feet, bounce over to one of the corners and leaps up to the middle rope before throwing her hands up in the air. By then Zelda is already at ringside as Lucy makes her hands outline a love-heart and yells out "Haters Be Losers!" before splitting her hands up and jumping back down to the mat.

Jessica Stroup: Standing in at 5 feet 2 19/32 inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds, residing from Battle Creek, Michigan, Lucy Middley!

Aiello: Here comes Lucy Middley making her EWC debut against Slade Hardison.

Piven: This Lucy Middley has been very quiet, so let’s see what she can do in the middle of that ring.

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 in at six feet three inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds, from Lexington, Kentucky, “Slader” Slade Hardison!


Aiello: Slade Hardison is looking for another victory tonight against EWC Rookie Lucy Middley.

Piven: Let’s get this action started folks.

The bell rings and Slade Hardison and Lucy Middley circle the ring before meeting up in the middle of the ring. Lucy winks at Hardison before slapping the taste out of his mouth and skipping around him as he holds his face. Hardison grabs Lucy spinning her around and driving his foot deep into her midsection. Hardison grabs her between the legs and lifts her over his head planting her on the mat with a scoop slam. Hardison makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count.

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Lucy kicks out before the count of two. Hardison makes his way back to his feet and bounces off the ropes connecting with an elbow drop across her sternum. Hardison hooks her legs for another cover as the ref gets down to make the count,

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Once again Lucy kicks out before the count of two.

Aiello: Lucy Middley is one tough cookie folks, Hardison has got her in his control.

Piven: She needs to step up and show us something or Hardison is going to have his way with her.

Hardison guides Lucy back to her feet and sends her to the ropes with an irish whip. Middley bounces back and manages to catch Hardison across the face with Critical Chance in the middle of the ring. Lucy quickly hooks the legs of Middley for the cover as the ref gets down to make the count,

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Hardison kicks out before the count of two himself. He makes his way back to his feet and meets Lucy with a big right hand sending her back into the corner. Hardison charges forward and connects with a body splash in the corner. Lucy staggers out of the corner and Hardison grabs her taking her down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. He hooks her legs for the cover as the ref makes the count,

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Lucy kicks out after the count of two.

Aiello: Lucy Middley is one tough woman, she’s taken a beating in the middle of this ring.

Piven: Slade Hardison is getting frustrated, he better keep his cool.

Hardison guides Lucy back to her feet and she quickly catches him with a knee strike to the midsection. She follows up with a series of back elbow strikes to his head and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Hardison boucnes back and Lucy plants him on the mat with the DreamDT in the middle of the ring. Lucy makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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Hardison kicks out right after the count of two. Hardison makes his way back to his feet and quickly grabs Lucy planting her on the mat with a huge spinebuster in the middle of the ring. Hardison waits as Lucy slowly makes her way back to his feet and catches her with a stiff kick to the midsection. Hardison grabs Lucy and drivers her down to the mat with the Kentucky Drop. Hardison hooks her legs for the cover as the ref makes the count.

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

Aiello: Lucy Middley falls short to Slade Hardison in her EWC Debut.

Piven: She is one tough competitor but she didn’t have enough to take out Slade Hardison tonight.

All Hustle, No Luck by Easy Lantana hits the arena as Slade Hardison stands tall in the middle of the ring. He makes his way over to Lucy and guides her back up to her feet. Hardison offers his hand for a shake, but Lucy just looks at him before walking away. Hardison taunts to the fans before making his own exit.

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IN RING

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"Stricken" by the Disturbed begins to play from the speakers.  The crowd doesn't know what to expect until out of the curtain, a 6'8 man dressed in a hoodie, black jeans and boots walks out onto the stage.  Strobes begin to blare throughout the arena as we watch the man stand at the top of the ramp.  He looks around and takes it all in.  He smirks to the crowd and begins to walk down to the ring at a very slow pace.

Jeremy Piven: Who's this guy?

Joey Aiello: Hold on a minute, I think I know who that is!  This is Brandon Nytrus, he's one of the newest superstars that has signed a deal with EWC just this week!

Jeremy Piven: Fresh blood, huh?

At this point, Nytrus is in the ring looking out to the crowd with a microphone in his hand.  He almost has a scowl on his face as he raises his hand to speak.

Nytrus: For those of you who don't know me, I have been called many names over the years.  From "The Prototype of Xtreme", to "The Hardcore Enigma", even "The Beast of the East".  But you can simple call me Brandon Nytrus.  For months I have sat idly by, watching countless wrestling shows and reruns as I nursed a serious concussion that kept me out for almost a year and a half.  The doctor's told me I was cleared for contact and I could go back to wrestling whenever I felt like.  I took this opportunity to bide my time and a find a roster that I can pick apart and demolish.  

The crowd continues to rain down boos upon Nytrus. Nytrus pauses to bask in their hate and a grin spreads across his face.

Nytrus: Because, ladies and gentlemen, what you're looking at right now, is your future EWC Champion.  You people don't know true wrestling.  You people are so ignorant and blind.  People who come out here and try and make you like them, that is not real wrestling.  We come out here and put our bodies on the line and afterwards you people are supposed to clap and respect us, not beg and plea for an autograph or a picture.  I can say that, quite frankly, I don't care if you people like me.  In fact, if you cheered for me, I'd still say the same exact thing.  I'm not trying to start a revolution, I'm simply ushering in a new generation of wrestling, because, ladies and gentlemen, the future is now.  It has come in the form of a 6 foot 8 inch beast from South Boston, Massachusetts.  And it's name, is Brandon Nytrus.

"Stricken" plays again from the speakers as the crowd boos and Nytrus leaves the ring.

Joey Aiello: Well, I guess the new era is among us?

Jeremy Piven: Hey, I like the kid, he's got spunk!

Joey Aiello: Speaking of spunk, well actually it has nothing to do with spunk, but we've got more action coming up right now! Chris Maverick and newcomer Milanor Garnet square off!

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MATCH 3

MILANOR GARNET Vs CHRIS MAVERICK

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following single’s match is scheduled for one fall.

The lights go out and silence fills the arena. The beginning rift of F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X. by Fall of Troy cascades throughout the arena and bright white lights are moving randomly, creating a sea of spots. As the rest of the band jumps into the song, the lights stop and focus on the arena entrance where sparks have enveloped the entrance.

SLOW DOWN THIS IS SLIPPIN' THROUGH MY MIND

THIS CONVERSATION HAS GONE OUT OF TIME 

Milanor Garnet burst through the sparks as the first line begins. He opens his arms wide and takes in the boos, unfazed. He closes his eyes for a second and takes the feeling in before dropping to one knee and points towards the sky.

The crowd continues to boo, but Garnet continues to soak it in. As he reaches the ring he slides in, rising to his feet while moving in a circle. He points his two fingers to the sky.

"I'm only heading up " 

Jessica Stroup: Standing five feet eight inches tall, weighing in at an even two hundred pounds, residing from Hollywood, California, “The Shining Star” Milanor Garnet!!!

Aiello: Milanor Garnet making his debut here tonight on Monday Night Brawl.

Piven: Garnet is just soaking in the boo’s from the crowd and loving every second of it.

"Psychosocial" by Slipknot hits the arena as Chris Maverick steps out onto the stage with valet Lucy Middley. Maverick headbangs along to the music before slowly making his way down the ramp to the ring. The fans boo as he smirks their way. They chant "You Sold Out" towards Maverick as he waves toward them. Lucy throws her hand up for a wave and the fans cheer loudly. Maverick gets aggravated at her response staring her down cold. Lucy returns his stare as he makes his way up the ring steps to the apron. Maverick walks to the middle of the apron and sits on the second rope pushing the top rope up with his shoulder. He motions for Lucy to enter the ring with his free hand in a way that brings on even more boo's from the crowd. Maverick smirks as Lucy enters the ring as he looks down her top following her into the ring. Maverick smirks again at the fans slowly bringing his arms into the air flipping off the crowd. Maverick lays across the top rope laughing at the crowd before removing his jacket and teasing throwing it out to the crowd, but instead he hands it over to Lucy as more boo's reign down from 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!!!, accompanied to the ring by Lucy Middley!!!

Aiello: Chris Maverick turned on the EWC Universe last week aligning himself with General Manager Xplode, debuting new music here tonight.

Piven: New Arm Candy and a New Attitude calls for some New Music, we're looking at a Brand New "C-Mav" Chris Maverick!

The bell rings and Chris Maverick and Milanor Garnet circle around the ring before locking up in the middle. Maverick catches Garnet with a quick back elbow to the side of the head before locking in a headlock. Maverick applies the pressure as Garnet pushes him to the ropes breaking the hold. Maverick bounces back and takes Garnet down to the mat with a shoulder block. Maverick charges towards the ropes and bounces back jumping over the body of Garnet down on the mat. Garnet pops back up to his feet and catches Maverick with a chop to the throat stopping him dead in his tracks. Garnet grabs the head of Maverick and locks in a headlock before taking him down to the mat with a headlock takedown. Garnet is down on the mat applying the pressure as Maverick yells out from the pain. Maverick tries to reach the bottom ropes, but Garnet applies the pressure as he drags Maverick back to the middle of the ring.

Aiello: Maverick started off this match in control and in a matter of seconds rookie Milanor Garnet has him in the middle of the ring in a headlock.

Piven: Garnet’s been impressive, but this match is just getting started, let’s see if he can hang in the ring with the new Chris Maverick.

Maverick starts to fight out of the hold as the fans reign down with heated boo's. Maverick gets his feet under him and slowly pushes himself back to his feet while Garnet keeps the headlock applies. Maverick stands tall in the ring and lifts Garnet over his head with the headlock still applied connecting with a back suplex in the middle of the ring breaking the hold. Maverick pops back up to his feet and grabs Garnet guiding him back up to his own feet. Maverick delivers another back elbow shot to the head and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Garnet bounces back and walks right into a big hip toss from Maverick taking him down to the mat. Maverick grabs Garnet by the head and pulls the man back up to his feet. Maverick delivers a stiff kick to the midsection and plants Garnet down on the mat with a body slam in the middle of the ring. Maverick hooks the legs of Garnet for the cover as the ref starts the count,

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Garnet kicks out before the count of two.

Aiello: Chris Maverick showing Milanor Garnet that he’s no pushover here in the EWC.

Piven: Business is about to pick up in this matchup folks.

Maverick guides Garnet back to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Garnet reverses the irish whip pulling Maverick towards and connecting with a short arm clothesline taking him down to the mat. Garnet pulls Maverick back up to his feet still holding his arm and pulls him back in for another short arm clothesline leaving him down and out on the mat. Garnet positions himself in the corner and waits patiently as Maverick slowly starts to sit up. Garnet charges forward and connects with a Sliding Lariat in the middle of the ring. Garnet hooks the legs of Maverick for the cover as the ref hits the mat for the count,

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once again Maverick kicks out right after the count of two. Garnet guides Maverick back to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Garnet charges after and sends Maverick flying over the top rope to the outside with a clothesline.

Aiello: Milanor Garnet showing a bit of a mean streak in him here tonight.

Piven: This is his debut here tonight and he’s looking for the win, no matter what.

Garnet sets up across the ring from Maverick and waits as he slowly makes his way back up to his feet. Garnet charges forward and attempts an elbow suicide dive, but Maverick rolls out of harms way as Garnet crashes against the ring barricade. Maverick quickly grabs Garnet guiding him back up to his feet and rolling him back into the ring. Garnet stops on his stomach as Maverick rolls back into the ring behind him. Maverick looks down at Garnet before hitting the ropes and bouncing back connecting with a diving back body splash against the body of Garnet. Maverick rolls Garnet over and hooks both legs for the cover as the ref makes the count,

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Garnet kicks out right at the count of two himself. Maverick guides Garnet back to his feet and Garnet drives his thumbs deep into the eyes of Maverick before slamming him on his head. The ref gets in his face and Garnet throws his arms up as the ref backs off. Garnet pulls Maverick back up to his feet before sending him back down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker in the middle of the ring .

Aiello: Chris Maverick turned things around in his favor and after Garnet’s thumb to his eyes, Garnet’s back in control of this matchup.

Piven: What are you talking about, Milanor Garnet didn’t have his thumbs anywhere near the eyes of Chris Maverick.

Garnet pulls Maverick back up to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Maverick charges forward and Garnet ducks down for a back body drop, but Maverick stops dead in his tracks. Maverick catches Garnet in the chest with a low kick popping him back up. Garnet grabs at his chest as Maverick positions his head between the legs of Garnet and lifts him into the air for a back body drop of his own, but Maverick holds onto Garnet’s feet. Maverick makes his way to the middle of the ring and connects with the Alabama Slam. Maverick makes the cover as the ref makes the count,

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Aiello: Did you just see that back and forth from Maverick and Garnet, that was very impressive from both men.

Piven: I thought that Alabama Slam was going to be it, and that roundhousk kick and spinning backfirst combination should have been more than enough for the three count.

Garnet waits for Maverick to slowly make his way back to his feet and catches him with a chop to the throat. Maverick rest against the ropes as Garnet hits the ropes bouncing back and leaping over the top rope and hanging Maverick up on the ropes throat first. Maverick hits the mat grabbing his throat as Garnet quickly hops back up on the apron and climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. Maverick slowly makes his way back to his feet still grabbing at his throat. He looks around looking for Garnet and gets caught with the Falling Star in the middle of the ring. Garnet lands on the chest of Maverick and quickly grabs both legs for the cover,

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Maverick just manages to kick out before the count of three. Garnet hits the mat out of frustration and waits for Maverick to stagger back to his feet. Garnet grabs Maverick, but Maverick hops back and fires his foot deep into the jaw of Garnet with a Superkick. Garnet hits the mat hard and Maverick starts to stalk him down on the mat. Garnet rolls over and pushes him self up with his arms as Maverick bounces off the ropes and drives his head back into the mat with the Curbstomp. Maverick falls to the mat and rolls Garnet over for the cover

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Aiello:That should have been the three count right there, Garnet kicks out of a Superkick and a Curbstomp.

Piven: Maverick kicked out of Garnet’s Falling Star, both of these men are tough as nails.

Maverick guides Garnet back to his feet and drives his head into the head of Garnet with a sick headbutt. Maverick connects with another headbutt and sends Garnet to the ropes with an irish whip. Garnet bounces back and Maverick catches him with a stiff kick to the midsection. Maverick forces Garnet’s head between his legs mocking the crowd before leaping forward and drilling Garnet down to the mat with Canada’s Finest. Maverick pushes Garnet off of him as he makes his way back to his feet and pulls Garnet back up to his own feet. Maverick hooks the arms of Garnet and smirks to the crowd as he connects with the Resolution of Death in the middle of the ring. Maverick hooks both legs of Garnet for the cover as the ref makes the count.

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner of the matchup via pinfall, “C-Mav” Chris Maverick.

Aiello: Chris Maverick smirked toward the fans as he drove Garnet down to the mat with the Resolution of Death.

Piven: He picked a side in this war, but was it the right side only time will tell.

"Psychosocial" by Slipknot hits the arena as Chris Maverick continues to stand over the body of Milanor Garnet with his arms high into the air basking in the glory of his victory. Maverick rolls to the outside grabbing his jacket from Lucy and her hand as he makes his way back up the ramp.

Aiello: Folks, a big win for Chris Maverick. We'll have more for you, right after this commercial break!

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COMMERCIAL

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MATCH 4

BRIAN JAMES Vs DEAD KARL
WRITTEN BY: Blacklist: DEVIL

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All the lights in the arena go out and the music starts to play. As the lyrics begin a spotlight flashes down on the stage, inside the spotlight stood Brian James. He walks down the aisle focused on the ring. He walks to the steel steps then runs and jumps on to the ring apron, stopping to profile for the camera. After entering the ring Brian jumps onto the turnbuckle and holds his left arm in the air. 

Jessica Stroup: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first. From Seattle Washington. Weighing in at 236 pounds. The Prominent one, BRIAN JAMES!

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. Once ringside, he will try to make a beeline to the throat of his opponent, but if the referee puts up a fuss, usually by them shaking a crucifix or garlic at him, then he'll recoil and bide his time.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing next. Weighing in at 255 pounds. LIVING DEAD KARL!

As soon as the bell rings, LDK blasts forward and knocks James down with a cheap elbow to the head. LDK helps him to his feet by pulling on his hair. LDK body slams him back to the perfect center of the ring and bounces off the ropes, rebounding with a beautifully executed jumping elbow halfway across the ring. He immediately covers for a 2 count. He picks James back up, but James throws LDK' grip away and hits some elbows of his own to back LDK up. James rebounds off the ropes, but is met with a dropkick to the face by LDK. 

Jeremy Piven: You know Karl has to be feeling that one. He might have the highset pain tolerance of all EWC stars, but even that has got to hurt.  

Joe Aiello: Great way for Brian James to start off this match, come out hard and come out fast. 

LDK runs to the ropes, looking for a leg drop, but James moves away. LDK flips through and lands on his feet as James stands at attention as well. LDK runs forward for a clothesline, but James ducks, hooking the arm and turning him around into a DDT. He covers LDK.

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Joe Aiello: Karl's not dead yet, there's still life in him.

Jeremy Piven: Brian James needs a hot start here in EWC but Karl isn't going to roll over dead for him yet.

Both men stand, but LDK hits a hard knee lift to the gut of Brian James, stopping James in his tracks. LDK hits a hard European uppercut, backing James to the ropes. LDK stuns him with a hard kick to the gut, and then proceeds to tie up James's arms into the ropes, leaving him vulnerable. The ref yells at LDK, starting a 5 count to take James out, but LDK takes time to land some hard kicks and punches to James. LDK then runs to the opposite ropes to build momentum, but James slips out and falls to the mat, pulling the top rope down with him and causing LDK to go flying to the outside and onto the outside. 

Joe Aillo: Now these two are taking things outside. A lot can be done outside. 

Jeremy Piven: What's going to happen now? Will we see a count out victory?

Brian James goes outside and over to the fallen LDK. He gets in front of LDK and runs with him, ramming him back-first into the hard apron. He lands a few punches on LDK for good measure. He goes to whip LDK into the outside post, but LDK counters and puts James chest-first into the pole. James goes down as LDK throws him back into the ring and follows him. LDK picks him up for a powerbomb, but James counters into a hurricanrana that sends LDK onto the middle rope. James hits a running yakuza kick to the corner onto the neck of LDK.

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Joe Aiello: Karl is still in this match! That rope saved him from a major loss here tonight.

Jeremy Piven: Living Dead Karl has the mental awareness still in him to remember where he is at all times.

Brian James picks LDK up to his feet by his hair and James then lifts him up and hits him with a back breaker onto his knee, LDK yelps in pain, he is on the floor holding his back and James then bounces himself off the rope and he jumps in the air and hits a leg drop across the neck. James is straight back up and he does the same move again after he bounces off the ropes. James then mounts LDK and starts to hit him in the face but after he starts to hit with closed fists the ref warns him so he gets off, James then runs against the ropes and jumps onto the second rope and hits an impressive spring board moonsault. 

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Jeremy Piven: That was a really close one!

Joe Aiello: Any closer and Brian James could have walked out with a huge victory!

Brian James quickly gets to his feet and walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top, he then dives off but LDK lifts his legs up in the air and James hits his face against his boot. James is on the floor motionless and LDK then returns the favour and climbs up to the top turnbuckle, he points to James and then dives off and hits James with a diving head butt and the crowd react with cheers as the move is always impressive. LDK hooks him up.

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Jeremy Piven: Another close count, but Brian James stays in this match by kicking out!

Joe Aiello: Even I know this match could be almost over.

LDK gets to his feet slightly annoyed and he just watches as James slowly manages to sit himself up but then all of a sudden LDK runs at James and hits him with a big knee to the head which makes Brian James fall over and just lie their motionless with a distant gaze over his face. 

Joe Aiello: Is that it? Did LDK just kill Brain James?

Jeremy Piven: I think the only thing killed is Brian's chances at victory tonight?

LDK slowly walks over to Brian james and picks him up,. He then places him on the ropes in perfect position, and hits the Dirt Nap. LDK then crawls on top of James for the cover.

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The ref signals for the bell and it echoes throughout the arena as it rings. 

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

Joe Aiello: Folks, Living Dead Karl is now 2-0 here in EWC.

Jeremy Piven: Wow. I really don't think I could have predicted that.

Joe Aiello: I don't think anyone could have, Jeremy. But don't go back to Vegas anytime soon. Folks, we'll be right back after this quick break. 

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COMMERCIAL

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[Dolan M. Winguard]

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EWC CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT

MATCH A

NON TITLE MATCH

JAMES KASH Vs NATHAN CREED (C)

WINNER FACES THE WINNER OF MATCH D ON JUNE 1ST 

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

Joe Aiello: What an incredible match between Brian James and Dead Karl. It seems that Karl was the better man tonight.

Jeremy Piven: It’s time to start the EWC Championship number one contender’s tournament. By June 5th, Ruthless Aggression and the rest of the EWC Universe will see the main event for Night of Champions.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a non-title match and it is part of the EWC Championship #1 Contender’s Tournament. The winners of tonight’s matches will be meet again next week and the winner of the tournament will become the number one contender and face off against EWC Champion Ruthless Aggression at Night of Champions XII on July 26th.

Making his way first to the ring, standing 6’7” 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.

Jeremy Piven: James Kash has been on a roll since he first came here to EWC. Will he be the one to challenge Ruthless Aggression?

Joe Aiello: Don’t forget about his opponent, both men have been quite dominant since entering the EWC ring.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent from Raleigh, North Carolina. Standing 5’11” and weighing in at 225 lbs, he is the EWC United States Champion, NATHAN CREED!

"Anxiety" blares in the arena; the crowd explode to their feet to take a gander at one of their favorite extremists, the EWC United States Champion Nathan Creed, stepping out center stage. His golden mane draping down the shoulders of his black leather jacket and toothy grin peering through his thick beard, he paused with his hands placed on his sides looking out to all sides of the arena. He then walked a moderate pace down the ramp that was guided by a spotlight that dangled up above as green lights lit up parts of the crowd and ring.

Nathan slapped five with a line of his fans that sat in the front row, and then ascended up the cold steel steps. He walks the apron until he comes to a stop in its center, raises his fist in the air with confidence, and enters through the top and middle ropes. Upon doing so, he approaches the nearest turnbuckle - climbing to the second highest level - clenches his fist and holding them high into the air for everyone to see.

Joe Aiello: The EWC United States Champion, Nathan Creed hasn’t been pinned or submitted yet. Can Nathan Creed go the whole way and become Ruthless Aggression’s opponent at Night of Champions or will it be the fresh and new James Kash?

Jeremy Piven: Anything can happen here in EWC. These fans are going to get their money’s worth tonight.

The referee calls for the bell and James Kash takes the initiative as he hits a vicious European Uppercut on Nathan Creed, the two then start trading blows back and forth. Kash gets the upper hand and connects with a Double A Spinebuster. He mounts the United States Champion and punches his head several times, gets up and land’s several elbow drops over his opponent’s chest.

Creed is pulled up by his hands, hit with a knee then whipped into a corner. Kash runs at him and hits with a vicious to Creed’s face. He backs up hits Root of All Evil, drivers several knee’s into his opponent’s gut, places Creed on the top turnbuckle backwards, hits a top rope German Suplex then dives off with an Elbow Drop. Leaning over his opponent’s chest, he goes for a cover…




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Shoulder up by Nathan Creed.

Jeremy Piven: Nice series of moves by James Kash but Nathan Creed didn’t win the United States Championship by being a push over.

Joe Aiello: That’s right, Nathan Creed is allowing his opponent to use some of those bigger and stronger moves to lure him into a false sense of security.

James takes a knee and throws several fists over his opponents head and tries to pull him up but Nathan Creed turns things around a when he trips Kash then delivers a vicious stomp on his opponent’s chest. Nathan starts stomping over Kash’s body before pulling him up and giving James a headbutt. Kash backs up into the ropes and gets it with a Spinning Head Scissors Takedown.

Stalking his opponent, the United States Champion delivers several Garvin Stomps before pulling James up to his feet and hitting a Gutwench Suplex, placing Kash in the center of the ring. Creed kneels over Kash and places a Double Arm Choke, apply some great pressure. Before the referee gets to three, Creed lets go and hits a Busaki Knee Kick. With his opponent down, Nathan Creed goes for a pin…


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Jeremy Piven: No victory yet for the United States Champion. James Kash is going to be one tough customer for Nathan Creed.

Joe Aiello: This match is so close, everyone in the audience and at home can feel it. Both young men want to go and face Ruthless Aggression at Night of Champions XII.

Nathan tries to hammer away at James’s face but Kash gets a foot up and kicks him in his gut. Then he throws a foot in his opponent’s gut, Kash is up and hits a Double Arm Breaker on the United States Champion. However Nathan Creed pushes through the pain and hits a Belly to Belly Suplex on his opponent. But Kash also pushes through his pain and fires back with a Striking Spear.

Both men are on the ground and laid out. The fans are cheering on their personal favorite. Kash recovers first and gets on his knees slowly, and then Nathan Creed begins to stand up as well. The two star trading blows as they get to a vertical base. Creed gets the upper hand after getting an elbow to his opponent’s jaw. Kash stumbles backwards from each blow and leans against the ropes. Nathan Creed goes for a Leaping Shoulder Tackle, but James Kash grabs the referee and puts him in the way.

The referee takes the full hit and is laid out on the canvas. Creed stops to try checking on the referee but James Kash gets behind his opponent and hits a low blow. The fans start booing loudly and try chanting “NO KASH HERE!” but the Horseman doesn’t pay attention and shrugs them off.

Joe Aiello: And the referee was just taken out! This match could be anyone’s now that the rules are able to be broken while our referee is taken out.

Jeremy Piven: James Kash is knows where is at all times. The referee didn’t and he had to pay the price. Will we see the United States champion win this match or will we see the rising star in James Kash come out victorious?

With Creed holding onto his wounded pride, James Kash goes outside the ring and grabs Creed’s EWC United States Championship, stealing it from Jessica Stroup and the ring announcer. He slides back into the ring and stalks his opponent; the United States Champion starts to get up slowly and sees him running over with the title in his hands. Kash swings for the outfields, but Nathan Creed rolls out of the way.

The United States Champion hits a low blow on Kash, making him drop the United States Championship. Picking it up quickly, Creed hits Kash with the title. Creed then attempts to follow it with the Battle Cry! But miraculously Kash slips the maneuver and instead lands a devastating KA$HIN OUT! Seeing the referee recovering, Kash throws the title in toward a corner and covers Nathan Creed. Slowly, the referee turns over and starts to count…

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THREE!!!

The bell rings as the crowd erupts in to a massive chorus of boos. Earl Hebner raises the arm of James Kash, who quickly rips it away and slides towards the ropes. Kash grins, the boos raining down on him as he pulls himself up by the ropes.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall and advancing in the tournament, JAMES KASH!!!!!!

Jeremy Piven: Advancing in the tournament is JAMES KASH! WOW! The winner of tonight’s main event will be facing off against the winner of Cory Chevelle and Derek Wellings in tonight’s main event!

Joe Aiello: James Kash becomes the first man to obtain a victory over Nathan Creed. Creed, obviously, retains his United States Championship. 

Jeremy Piven: Sure, but that puts one hell of a dent in his aspirations and one hell of breath of life in to Kash's. Didn't someone say last week that we could be looking at a future EWC title holder when Kash won? Who was that? Wasn't it me?

Joe Aiello: Oh boy, Jeremy. Anyways, an absolutely enormous victory for Kash. It also appears that we have something going on backstage involving one of our Hardcore Champions.

The feed cuts away as James Kash saunters up the entrance ramp, bathing in the boos of the fans.

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BACKSTAGE

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Derek Wellings is alone back stage, doing some stretches he remembers from his soldier days. There's a light amount of sweat on his body as he does some one man relays. Suddenly a red flame ignites behind Derek, getting the Airborne Ranger's curiosity. 

Derek Wellings: It's not my birthday yet... IT'S NOT MY BIRTHDAY! LEON!

Leon Roberts: Hello again, Airbronie.

The lights turn on but are dimmer than usual. Monica walks up to Derek form behind and wraps her arms around his his abs as Derek and her husband talk.

Leon Roberts: Before you scream "Stranger Danger" just remember, you know Demonica.

Derek Wellings: I wasn't going to say that, glad you two think so highly of me.

Leon Roberts: Have you thought about what I mentioned the other week?

Derek Wellings: My soul isn't for sale, Roberts.

Leon Roberts: I never asked for it but what I do want is for you to open your mind. Have you thought about my advice, Derek?

Derek Wellings: I'd be lying if I said I didn't.

Monica: Just give it a try, if it doesn't work, we'll leave you be.

Derek Wellings: And if it does?

Leon Roberts: Just remember me and what I said, that's all.

The lights die again and the flame blows out. But the lights return to normal and the Airborne Ranger is left alone as we cut back to ringside with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven.

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EWC CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT

MATCH B

NON TITLE MATCH

TONY SAVAGE Vs KURT NEWMAN (C)

WINNER FACES THE WINNER OF MATCH C ON JUNE 1ST 

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Joe Aiello: Well Jeremy, Derek Wellings has certainly been a bit…distant over the past few weeks.

Jeremy Piven: Absolutely. Honestly, it’s starting to creep me out.

Joe Aiello: I hear you, Jeremy. Anyways, we’ve got the second match of our EWC Championship Tournament up now!

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall and is match number two in the EWC Championship Tournament!

The crowd erupts in to cheer as they anticipate the match.

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 and managed by Kid Cannabis. He is 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.

Joe Aiello: Tony Savage comes in to this tournament looking to prove a lot to- - well I’m not quite sure he cares about anyone’s opinion of him, but to prove something to himself at least.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent…

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

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

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

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

Jeremy Piven: And here’s Kurt Newman, Mr. Awesome. Tag Team and International Champion. He might just be the favorite in this whole tournament. 

Kurt and Savage both saunter to the center of the ring, both smirking back at the other with the smugness of a Victorian British Prince. Kurt extends his hand to Savage as they reach the center of the ring. Savage smacks away his hand and connects with a right fist that sends Newman to the mat.

Joe Aiello: Well then, no such gentlemanly pleasantries in this one.

Jeremy Piven: That might be one of the poshest things you’ve said since I’ve met you.

Newman quickly recovers to his feet, but is met with another right fist from Savage that sends him staggering against the ropes. Savage grabs Kurt by the arm and whips him across the ring. Newman bounces off the far ropes and, upon returning to the center of the ring, is met with a leaping elbow that is planted directly across his face. Savage lands on his hands and knees after the maneuver, then quickly gets to his feet. 

Joe Aiello: And Newman is on the offensive from the outset here.

Savage circles slowly around the groggy Newman before he reaches down and grabs Kurt by his arm. Newman slips out of the grasp of Savage and lands an elbow in the mid-section of Tony. Savage staggers back two steps and then moves back in on Newman. Kurt counters again with an elbow that sends Savage back in to the ropes. Kurt slowly gets to his feet and makes his way over to the doubled over Tony Savage. Newman connects with a fist to the face of Savage and then sends him across the ring to the far ropes. Savage bounces off the ropes and ducks under an attempted clothesline from Newman. Savage stops on a dime and, before Newman can even turn, connects with a reverse neckbreaker slam.

Joe Aiello: Oh man! What a reversal there from Savage.

Jeremy Piven: He’s genuinely controlled this match so far. Even there when Newman got a bit of momentum.

Savage drops down, rolls over Newman, and covers him.

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Joe Aiello: Quick two count there, but still an early two count for Savage. Maybe Newman isn’t the favorite that we thought he was.

Tony Savage gets to his feet and lifts up Newman to his own. Savage lands a kick in the mid-section of Newman and connects with a snap DDT. The impact sends a thud echoing throughout the arena. Savage stands to his feet and surveys Newman, who lies on the mat clutching his neck. Tony moves to grab Newman, but then thinks better of it. Instead he backpedals, bounces off the ropes and lands a leaping knee drop to the head of Newman. Newman rolls away in agony and Savage takes his time getting to his feet.

Joe Aiello: Savage still maintaining his advantage here.

Jeremy Piven: I’ve got to say, he’s been pretty impressive so far.

Savage, now on his feet, moves towards Newman once more and connects with three or four stomps on Kurt’s head and neck area. Savage then backpedals once more, bounces off the ropes, and goes for the same leaping knee drop. This time Newman rolls out of the way and Savage lands awkwardly on his knee. The blow sends Savage rolling to the corner, clutching his knee, just as Newman begins to pull himself up on the ropes.

Joe Aiello: And this could be the moment for Newman to get back in to this one.

Newman reaches his feet and makes his way over to Savage. Kurt grabs Savage behind his neck and pulls him in to a stiff knee to the mid-section. Newman slips Tony’s head under his arm and drags him to the center of the ring. There Newman raises his arm and then lands a vicious snap suplex on Savage. Newman maintains the hold on Savage, pulls him up to his feet, and lands another snap suplex. Quickly, Newman hooks the leg of Savage for the cover.

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Jeremy Piven: Well now, almost there for Newman.

Joe Aiello: And it looks like we have ourselves a match now, folks!

Newman pounds the mat in frustration before he pulls Savage to his feet once more. Newman lifts up Savage and lands a Standing Shiranui Backbreaker on him. The maneuver sends Savage rolling in pain to the center of the ring, while Newman plays to the crowd after the move. The crowd begins to chant:

NEWMAN!

NEWMAN!

NEWMAN!

Kurt circles around Savage, slowly stalking him until he is out of Tony’s line of sight. As the groggy Savage gets to his feet, Newman moves in and grasps Savage from behind. Newman locks in tight and lands a German Suplex…

…Except Savage lands on his feet, somehow, unbeknownst to Newman. Newman raises his arms towards the crowd.

Joe Aiello: Turn around Newman! Turn around!

Jeremy Piven: Shut up Joe!

The crowd noise grows as Savage stalks Newman from behind.

Newman assumes the noise is in his honor and blows a kiss to the crowd. As Newman turns, Savage cocks his right arm way back behind him and…

Jeremy Piven: CARDIAC ARREST! CARDIAC ARREST!

Joe Aiello: Oh my god!

Savage connects with the vicious chest punch that sends Newman falling to the ground in a heap. Savage raises a middle finger to the crowd, drops down, and hooks the leg of Newman.

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Jessica Stroup: Your winner….TONY SAVAGE!!!!!

Jeremy Piven: He did it, Joe! He’s in to the next round.

Joe Aiello: I can’t believe it, Jeremy. Newman looked like a surefire candidate for the next round, but now he’s gone!

Savage quickly exits the ring and hops back on his motorcycle. Tony rides his bike valiantly in to the backstage area. As the camera pans the crowd, it slowly stops closing in tight. It's Luke Wolfe standing amongst the fans! The fans around him are going crazy jumping around trying to get on camera!

Joe Aiello: That... That is Luke Wolfe! Luke Wolfe, here on Monday Night Brawl!!!

Luke just stands stonefaced as he looks upon Kurt Newman standing in the ring. Newman spots the rowdy spot in the crowd, the two lock eyes for a moment and then Luke walks away out of the arena.

Jeremy Piven: I guess he was here scouting his opponent for the International Championship coming up.

Joe Aiello: After what we just saw, what a International Championship match that is gonna be!! And folks, we'll be right back with the last two matches of the first round of the EWC Championship Tournament!

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COMMERCIAL

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[Dolan M. Winguard]

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BACKSTAGE

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Monday Night Brawl returns from commercial break with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven at ringside.

Joe Aiello: It appears that our cameras have caught up with someone who we haven’t heard from in a while. Let’s take you all backstage. 

The feed cuts to the backstage area where Floyd Shooter leans back in his seat, inside of his dressing room, with his feet up on a counter. The lighting in the room casts moody shadows across Shooter’s face as he stares ahead at the wall. 

Floyd Shooter: It’s been a while, hasn’t it? 

The image moves closer in on Floyd, his eyes eerily still. 

Floyd Shooter: No gold to claim for my own, now. That, I must say, is a bit of an inconvenience. We move to bigger and better things though, don’t we? 

Floyd inhales and exhales deeply. His eyes finally move, but only slightly, as they follow across the edge of the wall and ceiling. 

Floyd Shooter: I want to heal this fissure. I want to be the one that puts a stop to this nonsensical war. I fight for one side, only because the other’s morality is lower than dirt. But neither side has a just cause here. Both fight for one man’s selfish desires. 

Floyd finally turns away from the wall and faces the camera. He appears, though, to be looking just past the camera itself. 

Floyd Shooter: But that’s any war I suppose. There’s always two selfish men atop two heaps of battered bodies. What I need from you is help. So help me… 

Floyd stares, almost pleadingly, at someone just past the frame of the camera as the feed returns back to ringside with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven.  

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EWC CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT

MATCH C

SMITH JONES Vs SAM ATTIC

WINNER FACES THE WINNER OF MATCH B ON JUNE 1ST 

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Joe Aiello: Well, that was certainly interesting from our former United States Champion.

Jeremy Piven: It certainly was, but the question is: Who was he talking to?

‘Power’ by Kanye West plays at full volume! During the opening sixteen bars, the lights in the arena slowly fade out to pitch darkness under the vocals of the choir and Kanye’s edgy opening lines.

Joe Aiello: Folks, the next match in our EWC Championship Tournament begins now!

On the first big drum beat, the tron explodes with white pyrotechnics as the arena lights blast to full white! Smith Jones walks out onto the stage dressed to compete in his full length white ring gear with stirrups that cover his white boots. There's a long colored strip all the way down the right leg of his tights swallowing his right stirrup over his white boot. The left leg is a base of white with a large, colored fingerprint in thick lines on the left thigh. There is a small maple leaf on the lower leg, just above the left ankle, the same color as the stripe, the fingerprint, and also the same color as Candice's lovely dress. The stunning strategist Candice Bergetz comes out onto the stage to a round of cheers somewhat louder than the pop for Jones!

Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall and is a EWC Title Number Contender’s Tournament First Round match. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada; weighting in at 229 pounds; Smith Jones.

They stride confidently down to ringside together as the crowd chants 'Let's go, Smitty! Let's go, Jones!' Candice and Smith are arm in arm as people reach out to high five Candice. They arrive at the steps and Smith lets Candice go first. Smith mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron as Candice waits on the apron and then wipes her feet as well. Jones parts the ropes for his lovely manager before entering the ring himself and taking center. He turns to the entrance way and awaits his opponent.

The lights dim and the first strains of “In The City” blast into the arena, the lights begin to flash as Sam Attic enters in a sequined robe. The crowd boos as the lights making it sparkle, his arms outstretched and open towards the crowd.

Stroup: His opponent, from New York, weighting in at 235 pounds, “Psycho” Sam Attic.

Slowly and deliberately walking to the ring with his normal smirk spread across his face, he slowly walks around the ring and finally enters. Stepping to the center, he slowly grinds and removes his robe, his tights showing the face of his opponent. He tosses the robe out of the ring and takes a corner, looking around like he is bored.

There's little time wasted, as Sam dives in for a collar and elbow, then swings out into a wristlock, going around from it to a hammerlock, moving from that to a headlock, then twisting back into the wristlock before Jones twists out and locks Sam into a top wristlock before Sam grabs the ropes. All in a matter of thirty seconds. The fans mostly boo Sam, while Jones looks less than impressed at his opponent.

Aiello: Well it looks like Jones isn’t impressed.

Piven: Why wouldn’t he be? I’ve never seen an angier person in my life.

Attic doesn't stop there. Twisting the wrist to force Jones to bend over, Sam sets, then leaps across his opponent, releasing the trapped wrist, and instead arm-dragging on the far side arm, flipping Jones down to the mat. The grip is maintained, meaning Sam has a grounded lock around his opponent's shoulder. Setting to one knee, Sam moves from the shoulder to a grounded sleeper, receiving a round of applause for his efforts.
Aiello: So far it looks like Attic has the advantage in the submissions aspect.

Smith's face has gone from unimpressed to thoroughly pissed off. Powering upwards, he gets to a standing position.... twisting into the headlock so he can drive elbow after elbow into Sam’s gut. He only breaks to reach up and rake Attic's eyes, which not only causes Sam to release his hold (in order to clutch his face), but also draws a warning from the referee.

Piven: That was uncalled for.

Aiello: I rarely agree with you but right now I will.

Piven: Now you’re talking Joey.

Jones shrugs off the warning and starts to club Attic in the back as he slowly gets to his feet.As Sam gets to his feet, he is met with a combination of punches to the gut and slaps to the face, working up and down without any pattern from his opponent. Jones chops Attic in the chest and the crowd woos in approval. Jones pushes Attic back into the ropes, from which he's quickly whipped off into the far side. On the return, Jones leaps, taking Attic down with a Thesz press. As soon as the pair land, Jones starts drilling hard right hands to Attic's temple, which very quickly become stiff headbutts to the same spot.

Aiello: Jones battering Attic with shot after shot.

Piven: Much more of this and he won't know where he is, not that I know if Sam knew where he was normally.

Rising to his feet, Jones waits for his opponent to get and drops Attic with a belly-to-belly suplex. Sam gets back up and tries to swing at his opponent but Jones ducks down and lifts Attic up and drops him with a belly-to back suplex, bouncing Attic up and over, onto his face. Sam gets up again and is captured in a double underhook before being launched up and over with a butterfly suplex. Jones looks to the crowd who cheers in approval.

Aiello: Sam Attic is getting suplexed out of his boots right now.

Piven: Smith Jones is putting on a clinic so far. This is why he is mayor of Suplex Town.

Jones awaits his opponent to get back up to his feet after the series of suplexex. Attic finally gets to his feet and is caught by Jones. Taking a wrist, Attic is whipped off into a corner, where Jones looks for a quick run-in attack. Unfortunately for him, Attic is ready for it, dropping a shoulder to throw Jones out to the apron with a back body drop over the top rope. While Smith lands on his feet, he's not on them for long, as Attic hooks onto the top rope and flicks his boot up with a hanging-kick, dropping Smith off and down to ringside.

Aiello: Nice reversal out of desperation there.

Piven: Maybe Sam Attic really knows where he is…

Attic follows his opponent and charges Jones backfirst into the apron and does it again. Jones stumbles back and clutches his back while Attic roles into the ring to break the count. There's no wasted time, as Attic continues his offence by rushing the far ropes.

Aiello: Attic with his zany high octane style going for a dive to ringside...

Piven: Here it comes...

Ducking forwards, Attic goes between the top and middle ropes for a suicide dive but he flies straight into the barrier as Jones evades to the side.

Aiello: Crash and burn!!

Piven: Now THAT looks painful...

Aiello: Attic's neck and shoulders took the brunt of that impact... Which might put his hopes in the tournament in jeopardy.

Piven: He had to do something to combat the suplexes though.

Jones shows little care for his opponent's health, picking him up and trying to smash Attic’s face but Attic blocks and reverses, smashing Jones’ face against the top of the steel barrier several times before pressing his throat down onto it, all while Paul Turner starts a count-out.

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Aiello: This is a war so far.

Piven: Indeed, Sam Attic and Smith Jones are taking it to each other.

Aiello: But it is what you have to do in a tournament like they are in for the EWC Title shot.

Attic races up onto the apron, breaking the count while taking position next to the corner. Beckoning for Jones to stand, Attic times his leap perfectly, with a diving DDT off the top rope.

Piven: Nice diving DDT by the Psycho.

Jones's head bounces off the canvas, eyes a little foggy from the impact. Sam is quick to make a cover for the first pin attempt of the match.

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Aiello: Close call.

Piven: Indeed, Sam Attic was one second away on that one.

Both men are up quickly, but it's Attic that's first to make a move, leaving his feet to deliver a big dropkick. This is followed by a second leap, this time for a calf-kick, which in turn is followed by a simple armdrag, throwing Jones the length of the ring. With the added distance, Smith looks to get some speed into a charge, but finds himself instead caught with an Attic frankensteiner, flipping up and over onto his back. Sam is again first up, looking to punctuate with a roundhouse, but Jones halts his rise to duck the move... Although it doesn't save him, as Attic spins through the missed roundhouse straight into a leaping enziguri but Jones catches the leg before grabbing Attic’s head and flipping him up and over with a capture suplex.
Aiello: Nice ducks and evasions into the capture suplex.

Piven: What is Attic going to need to do to stop Smith Jones.

Aiello: He’s going to need to dig deep, that is for sure.

Jones gets up an attic stumbles not long after into another suplex and Jones hooks the leg before flipping Attic onto his back. Smith bridges for the pin attempt.

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Piven: Close but not enough.

Aiello: Attic kicks out of the fisherman’s suplex.

Piven: I guess that was a not-so perfect plex. Maybe we can call that the Imperfect Plex.

Aiello: Will you be serious?.

Slight frustrations shows as Jones gets to his feet, but he stays focused, taking a side headlock. Attic gets to his feet and elbows Jones a few times. Jones whips Attic into the turnbuckle before he can gain an advantage. Jones charges in with an avalanche but Attic dives out of the way. Attic grabs Jones in a half cravate slashing his throat with his thumb, with the free hand.

Piven: Here it comes.

Aiello: You know what he is trying for?

Attic falls onto his face trying to bring Jones down but Jones grabs the ropes, preventing him from falling onto his face. The crowd erupts.

Piven: Jones blocked the Bus Driver, I can’t believe it.

Aiello: Could that have ended it?

Piven: Possibly.

Attic rolls around holding his face before Jones grabs him and lifts him up in a reverse chinlock. Jones goes for his neck stabber but Attic is the one to grab the ropes while Jones falls. Attic goes for the pin with a foot on the rope.

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Paul Turner catches the cheating attempt and stops counting to yell at Attic. Attic complains to the referee that his foot was not on the rope.

Aiello: Bad call by Attic, arguing with the referee…

Jones uses the argument to get to his feet. He whips Attic into the turnbuckle. Jones places Attic onto the turnbuckle and tries to climb up going for a superplex. Attic blocks and climbs to the top rope before lifting Jones up and jumping down to the mat against the turnbuckle pads, dropping Jones neck-first onto the top turnbuckle pad.

Piven: CORNER KILLA!!!!!

But Attic isn’t done as he lifts Jones into position to a fireman’s carry before dropping Jones between the legs with a Michinoku Driver.

Aiello: Crybaby after a Corner Killa, call it Turner.

Attic hooks the legs for a pin.

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Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match, by pinfall, SAM ATTIC!!!

Attic slowly crawls to the ropes to hold himself up as Earl Hebner raises his arm in the air. The fans reign boos down on Attic as he begins to grin from his seated position.

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RINGSIDE

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The feed cuts to ringside, the boos still echoing in the background, with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven.

Joe Aiello: What an upset victory by Sam Attic, folks!

Jeremy Piven: You're damn right! Did anyone see that one coming?

Joe Aiello: We sure have had a lot of unexpected victors tonight. What's even more important is that this EWC Championship Tournament is almost at the end of it's first round.

Jeremy Piven: That's right, Joe. So far James Kash, Tony Savage and Sam Attic have booked their tickets to the next round. All upsets I think in the eyes of the Vegas bookies. We won't waste any time waiting to find out the fourth and final competitor, because right now we've got Derek Wellings versus Cory Chevelle. The winner will be the last one in to the party!

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EWC CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT

MATCH D
NON TITLE MATCH
CORY CHEVELLE

Vs

DEREK WELLINGS (C)
WINNER FACES THE WINNER OF MATCH A ON JUNE 1ST

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen your Main Event of the evening is the last EWC Championship Tournament Match of the evening, scheduled for one fall!!!

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

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

"Out here, we play for keeps

Ain't one of us is innocent

We all got blood on our hands

It's time for reckoning

No one will come to your defense

Chevy will cut you down where you stand.."

Jessica Stroup: Standing in at six feet five inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, residing from Bear Creek, Montana 

"WHEN YOU FALL DOWN ON YOUR KNEES

BEG FOR MERCY, MR. PLEASE!

THE TIME HAS COME TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT!

THERE AIN'T NO JUDGE FOR PLEADIN' TO

HE DONE CONVICTED YOU!

THE DEVIL GETS YOUR SOUL TONIGHT!"

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

Aiello: Two weeks ago Cory Chevelle came up short in an EWC Hardcore Championship Match against Derek Wellings.

Piven: Fast Forward two weeks and he’s facing Derek Wellings again and this time it’s for a shot at the EWC Championship Tournament.

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

Jessica Stroup: Standing in at six feet four inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, from Detroit, Michigan, the Co-EWC Hardcore Champion “The Airborne Ranger” Derek Wellings!!!

Aiello: Derek Wellings has made it known he wants a shot at the EWC Championship and tonight he gets his chance in this EWC Championship Tournament.

Piven: Derek Wellings was victorious against Cory Chevelle two weeks ago, will history repeat itself or will Cory Chevelle change it tonight?

The bell rings and Derek Wellings and Cory Chevelle both stand across the ring from one another just staring each other down. Wellings makes his way over to the middle of the ring and looks Chevelle dead in the eye as he drags his foot in a line across the mat. Wellings steps back and motions for Chevelle to cross the line. Chevelle just stands there smirking at the crowd, Wellings simply mouths the word Yella Belly sending Chevelle into a rage. Chevelle screams out in a primal roar before charging across the ring attempting a clothesline, but Wellings ducks out of the way. Chevelle grabs the top rope and shakes it before turning towards Wellings as he connects with a clothesline. Chevelle staggers back, but doesn’t leave his feet as Wellings hits the ropes bouncing back and connecting with another clothesline. Chevelle staggers back again as Wellings charges forward for another clothesline, but out of nowhere Chevelle flattens Wellings with a clothesline of his own. Wellings hits the mat hard as Chevelle bounces off the ropes and connects with an elbow drop across the sternum of Wellings.

Aiello: Derek Wellings very cocky in the begging of this matchup, taunting Cory Chevelle to cross that imaginary line.

Piven: Derek beat Chevelle two weeks ago back in Raleigh, he knows what he’s doing.

Chevelle sits there on the mat with his elbow still across the chest of Wellings. Wellings looks up as Chevelle hits him with a back elbow strike. Chevelle makes his way back up to his feet and stalks Wellings as he slowly sits up. Chevelle charges forward and catches Wellings with a knee strike straight to the face. Wellings hits the mat and Chevelle bounces off the ropes connecting with another elbow drop across the sternum. Chevelle hooks the legs of Wellings for the cover as the ref gets down for the count, 

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Aiello: Cory Chevelle was keeping Derek Wellings grounded on the mat, but now Wellings gave Chevelle a taste of his own medicine.

Piven: Both men are tough and they know it’s going to take a lot more than this to keep either man down for the three count.

Wellings pulls Chevelle back up to his feet and sends him across the ring with an irish whip. Chevelle bounces back right into a hip toss from Wellings taking him back down to the mat. Wellings taunts to the crowd getting them fired up for the match.

“LET’S GO DEREK !!! , LET’S GO DEREK !!! , LET’S GO DEREK !!!

Wellings grabs Chevelle down on the mat and pulls the man back up to his feet. Wellings grabs Chevelle around the back, but Chevelle drives his knee deep in the side of Wellings. Wellings releases his hold as Chevelle continues to repeatedly drive his knee into the side of Wellings. Chevelle pushes Wellings to the side to a large amount of boos from the crowd. Chevelle just smirks at them before grabbing Wellings and placing his head between his legs. Chevelle lifts Wellings into the air and connects with a powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Chevelle still has ahold of Wellings and lifts him back into the air before slamming him down on the mat with another powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Chevelle still holding onto Wellings lifts him into the air for the third time and spins around a few times before slamming Wellings down with a third and final powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Chevelle places his foot across the chest of Wellings for the cover as the ref starts the count,

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Aiello: Cory Chevelle determined to punish Derek Wellings in this match, there is a shot at the EWC Championship on the line.

Piven: Cory Chevelle is also dishing out some payback from their EWC Hardcore Championship Match two weeks ago.

Wellings slowly makes his way back to his feet and stands tall as Chevelle wraps his arms around his body and tosses him across the ring with the Ragdoll Toss. Wellings hits the mat and picks himself back up as Chevelle connects with a big clothesline taking him back down to the mat. Chevelle hooks his legs for the cover as the ref makes the count, 

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but Chevelle kicks out before the count of two. Wellings makes his way back to his feet and catches Chevelle with a dropkick to the chest knocking him back into the corner. Wellings pumps up the crowd once again charging across the ring connecting with a big clothesline into the corner. Wellings backs out of the corner as Chevelle staggers forward with Wellings wrapping him arms around his body before lifting him into the air and sending him down to the mat with a huge overhead belly to belly suplex. Chevelle crumbles against the mat as Wellings makes the immediate cover. The ref gets down to make the count, 

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Aiello: Derek Wellings proving why he is co-Hardcore Champion, he can take a beating and keep going.

Piven: Derek took the big man down with that very impressive overhead belly to belly suplex.

Wellings quickly guides Chevelle back up to his feet and slaps him across the face before taking him down to the mat with a full nelson slam. Wellings makes another cover and the ref gets down for the count,

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however Chevelle kicks out right at the count of two once again. Wellings hit the mat out of frustration but makes his way back to his feet and waits as Chevelle staggers back up to his. Wellings charges forward looking for a clothesline, but Chevelle charges forward taking Wellings down to the mat with a double leg take down. Chevelle mounts the chest of Wellings and unloads with a series of rights and lefts. Chevelle hooks the legs of Wellings for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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Wellings kicks out right after the count of two. Chevelle roars out again before grabbing Wellings by the head pulling him back up to his feet. Chevelle hooks Wellings around the head and quickly lifts him into the air before dropping him on the mat with a snap suplex. Chevelle stills has ahold of Wellings head guiding him back to his feet and taking him back down to the mat with another snap suplex. 

Aiello: The action continues to go back and forth with neither man being able to take full control of this matchup.

Piven: Just goes to show you how strong and tough these two big men are. Derek Wellings and Cory Chevelle are tearing into each other here tonight.

Aiello: Both of these men want to advance in this tournament for the EWC Championship.

Piven: Just think there’s a chance that Derek Wellings could be our EWC Hardcore Champion and EWC Champion, but he has to get through Cory Chevelle first.

Chevelle stands in the corner mocking the fans as Wellings stumbles back to his feet. Chevelle charges forward looking for a clothesline, but Wellings lifts Chevelle into the air before catching him and dropping him to the mat with a Samoan Drop in the middle of the ring. Wellings makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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Chevelle kicks out right after the count of two. Wellings guides Chevelle back up to his feet and drives his knee deep into his midsection causing the big man to buckle over. Wellings slaps him across the chest with a series of knife edge chops. The chest of Chevelle begins to turn a dark shade of red after each chop that connects. Wellings grabs Chevelle around the waist before lifting the man into the air over his shoulder and takes him down to the mat with a gutwrench powerbomb in the middle of the ring Wellings makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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Chevelle kicks out again right after the count of two. 

Aiello: Both of these men want to advance in this tournament for the EWC Championship.

Piven: Just think there’s a chance that Derek Wellings could be our EWC Hardcore Champion and EWC Champion, but he has to get through Cory Chevelle first.

Wellings guides Chevelle back up to his feet and sends him across the ring with an irish whip. Chevelle reverses the irish whip into one of his own. Wellings reaches the ropes jumping up to the second rope and bouncing off catching Chevelle with a big springboard dropkick directly to the chest of Chevelle. Chevelle hits the mat as Wellings makes the immediate cover as the ref makes the count, 

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Chevelle kicks out after the count of two. Wellings guides Chevelle back to his feet before lifting the man across his shoulders. Wellings spins around the ring over a dozen times with the airplane spin. Wellings releases Chevelle as he flies off his shoulders and connects with the mat. Wellings makes his way over to the corner and regains his senses. Chevelle staggers back up to his feet stumbling around and turns around right into a rib crushing spear from Wellings out of the corner. Wellings hooks both legs of Chevelle for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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Chevelle kicks out after the count of two. 

Aiello: Derek Wellings just spun Cory Chevelle around the ring 17 times before releasing Chevelle as he flew off his shoulders.

Piven: Derek Wellings wants to win this match and he’s showing it here tonight.

Aiello: Ladies and gentleman, things are heating up here in Montreal. Make sure you are with us when we return, right after this quick commercial break!

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The feed returns to inside the Bell Centre, where Derek Wellings makes another cover and the ref gets down to make the count.

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Aiello: Yet another close call there for Wellings, he's maintained his control of this match for a while now!

Chevelle kicks out after the count of two once again. Wellings pulls him back up to his feet and sends him to the corner with an irish whip. Chevelle hits the corner hard as Wellings charges forward looking for another body splash in the corner, but Chevelle grabs Wellings in midair and drives him down to the mat with a powerslam. Chevelle makes his way back to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Wellings bounces back and Chevelle grabs him again taking him down to the mat the hard way with a nasty powerslam. Chevelle quickly hooks the legs of Wellings for the cover as the ref makes the count, 

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Wellings kicks out after the count of two. Chevelle guides Wellings back to his feet and hooks him around the waist. Chevelle yells out to the crowd “Suplex City Bitch” before lifting Wellings into the air and sends him crashing into the mat on the back of his head with a german suplex. Chevelle quickly rolls over still having ahold of Wellings and lifts him back up to his feet before connecting with another german suplex. Chevelle quickly rolls back over still having ahold of Wellings lifting him back up to his feet. Chevelle lifts Wellings high into the air and planting him on the mat with a release german suplex sending Wellings across the ring. Chevelle lets out a primal roar before pulling Wellings to the middle of the ring for the cover. The ref makes the count, 

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Wellings kicks out before the count of three.

Aiello: Cory Chevelle just nearly put away the C0 – EWC Hardcore Champion with that series of german suplex’s..

Piven: Cory Chevelle just checked Derek Wellings into city, Suplex City Bitch, it’s quite nice you should visit sometime.

Chevelle stands over the body of Wellings mocking the crowd as they reign down the boos. Chevelle than leaps into the air and connects with Like A Rock in the middle of the ring. Chevelle pops back up to his feet yelling out into the crowd, “LIKE A ROCK”. Chevelle hooks the legs of Wellings for the cover as the ref makes the count, 

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Wellings kicks out before the count of three. Chevelle yells out in anger as he forcefully makes his way back to his feet pulling Wellings back up to his own feet. Chevelle places Wellings across his shoulder before connecting with Guerilla Warfare in the middle of the ring. Chevelle hooks both legs of Chevelle for the cover as the ref gets down to make the count, 

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however Wellings gets his shoulder up before the count of three. 

Aiello: Derek Wellings just won’t quit no matter what Cory Chevelle throws his way.

Piven: It’s taking everything in him to keep kicking out and it’s surely wearing him out to keep having to do so, Chevelle has a game plan working.

Chevelle guides Wellings back to his feet and sends him to the corner with an irish whip. Wellings hits the corner back first and slumps over as Chevelle charges forward looking for a running headbutt in the corner. Wellings manages to get both feet up hitting Chevelle right in the face. Wellings falls back to the corner as Chevelle makes his way forward and Wellings jumps up grabbing Chevelle by the head and takes him down to the mat with the code breaker. Wellings makes the immediate cover, but Chevelle kicks out before the count of three. 

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Wellings pulls Chevelle back up to his feet and drives his foot into his midsection before lifting the man off his feet and charging towards the corner throwing him forward connecting with a corner powerbomb. Chevelle hits the corner hard and stumbles forward as Wellings slaps his hand across his throat. Wellings throws Chevelle’s arm over his own before lifting him high into the and planting him on his back with a devastating Chokeslam in the middle of the ring. Wellings hooks the legs of Chevelle for the cover as the ref makes the count, 

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Chevelle gets his own shoulder up before the count of three.

Aiello: Derek Wellings just dished out his own form of payback on Cory Chevelle.

Piven: Did you see the air he got on that chokeslam and Cory Chevelle got his shoulder up before the count of three.

Chevelle crawls towards the corner using the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Chevelle turns right into a body splash from Wellings. Wellings waste no time grabbing Chevelle and lifting him into the air driving him back down to the mat with Basic Training. Wellings signals for the end pulling Chevelle back to his feet driving his foot deep into his midsection. Wellings lifts Chevelle into the air and connects with a powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Wellings lifts Chevelle back into the air and connects with another powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Wellings lifts Chevelle back into the air and connects with a third powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Wellings still has ahold of Chevelle lifting him back into the air and placing the man across his shoulders. Wellings spins Chevelle around connecting with Advanced Training in the middle of the ring. Chevelle hits the mat hard as Wellings hooks both legs for the cover as the ref makes the count.

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner of the matchup via pinfall, “The Airborne Ranger” Derek Wellings!!!

Aiello: Derek Wellings one step closer to reaching his dreams of becoming EWC Champion.

Piven: That was one hell of a victory for Derek Wellings, Cory Chevelle took him to his limits, I’d love to see these two face off again.

This Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage hits the arena as Derek Wellings stands tall in the middle of the ring. He holds the EWC Hardcore Championship high into the air before draping it across his shoulder. Wellings than motions the EWC Championship fitting around his waist as the fans cheer loudly.

Aiello: And after that doozy of a match, it appears we have even more for you going on backstage. It appears our cameras have caught up with Xplode and some members of The Coalition.

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The feed cuts backstage where Xplode locks the door to his office before waving away Sam Attic who is walking alongside Cory Chevelle. Both Cory Chevelle and Attic race off to the waiting limos out in the parking lot, ready for a night to remember. James Kash remains by Xplode's side, despite Attic yelling out his name to accompany them in the distance. Noticing that Kash had remained behind, Xplode places a hand on Kash's shoulder:

Xplode: You should get out to those limos, kid. Those ladies have big plans for you and the guys tonight. It's time to celebrate! This war is almost over..

Kash stands his ground and refuses to leave. He has a look of concern upon his face.

Kash: I am going to hang back with you, and make sure you are okay. I have a bad feeling in my gut that they have some sort of ambush planned for you, boss. I am not gonna let that happen.

Xplode: James, I respect that. I can't say that I have ever had too many people watch my back over my career unless they had something personal to gain from it. I am fine though. I have made a career of proving that I am the predator in this industry.. no one is stupid enough to attack me. I have never needed a body guard before.. and I won't start tonight.

James refuses at first, but finally agrees to honor Xplode's wishes.

Xplode: Go enjoy yourself. There is enough booze in those limos to get a small country loaded. (laughing.) This is a time to celebrate.. 

Kash: Alright, boss. I respect you, and I got your back. Remember that..

Xplode nods and heads off down the hallway. He nods at a few employees and then stops in front of a group of fans. By request, he begins to sign autographs when suddenly an EWC employee races towards him, a look of desperation upon his face!!

Employee: Mister Hunter!!!! YOU NEED TO COME!! TARA MICHAELS HAS BEEN ATTACKED!!! HURRY!!

Xplode hands the autograph to the nearby child and then races off toward the locker room area! He burst into the room as the employee points him in. Once inside, he realizes that the room is empty... and the door is slammed shut behind him! Spinning around, Xplode finds himself face to face.. with Kurt Newman!! Newman eyes him up and down, and neither back backs down. Xplode looks only mildly interested.

Newman: You know, I guess I gave you more credit than you deserved. I figured that you would see through this plan easily.

Xplode: Cute. Well, here is your big chance, Kurt. Me and you.. one on one.. no referee. What are you gonna do? I heard that you were pretty pissed about your partner and the accident that he was involved in. Tough break, kid.

Newman punches the wall and then gets right back in Xplode's face.

Newman: YOU SON OF A BITCH! I TOLD YOU THAT I WOULD FIND YOU! I AM SMARTER THAN THE REST OF THAT LOCKER ROOM. THIS IS GONNA BE A BAD NIGHT FOR YOU!

Xplode wipes the spittle from his face as Newman continues to speak.

Newman: I have stood by and watched as you have hurt the people that I respect. Ruthann Parks, President Mac, BDC.. and now Shadow Man?! This stops now.

Xplode: I hear you talking.. but I don't see you doing a damn thing about it. Come on, kid. Are you serious enough? Are you really ready... to step up to Man around here?!

Newman pauses for a minute, and then he walks away. Xplode laughs.. until suddenly he is attacked by Kurt Newman! Newman lunges at him, driving Xplode backwards into a large mirror! The Mirror shatters instantly over the two men as Newman pummels the General Manager repeatedly! Xplode manages to shove Newman away before driving an elbow into his jaw!Newman stumbles backward as Xplode speaks..

Xplode: Well, you gave it your best shot, kid. I will give you credit... you almost had me. You just never were really in my league.

Newman suddenly snaps and drives forward into Xplode's ribs with his shoulder! Xplode crashes into the lockers behind him now as Newman grabs a nearby metal chair! Newman then brings the metal chair down upon Xplode again.. and again.. each time with more gusto than before! A nearby shelf crumbles and falls down upon Xplode as Newman continues the assault!

Breathing heavily, Newman holds the twisted chair in one hand as he steps back. Slices marks make their way across his forehead and neck due to the broken glass as he bleeds profusely. Xplode starts to regain himself slowly as Newman speaks:

Newman: I am going to finish this war and do what no one else has been able to.. right now. The Era of X... IS OVER!!!

Raising the chair over his head, Newman prepares to finish Xplode off when suddenly the chair is ripped out of his hands! Kurt Newman spins around and finds himself face to face with James Kash!! James Kash does not hesitate as he grabs Newman behind the neck and drives him face first into the drywall, leaving a huge hole behind as Newman slides to the floor! Kash then brings his knee into Newman's face again... and again. Newman does not move as blood trickles from the corner of his mouth. Kash then turns and races to help his mentor, Xplode, as he pulls his body from under the debris.

Kash: SOMEONE.. GET HELP!!! THE GENERAL MANAGER IS HURT BAD!!!! DAMN IT, HELP!!!

Medical teams and EWC employees race into the locker room and quickly tend to both men! Xplode looks up at James Kash through swollen eyes and raises a thumb to signal that he will be okay. Kash nods before glancing at Kurt Newman who is being helped away as well. Both Newman and Kash lock gazes as Kash speaks. Newman forces a smile through bloodied lips in return..

Kash: I will get you for this, you son of a bitch..

Ruthann Parks races into the room next alongside a few other EWC superstars. She glances at Kash and Newman before seeing Xplode being wheeled away on a stretcher! 

Tara Michaels enters the room now just as Parks arrives at Xplode's side, tears in her eyes.

Ruthann Parks: Jaden.. this has gone too far. It has to end.

The scene fades as we see Xplode being taken away. Newman and Kash continue to stare at one another.. and Ruthann Parks and Tara Michaels lock eyes... 

In the hallway, President Mac stands shocked, motionless... and without words. The ambulance slowly drives away in the background.

© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2015

RECAP

JTC Vs ION
LUCY MIDDLEY Vs SLADE HARDISON
MILANOR GARNET Vs CHRIS MAVERICK
BRIAN JAMES Vs DEAD KARL
JAMES KASH Vs NATHAN CREED (C)
TONY SAVAGE Vs KURT NEWMAN (C)
SMITH JONES Vs SAM ATTIC ( Vs. Tony Savage - June 1st )
CORY CHEVELLE Vs DEREK WELLINGS (C) ( Vs. James Kash - June 1st )