MNB - Las Vegas, Nevada (02/25/2008)

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Pyrotechnics explode all around the ramp in the Thomas & Mack Center - Las Vegas, Nevada as "The Pretender" by The Foo fighters blasts through the speakers, and the Brawl video segment plays on the Xtreme - Tron. Red fireworks descend down the ramp way and up into the rafters as the Nevada crowd go absolutely berserk! The camera scans through the crowd and makes its way to the announcers table.

Skippy: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a brand new era, right here on Monday Night Brawl!

Aiello: ……. again.

Skippy: Well yes, but don’t you worry yourself about that Aiello, because tonight’s show will be off the hook - and that’s a bonafide fact!

Aiello: Well I don’t know if we’ll actually be able to hold on to THIS set of GM’s, but I do know that the crowd here in Las Vegas are ready to be entertained!

Skippy: And everyone knows that we are the best in the world at entertaining!

With that, “Rebel Yell” by Billy Idol blares from the PA system, and out walks a tall and slim man with piercing blue eyes and dyed platinum blonde hair. He is wearing black trousers, and a tight black top. The crowd cheer, because they know that this man means business.

Skippy: Wow, it’s the newly appointed Co GM, Steven Xavier!

Aiello: Well why not! I mean, the GM’s on this show have always thought they run the damn place.

Skippy: Erm, but they do …

Aiello: Oh, you know what I mean!

Xavier is holding a mic, smiles, and then starts talking from the top of the ramp.

Xavier: First off - thanks for the applause, but I urge you to save your energy for the rest of the show, because I’m only here to tell you all that my priority here on Brawl is to make sure that the most important people get what they paid for - and yes, I’m talking about YOU - the great EWC Brawl fans!

No more will this show be plagued by bosses on an ego trip, trying to steal the limelight for themselves. No more will the guys and gals in the locker room run rampant and shoot their mouths as if they run things. Me and Sinbad run Monday Night Brawl - end of story. Me and Sinbad book the shows and decide who faces who and when - end of story. Me and Sinbad make sure that you get a kick ass show, week in and week out - end of story!

So, that’s about it from me. You’ve heard enough *bleep* from me, so let’s just get on with the show! Oh, and an aside, the following match has been made a Triple Threat match due to contract issues with Anton Slyu.”

With that, Mene Gene climbs into the ring and does what he does best.

Mene Gene: Ladies and gentlemen, the opening match tonight is a Triple Threat Match! Introducing first, standing at 6’2 and hailing from Juneau, Alaska …. THE ALASKAN ASSASSIN … MARK CARANO!!!!!!

Carano walks to the ring, looking like he means business. He bounces off the ropes a few times, and waits patiently for his opponents.

Mene Gene: Introducing the second participant in this match, Jino!

Jino sprints to the ring and charges straight at Carano before the bell even rings. Mene Gene gets out of the ring quickly, and the two men start brawling.

Skippy: Hm, Jino obviously doesn’t quite get the jist of what a Triple Threat Match is then.

Aiello: Well, in fairness, it’s a reasonably clever tactic. Get Carano out of the match and the concentrate on Jesse Hampton.

Carano starts gaining the upper hand and completely dominates Jino. He hits him with a devastating body slam, and then bounces off the ropes and hit’s a stiff leg drop.

Jesse Hampton slowly jogs to the ring, jumps on to the apron, leaps onto the top rope, bounces off and launches himself at Carano, only to get caught in mid air, and hit with a Triple Back Breaker.

Skippy: Carano is completely dominating this match … quite an impressive debut really!

The bell rings.

Aiello: About fricking time!

The crowd start cheering for Carano as he goes back to work on Jino. He picks him up, hits him with a few stiff elbows to his face, and then throws him over the top rope. He picks up Hampton, and hit’s the Alaskan Powerbomb, slap bang in the middle of the ring!

Aiello: Ring the bell, this one’s over!

The ref counts

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Mene Gene: Your winner - MARK CARANO!

Mark Carano climbs the turnbuckles and the crowd cheer and applaud him. Both Jino and Hampton slowly get up, and make their way gingerly up the ramp.

Skippy: That’s why they call him the Alaskan Assassin!

Aiello: I thought it was because he assassinated Alaskans.

Skippy: And why the hell would he do that?

Aiello: Have you ever been to Alaska? It’s a fricking dump, so if he wants to go around assassinating Alaskans then more power to him!

Skippy: You are a fool, do you know that?

Aiello: Yep.

Skippy: ….

The lights in the arena go dark but the crowd is on its feet, cheering with excitement.

Mene Gene: Ladies and gentlemen...

Already knowing, the crowd is chanting his name. They're cheering for their hero, when the entire arena is illuminated by big white letters on a black background. The word "HARD" grows from nothing into a being that fills the entire screen. Behind it a quick flash of pornography blurs as a moan is heard throughout the building. The screen goes black again and the crowd goes rabid with anticipation. And again from nothing, growing into a monster of a word, "CORE" brightens the building. Some band is thrashing on a stage behind the word as the voice of the vocalist screams the word before the screen goes black. This happens a few more times, faster than the time before until the two words become one, the screams and the moans are in unison and there's a figure in the dark on the stage.

Mene Gene: Please rise for your Hardcore Champion....

Ballistic isn't even the word that could do this crowd justice. "HARDCORE" remains on the EWCTron as a single spotlight shines through the stage area. Behind it we see the sihlouette of Sean "The Man" Ferguson watching as the arena shakes at its very foundation. "Tranquilize" by The Killers featuring Lou Reed begins and a small flame ignites the tip of Ferguson's cigarette as he steps into the spotlight. Beyond anyone's belief, this sends the EWC fans further into mass hysteria when Sean pulls the cigarette away and unleashes an unholy cloud of smoke.

Brandon Flowers and Lou Reed begin exchanging lines of lyrics like rivals behind the microphone and Sean starts down the ramp, hitting the cigarette hard. The spotlight remains shining through the stage area as he climbs up the side of the ring and looks back to where he once was. The Hardcore Champion flicks the cigarette away and slips through the ropes as his new entrance music continues. A stagehand tosses him a microphone as he climbs up on a turnbuckle and sits on the top. He watches the canvas as his intro goes on until the very end. The lights let up with the exception of the stage area, remaining dark with the solitary spotlight shinning through.

Sean: Las Vegas, NeVADA!

The crowd cries out as Sean continues watching the ring. He looks thoughtfully somber as he continues.

Sean: A few weeks ago I was out here in a battle that will be remembered until the end of time. No one will be able to think of The Man they call Ferguson without thinking about the other night, the night that I climbed the EWCTron. The night that I once again became Hardcore Champion, the night that my ex-wife once again interfered with my life. If you paid close enough attention to some of my promos over the past couple of months, you probably would have caught a few glimpses of her. We were spending some time together, trying to work things out until the other night…happened. Until I found out that Saul Weisz, and she, and…he…were all in business with each other, to unleash an unholy alliance hellbent on cleansing EWC of the likes of people with true talent, true drive, a real sense of what professional wrestling should be. How things work out here and backstage. They wanted things their way, and if not, well then, goddammit, “we’ll do whatever we like to get rid of you!”

Sean looks up at the top of the EWCTron and shakes his head solemnly.

Sean: I’m not going to come out here and pretend like I don’t somehow feel responsible. I can’t, no, I won’t come out here and talk to you like I didn’t have some sort of hand in the tragedy…and it is a tragedy. Even though his mind, his ideas were in the wrong place, his attitude sucked, he was talented. No one can deny how talented he was, but no one can deny that despite the kind of person that he was, that he didn’t deserve what happened. To watch the ground rushing up at you like that, waiting for it all to come crashing up at you…

Sean looks up at the entrance as the crowd starts to purr with anticipation. Sinbad has parted the curtains and has started walking down toward the ring. Sean takes a few steps allowing Sinbad the room to enter the ring. The crowd titters with excitement as the two men address each other with their eyes.

Sinbad: I thought I made it clear before the show that we weren’t going to acknowledge any of what happened the other night.

Sean: And I thought I made it clear, that anyone in a suit is to be regarded as merely a public relations goon, a mouthpiece, to simply be heard, and ever-so quickly forgotten. You’re simply here to make sure things run smoothly, NOT to run anything. WE run this shit!

Sinbad: See now Sean, that’s where we both differ and agree in opinion. We differ in that I’m just some guy that talks and talks, and that you run things. But where we agree is that this…Brawl…is shit.

Sean goes to start talking until he realizes Sinbad just called Brawl a shit show. His hand drops to his side and he walks up and gets in Sinbad’s face. Sinbad doesn’t stutter or let up one bit.

Sinbad: Brawl has so much potential, you…you have so much potential, but its crap like coming out here and whining like some little girl about how your ex whipped your ass, how that other guy dropped like a rock, how the last General Manager failed in everything that he did…all of the complaining that has turned Brawl into a show full of girls. For the love of God, take your nonsense and go to Doctor Phil!

Sean’s eyebrow slowly rises as he nods, goading Sinbad to keep on talking.

Sinbad: From here on out, I will run Brawl the way that I want. I was hired to take this show over and once again make it the show that it should be. Eons above Rampage, not the gunk on Rampage’s shoe that it is now.

Sean starts to tip his head from side to side, cracking his neck. He takes a step back and swings, trying to slam his microphone in Sinbad’s head.

Sinbad: --to make you p***y champions responsible for the belts that you carry, to actually bring pride back to that very belt that you carry right there!

Sean stops before he hits Sinbad. He’s in shock, everything has gone slack in his body, as if Sinbad reached into the very core of his being and chewed Sean’s soul apart. Sinbad pretends to look sympathetic as he steps back up into Sean’s face.

Sinbad: Aww, what’s the matter there, big guy? Did I hurt your feelings? Did I bruise your ego? Well listen and listen good, maggot. You are the Hardcore Champion of EWC’s Monday Night Brawl. Wash off the rouge Sally, grab yourself like you’ve got a set, and try to remember way back when to what it was like to be a champion for the first time. The war you had to battle every week to stay a champion, the turmoil, and eventually the heartache when you lost your belt. I want you to remember all of that one last time, because from here on out, all of that will mean nothing. I’m turning the volume up to eleven on this show, and if you aren’t going to be a solution…not that you’ve proven to anyone that you know what “solution” means, then I highly recommend you find Saint’s phone number and start giving him head over the phone.

Sean: I am a two time Hardcore and International Champion. I was a part of one of the best tag team champions the world has ever known. I’ve been in this business for a very long time, and for that length of time have been in the top rankings for more than 90% of my career. I provide results time and again, with the consistency of the second hand on a watch. And if you, or anyone in the back has a problem with me or my career, then I recommend you take your microphone…

Sean presses the microphone up to Sinbad’s mouth.

Sean: Start talking about a challenge…

Sean points at the stage area.

Sean: Or YOU can fucking WALK!

Sinbad nods at this and turns to leave. Before he climbs through the ropes, Sean wails him in the face with the Hardcore Belt. Sinbad collapses to the apron and Sean hops out of the ring. He leans over Sinbad and starts yelling in his face.

Sean: Welcome to Brawl! And welcome to the long line of management that I’ve erased time and again!

Sean turns to walk up the aisle with his belt raised over his head. The crowd cheers and the show fades to commercial.

Skippy: OH MY GOD - HE JUST ATTACKED OUT GENERAL MANAGER!

Aiello: Ferg is in the shit now ...

Skippy: What the hell will happen now?

Aiello: Who cares? Next up is Hysteria Vs Noah Rodgers, and that will be happening right after this commercial break!

Commercial hyping the next episode of Lost

Vagisil Commercial

Gillette Commercial

Brawl comes back on air and a video clip showing Carano winning his match is shown.

Skippy: Welcome back.

Aiello: So, what’s the deal with Noah Rodgers? I mean, he was a member on Team Brawl at the Memphis Reigns Supershow, and now he’s lingering at the bottom of the card this week. What’s that all about?

Skippy: Well, many people thought that he didn’t deserve to be there in the first place, but in fairness, Rodgers has shown great integrity in his response. Here are a few words he had to say to Sindy Venus - the newest member on our Monday Night Brawl interviewing team.

The Xtreme Tron shows Noah Rodgers dressed ready for battle and being interviewed by a short, slim and attractive brunette woman.

Sindy: So Noah, what are your reactions to some of the comments that have been said about you during the last week or so?

Noah: Well Sindy … I can call you Sindy can’t I?

Sindy: Erm, yes … I mean that is my name.

Noah: Wow, what a coincidence - I actually had no idea who the hell you were, and just threw a random name out there - but hey, it must be fate right?

Sindy smiles.

Sindy: I guess so.

Noah: Of course it is! Anyway, now I know there’s been a lot of stuff said about me as of late, and blah, blah, blah, but really - the guys have just got to learn to chill the hell out!

I am what I am, and I actually enjoy going with the flow and rolling with the punches. What happened last week can stay in last week, because tonight I go out there and prove to the World that I am a genuine contender here on Brawl, and that people better start remembering the name Noah Rodgers!”

He kisses Sindy on the hand, winks at the screen, and heads toward the ring area.

"Before I Forget" by Slipknot blasts from the in house PA system, and Noah Rodgers stands at the top of the entrance ramp. He lifts both his fists into the air and brings them quickly down to his sides as the pyro goes off. He then makes his way to the ring. The crowd give a few cheers as he slaps the hands of his fans before entering the ring.

Mene Gene: And his opponent, hailing from Pennsylvania ... HYSTERIA!!!!

"Roar" from Cloverfield begins to sound as the arenas lights dim, As the orchestra strengthens, The lights flicker red, purple and green. An illusion fills the ramp of a man reaching out to the world. Suddenly a man with face painting appears from behind the curtains. A messed up smile is painted on his face. He walks to the ring with no disregard for any of the crowd as they look in awe. He slides into the ring and starts eying up Rodgers. Rodgers smirks, slaps his arms, and gets ready for the bell.

The match starts. Hysteria goes after Noah but gets taken down with a hip-toss. He jumps up, runs at Noah again, but gets dropped with another hip toss. After getting frustrated, he thumbs the eye of Noah, and starts raining in some shots. Noah fights out of it, pushes him off into the ropes and hits a back body drop.

Skippy: Rodgers looking pretty impressive here.

Aiello: Well he's promised he's changed, so we'll just have to see.

Noah, feeling it now, hits Hysteria with a scoop slam. Hysteria pops up, but falls to another scoop slam. Noah goes to the top rope, he dives off for a big splash, but hysteria moves. Noah crashes and burns, but begins climbing to his feet, only to nearly get cut in half by a brutal spear by Hysteria. Hysteria tries to pin but doesn’t even get a count. He pulls Noah to his feet and sends him into the ropes Noah ducks on the exchange, and hits a back elbow, sending Hysteria to the mat. He begins measuring Hysteria. He picks him up, and drops him with the Colour Crush. He goes for a pin.

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Mene Gene: Your winner ... Noah Rodgers!

Skippy: A dominating display from Rodgers there!

Aiello: Hopefully this is a sign of things to come from a guy that's full of potential.

Noah Celebrates as Brawl goes to a commercial.

Guinness Commercial

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Skippy: Welcome back once again!

Aiello: Can’t you think of something a little more original to say than that?

Skippy: What do you mean?

Aiello: Well Einstein, you say the same thing every time we come back from a commercial.

Skippy: Like what?

Aiello: Well I don’t know, but come on - it’s getting really old and boring now.

Skippy: I hate you so much.

Aiello: The feeling’s more than mutual freakazoid. Anyway, enough of your ramblings - this next match is a Main Event in anyone’s books!

Skippy: Well at least you’ve said one thing that’s right! Let’s watch some clips of these guys in action.

A video package plays. “Cochise” by Audioslave plays in the background, and the clip shows both Orsome and Jay Cee’s best bits in the EWC. It gets more and more brutal as it goes on, and ends showing Orsome holding the International title, and Jay Cee returning triumphantly to the EWC.

Skippy: Powerful stuff there! Here’s Mene Gene with the official announcement.

Mene Gene: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it will determine who will be the new Number One Contender for the International title. Introducing first - he hails from San Diego, California. Standing at 6’1 and weighing in at 240lbs … JOEY ORSOME!

The hard hitting guitar riffs hit in as all goes black and then with the screamed words "Yeah" Joey jumps out from the curtain, as red pyro and fireworks blast off into the air. He raises his arms as the chorus "Even through the darkest days, this fire burns always" he jumps down the ramp as more pyro blast off down the side of the ramp.

The crowd boo him loudly as he strolls arrogantly down the ramp, he mocks the crowd as he stands in the ring and pulls his pose in the center as the crowd again boo him.

Mene Gene: And introducing his opponent. He hails from Devon England, THE “ELITE” JJJJJAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY CCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva begins to play and Jay walks down the ramp. He walks up the ring side steps and along the apron and stands on the second rope and holds up both arms, He then jumps over the top rope and stares straight at Orsome.

The bell goes and both men lock up. They start measuring each other up with small, testing blows, but neither man gains the advantage. Suddenly, Orsome swings widely, and Jay quickly ducks and rolls Orsome into a School Boy pin. He throws his feet up on the ropes as the ref counts

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Mene Gene: Your winner ... Jay Cee!

Skippy: I don’t believe what I’ve just seen!

Aiello: I know - that’s the oldest trick in the book!

Orsome is furious at the ref and pushes him. Jay has had enough of this and hits Orsome with a running bulldog. He then sprints toward the top rope and hit’s the J - Sault! Orsome shudders on the mat as Jay quickly gets to his feet. He looks at Orsome with pure hatred, picks him up, and hits him with the Elitemination. He then climbs the top turnbuckle, and launches into a MASSIVE Moonsault. He goes to the edge of the ring and motions for a mic.

Jay: “If this is the best that the International title division has to offer then you can stick that belt right up it’s ass! I know Greeny is the champ, but I'd beat him even easier than I just beat Orsome!

Since I returned to the EWC, I have been biding my time, waiting to re earn my spot, because unlike Lance Fiennes, I AM the real deal, and I want there to be NO EXCUSES when I finally claim what is mine - and that is the EWC title! If that means that I have to whoop Orsome over, and over and over then so be it. It that means that I have to prove a point then so be it. Tonight I throw my name into the EWC title hat, and seeing as how actions speak louder than words, please allow me to prove I’m serious.”

With that he drops the mic on the floor and drags Orsome out of the ring. He grabs a chair and smashes it over Orsome’s head, busting him wide open in the process. He drags Orsome onto the announce table, picks him up, and hit yet another Elitemination - this one causing the table to collapse. He stands up and walks up the ramp, with an angry yet satisfied smirk on his face.

Skippy: Well Jay Cee certainly made a HUGE statement there!

Aiello: Maybe so, but I wish he hadn't had done it through our announcers table - these things don't come cheap you know!

Skippy: We’ll be right back with you - with a new announcers table hopefully, right after the ….

Aiello looks at him and laughs.

Skippy: Well, you get the picture. See you soon.

Brawl comes back on the air, and we see Xavier walk into Jay Cee’s locker room. Jay laughs, shakes his head, and sits back in his chair, stretches his legs, and put his arms behind his head.

Jay: Yes?

Xavier: So I guess you think that what you did tonight was clever then?

Jay: Well, yes, as a matter of fact I did.

Xavier: Look - I said at the start of the show that I’m not here for the limelight, so here’s how it’s gonna go down Jay pet.

Jay: Oh yeah, how’s that then matey?

With that, there’s a knock on the door. Xavier opens the door, and there stands Sinbad.

Sinbad: Not being funny guys, but I was going to come in here and say my piece, but I’ve been listening outside the door, and I can’t understand a fricking word that you English guys are saying, so Steve - this one’s on you.

Xavier closes the door and looks at Jay. Both men shrug, and Xavier carries on.

Xavier: Ok, back to the business at hand. You said you didn’t want the International title, well tough tit matey. The fact of the matter is that you signed a contract to go for the International title should you beat Orsome.

Jay: But I don’t want the worthless piece of tin.

Xavier: Not my problem. You either face John Green on next week’s Brawl for the International title or you get suspended - your choice.

Jay: You think you’re so clever don’t you Xavier? Well mate, we’ll see who has the last laugh when next week is been and gone shall we?

Xavier: I guess we will.

Xavier leaves the room and Jay stands up and slams the door in frustration. He looks really angry and frustrated, and then suddenly starts laughing. He shakes his head while laughing, and the clip ends.

Skippy: Wow - the Co GM really put his foot down there!

Aiello: He did? I didn’t understand a word he said …

Skippy: Oh please …. Anyway, what a HUGE match booked for next week!

Aiello: Yep, John Green vs Jay Cee … and it’s for the International title! But that’s next week. Up next we have TKO Vs The Rev!

Skippy: And I wonder what kind of mood he’s going to be after Gladiator’s shocking news earlier this week!

A clip shows Gladiator’s statement.

GLADIATOR: Ladies and gentlemen. It has been my honour and privilege to serve you all as the Real World Champion of EWC. I have fought all comers and proven my greatness. I have reintroduced the EWC to the fear that I once brought to the roster. I have enjoyed my time as Champion. But in life, all good things must come to an end. For instance, The A-Team marathon on last night came to an end. It could have gone on, but the show only lasted 5 seasons darn it. I tried to bring it back for a sixth, oh how I tried. But that stinkin' NBC strapped a restraining order on me, but I got the last laugh. I was the one who got Jonny Carson to retire. Sure, they replaced him with Jay Leno, but come on, who are we kidding here. Any questions?

Reporter #1: Gladiator, I thought you brought us here to make an announcement about your future in EWC.

GLADIATOR: Ah yes. Like I was saying all good things must come to an end. This is the case for my reign as Real World Champion.

Reporter #2: You mean North American Champion?

GLADIATOR: Whatever you want to call it. North American Champion, Real World Champion, it's the same thing. My point is this, I will soon be taking a leave of absence from the EWC. The time has come for me to explore some other options for my career.

Reporter #3: Such as?

GLADIATOR: I am here to announce today that I will be forming an exploratory committee to determine whether I should run for the President of the United States. So therefore, I am hereby surrendering my North American, and by North American I mean Real World Championship.

Reporter #4: Gladiator, for which party will you be seeking the nomination.

GLADIATOR: Partisan politics bores me so. I will be running under the banner of The Sedition. Our campaign slogan will be will be do as I say, or it's the guillotine for you.

Reporter#5: Will you select Tom Berenger to be your running mate as you did in the 2000 election.

GLADIATOR: First of all, Tom Berenger is currently behind bars serving time for the Crime of the Century. Second of all, I do not want to get ahead of myself. This is just an exploratory committee. For now all I will say is that I have enjoyed every moment of being the Real World Champion. For now, I will leave this title in the able hands of MNB GM Sinbad. I am sure he will come up with something to do with it as he sails the Seven Seas. But, before the rest of the teams in the Memphis Reigns Memorial cup think they are getting a get out of torture free card, my leave of absence will begin immediately AFTER the Supershow. Until next time friends keep fit and have fun.

Aiello: A BIG loss for Monday Night Brawl right there!

Skippy: You can say that again … but don’t!

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With that, all the lights in the arena go out except for a single spotlight shining near the entranceway. The words "Kneel before your leader" flash on the Xtreme-Tron as "The Imperial March" the theme from The Empire Strikes Back booms over the speakers throughout the arena. The Xtreme -Tron video now flashes to several clips of The Rev in action as he emerges from the entranceway. The fans boo as The Rev casually strolls down the aisle. The single spotlight follows him all the way to the ring. The Rev's publicist, Skippy Mohophosite #1, follows closely, blocking any garbage the fans choose to throw at The Rev. Stepping through the ropes, The Rev stands in the center of the ring with arms spread wide open. He grins as the fans boos have now become deafening, almost drowning out the music. All the lights now come back on in the arena and the music goes silent.

TKO’s music plays, and he jumps up and down at the top of the ring, and then heads for the ring, and slides under the bottom rope. The bell rings, the crowd go wild, and the match begins.

TKO sprints at The Rev and launches into a diving lariat, but narrowly misses as The Rev sidesteps him, and hits him hard in the back of his neck with a stiff elbow. TKO drops to his knees, and The Rev quickly keeps the momentum by grabbing TKO from behind, and raking his eyes. The ref warns Rev, but Rev simply smirks, and kicks him in the back of the head. The crowd boo loudly, so the Rev takes the opportunity to flip them off.

Skippy: Pure arrogance and disrespect there from the Sedition.

Aiello: And what, you expected anything less than that?[/b]

While The Rev is winding up the crowd, TKO manages to get to his feet and launch an attack of his own. He grabs The Rev by the head and starts slamming his head onto the turnbuckle. The crowd start counting with him as he smashes The Rev face first onto the turnbuckle. He picks the Rev up, lifts him up, and hits him with a stiff back body drop. He goes for the quick pin …

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Kick out by the Rev.

The Rev gets to his knees and starts begging. TKO walks over to him, and The Rev hits him with a finger to the eye, and then pulls TKO so that he crashes straight into the ref.

Skippy: The referee is out cold!

Aiello: The Rev is looking up the ramp and seems to be signalling for someone …

Skippy: IT’S THE GLADIATOR! What’s he doing here - I thought he was leaving straight after the Supershow?

Aiello: Well, you thought wrong, because here he is!

Gladiator runs to the ring and both he and the Rev beat down TKO. Gladiator leaves the ring and throws in two chairs as The Rev keeps beating down TKO. They both get a chair each, and just keep hitting, and hitting, and hitting TKO. The crowd are going berserk as the onslaught just doesn’t seem to be ending. The Rev picks a bloodied and bruised TKO up of the mat and holds him from behind. Gladiator swings his chair and it smashes over TKO’s head. They then put TKO on the top rope, and Gladiator hit’s The Revelation! Gladiator drags the ref over as The Rev covers TKO. Gladiator grabs the refs hand and slams it onto the mat

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3!

Security and the medical team run to the ring as The Sedition climb the turnbuckles and raise their hands in the air in victory. They both point and laugh at the motionless and broken TKO as they make their way to the top of the ramp.

Skippy: Disturbing and horrifying scenes here tonight ladies and gentlemen.

Aiello: I know Gladiator wanted a send off, but that’s just taking things to far. NO ONE deserves a beating like that.

Skippy: And it must have been bad if you said something like that!

Skippy is cut off as The Rev grabs a mic and applauds Gladiator as he waves to the crowd and then walks backstage.

The Rev: Tonight, we the Sedition put paid to a false pretender to the throne for the REAL World title. Gladiator is officially gone … starting from … NOW!

Now you all may be wondering why we did that to TKO, but you are all WAY to small minded and stupid to understand the reasoning’s of two supreme intellectual beings and part time gynaecologists like Gladiator and myself, so let me put it to you in simple terms that even you Las Vegians can understand!

We at the Sedition believe that only the Sedition should possess the REAL World title, so we are going to systematically eliminate ALL of the competition for said title. Thank you all for listening.

His music plays, and he walks backstage as the medics continue to work on TKO and Brawl cuts to commercial.

Brawl comes back from commercial break.

Skippy: Ladies and gentlemen, and update on TKO’s physical health after that brutal beat down by the sedition. Our medical team have taken him straight to the nearest hospital. More news as we get it.

Aiello: I think that the Sedition may have gone to far tonight.

All of a sudden, the lights dim in the arena, and the opening bars of Reel Big Fish's "Beer" begins to blast over the loudspeaker. The audience goes apeshit.

Skippy: I don't believe it!

Aiello: The rumours couldn't have been true!

Spotlights are circling the arena, and a huge pyrotechnic display is going on. This continues for almost half a minute, yet no one makes their way out to the stage. A "We Want Moses" chant starts to break out. The spotlights then slowly begin to fade away, the pyro die out, and the music slowly starts to slow down; almost as if it was being played on a broken record player. The music stops, and all the lights go out in the arena. Then, a video begins to play on the Xtreme - Tron.

Skippy: What the hell is going on now?

The footage looks like it's being filmed on a camcorder. The scene that is shown is that of a small, modest living room. A leather recliner faces a large, wall-mounted LCD television. A man sits in the chair, and there's no mistaking his large head. It's none other than Moses Lake, and this appears to be his home.

Completely unaware that he is being filmed, Moses is flipping through the channels. My Dad is Better than Your Dad; South Park; music videos; a basketball game. Moses eventually stops on SportsCenter. The reason he stops is because his picture is on the screen. Moses leans forward and turns up the volume.

Sports Anchor: And from the world of wrestling; the Extreme Wrestling Corporation is live to air tonight with Monday Night Brawl. Rumours has it that former EwC Champion Moses Lake is going to be making an appearance tonight. Brawl has been going through tough times in the past-

Moses doesn't bother listening to the rest of the report. He fumbles with his remote to change the channel to Monday Night Brawl. Then, Moses can now see what we've been watching all along.

Aiello: Is this live?

Moses slowly turns his head and faces the camera. His expression is one of shock and anger.

Moses- What the hell are you doing here?

The camera then drops. Footsteps, followed by a large crash can be heard, but cannot be seen since the camera is now facing the other way. Some more shouting, followed by a loud thud. The camera then picks up Moses falling face first onto the ground. He's out cold. Then, after a long moment, he is slowly dragged off screen.

Brawl then cuts to commercial.

Commercial for X - Box 360

Commercial for World of Warcraft

Commercial for Vagisil - again

Brawl comes back from commercial and shows some weird footage from the parking lot:

Two security guards, dressed in black suites carry luggage. From a large white limo, Level-One appears. Level-One wears a FORCE black sweater, with the hood over his head. He steps out and smirks before walking into the arena. Level-One gets checked into the building by security before walking a short distance into a small hallway. Once there, Level-One reaches into his sports bag.

Level-One: Are you guys ready?

The two security guards look over at each-other before smiling. They take off there jackets to the suits, while Level-One tosses them both a can of spray paint.

Level-One: You know what you have to do. Now get to it!

They nod, and quickly sprint off leaving Level-One alone with the cameras. Level-One smirks, before taking a deep sigh of relieve. He leans against the wall, and crosses his arms.

Level-One: You know, I’ve been invited by GM Sinbad tonight to promote my match with Sean Ferguson that will be held on next week on brawl. Mac, has scrapped Sean’s request of his ‘’Seven level’s of pane match’’ for whatever reason. Mac, and his goon’s have been quiet on why, but I suppose it was to keep Sean Ferguson off the injury list heading into strangle mania. I mean, the last thing Brawl wants it to have is lose out on there show opener, in which Sean is likely to wrestle in at Strangle Mania. I don’t blame him…The show, really does need him.

However, EwC management sees fit that the challenge continues---and that the match happens. Out of his league really, but I suppose its brawl’s last chance on making…an impact. I mean, how big it would be if Sean Ferguson beat Rampage’s top contender for the world heavyweight championship? Unfortunately, that question will not be raised simply because, I’m not going to lose.

Anyhow, I’ve appeared on brawl of the sole purposes of stirring things up. The thing is however, you can stir the drink all you want---It’s still going to taste like shit. In other words, I’ll pretend Sean Ferguson actually has enough talent in his body to beat me---for the sole purpose of pleasing you, idiots watching at home.

I however, didn’t just to come to stir the drink that is brawl. I’ve came to shake it, let the contents build up and explode like coke in a can. So, I had a few of my entourage of sorts to give Sean Ferguson’s locker room a little make over. I---

The two men come rushing down the hallway, gasping for air.

LO: What the hell is wrong!?

Two Men: He’s after us!

The two men, run off leaving Level-One behind. Level-One turns around to see Sinbad, standing pounding his fist.

LO: …Shit, they must have got the wrong door!

Level-One, takes off with Sinbad running after him.

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Meanwhile, in Ferguson and Team CoJack's locker room ...

Jackson: So you’re saying it’s full of singing penguins?

Corral: Hell yeah! Well, most of them sing, but this one penguin can’t sing, but he has weird feet and starts tap dancing.

Jackson: penguins that sing and tap dance? Dude - you high again?

Corral: Hell no, I’m just telling you about the movie I saw last night!

Jackson: Ok, so I’m never gonna watch that weird ass film about disabled animals in my life, so what’s it called so that I can avoid it like a Joey Orsome match?

Corral: It’s called Happy Feet …

With that, Sean Ferguson gets up form his chair and pushes Mike Corral.

Ferguson: What the hell did you say about Happy Pete?

Jackson starts laughing and leaves the room. Corral looks upset and picks up his title and then pushes Ferguson back.

Corral: I said Happy Feet you idiot, not Happy Pete! What the hell is a Happy Pete when it’s at home anyway?

Ferguson: Happy Pete just so happens to be one of the greatest wrestlers to have ever held that title that you are corrupting! Him and me were a big deal a few years ago around these parts, so show some damn respect for your betters.

Corral: You think you’re better than me grand dad? Listen, neither you nor Happy Pete could ever hang with me and Jacko in the ring!

Ferguson: Kid, don’t make me laugh. The B Team REINVENTED the tag division, and if it wasn’t for us then that belt of your would have been lost in the EWC forgotten relics years ago. And anyway, I don’t need Pete to teach you some respect.

Corral: Oh really? Well how about after this match we go and see Sinbad and see if he can hook us up one on one?

Ferguson: Fine with me, but be careful. what you wish for.

...............

Skippy: What the hell is going on tonight?

Aiello: Well, maybe, Level-One wasn’t welcome on brawl all along? And as for Corral and Ferguson … hell, I’d LOVE to see that one!

Skippy: Me to, but let’s worry about that at a later date, because here comes the Main Event!

The lights in the arena die out as a single voice is heard over the PA system.

“I got a feeling there’s going to be a riot….”

The lights in the arena change to blue and white as the sound of breaking glass cracks its way through the speaker system. “Six Days” by DJ Shadow and Mos Def begins to play as smoke slowly rises in the entrance stage. The catchy drum beat chimes in, with a bit of turntable scratching to add into the mix.

Mene Gene: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 498 pounds. They are the current TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! Team CO-JACK!!!!!!!!!

Several pyrotechnics go off and out walks Mike Corral & Jamal Jackson EwC Tag Team Title’s in hand. Mike looks out into the crowd before raising his title in the air as pyro goes off behind him, then Jamal Jackson points towards the ring. Jamal Jackson follows behind Mike who slowly walks down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. As Mike gets to ringside, he looks inside the ring before sliding underneath the bottom ropes.

The crunchy guitars of "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson start out and the curtains part just in time for Sean "The Man" Ferguson to burst out onto the stage. The fans in the arena explode, cheering their hero as Sean jogs down the ramp with the hardcore title around his waist. He stops at ringside and watches the inside of the ring before looking at the fans.

Mene Gene: Introducing there Tag team partner! Weighing in at 243 pounds! He is the CURRENT EwC HARDCORE CHAMPION…HE IS SEAN ‘’THE MAN’’ FERGUSON!!!!

Footage of Ferguson inside and outside the ring flicker amongst red, white, and blue lights in the arena. Sean leaps up onto the apron of the ring before climbing through the ropes, climbing each turnbuckle and saluting the fans that have come to see him. He flips the bird to Corral and Corral lifts his Tag title high in the air in response.

Mene Gene: Now introducing there opponents. Introducing first, from Kerry Ireland weighing in at 201 pounds! He is Illusion!!!!!!!!!

“I am an Illusion" Rob Thomas hits the PA system and the crowd begin to cheer. After a few moments Illusion appears from behind the curtain. Illusion stands at the top of the ramp and flashes his award-winning smile at the crowd. He looks left, winks, puts up his hand and raises his index finger. Silver pyro explode stage left. He repeats this to the right side then walks down the ramp. Illusion walks up the steps and enters the ring. He stands in the middle and one more time flashes his award-winning smile as the music fades out.

“I Walk Alone” by Saliva hits the P.A. system and the crowd gets on their feet as Green walks from behind the curtain. Green stands at the beginning of the ramp as he looks at the crowd with a smile on his face, And then poses with his International Championship.

Mene Gene: Introducing his tag team partner, from Atlanta Georgia. Weighing in at 265 pounds! He is the CURRENT INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! He is…JOHN GREEN!!!

Green starts to walk down the ramp slapping the hands of fans while raising his International title in the air. John gets inside the ring and goes to a turn buckle and does his Signature pose while raising his title in one hand. He then jumps off the turnbuckle and goes to another turnbuckle. The crowd gets on their feet again as he poses on the turnbuckle with his championship. He jumps off. Green has a big smile on his face as he walks up and around the ring.

Mene Gene: Introducing there tag team partner! From Mobile Alabama! Weighing in at 321 pounds! He is the CURRENT EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION! HE IS JAMES ‘’THE BEST’’ CHAMBERS!!!!!!!!!!

"Gossip" by Lil Wayne hits as James appears on the ramp his manager Rusty and his Uncle Matthew in tow. The Beast walks to the ring, slapping fives, as he approaches the ring. He climbs through the ropes, climbs to the second rope, and raises his arms again, much to the delight of the crowd. He then leaps onto the second turnbuckle, and raises the EwC title high above his head He takes off his "Beast Season" t-shirt and throws it into the crowd, as he hops down from the rope and gets ready for the match.

Both teams, huddle near the turn-buckle plotting there game plans in which they hope lead them to victory. In one corner team Co-Jack & Sean Ferguson are arguing on who should start off the match. On the other end, Illusion insists that he should be the one to start it off, as James Chambers backs away and shrugs his shoulders with Green not having much objection to the brewing situation. Sean Ferguson shoves team Co-Jack aside, and claims his place to start off the match as team Co-Jack watches on, with slight anger. The ref calls for the ring of the bell, and the match begins.

Skippy: The tension between both teams, I can feel it from here!

Aiello: I wonder if they can feel the tension between us.

Illusion & Sean lock up in a tight grapple. Sean Ferguson forces Illusion back against the ropes, as the ref gets between and breaks it up. As he does, Sean shoves him aside and gets a knee up into Illusions stomach which has him doubling over. Sean Ferguson than proceeds to nail clubbing blows into the back of Illusion, before lifting him up and powering him down with a body slam.

Sean Ferguson grabs Illusion by his arm, pulling him in for a stiff clothesline. Sean Ferguson follows the same process up, but this time tosses Illusion into the turn-buckle where Team Co-Jack surrounds him like pack of wolves. Jackson sneaks a quick, right hand into the face of Illusion before Ferguson begins to lay shoulders into the stomach of Illusion.

Skippy: Sean Ferguson is going to town on Illusion here.

Aiello: And just like that punk kid Mike Corral, Illusion should learn some damn respect!

Sean Ferguson grabs Illusion by the back of his head tauntingly before pretending to reach for a tag. Sean Ferguson laughs at Jamal, whose feeling slighted before lifting Illusion onto the top rope. Sean hooks the neck of Illusion, before taunting to the crowd for a top rope DDT.

Illusion however shoves Sean away, and balances his way onto the turn-buckle in a seated position. Sean shakes off the shove, and rushes back to attack Illusion but is kicked across the in the face sending Sean back groggily. Mike Corral tries to take Illusion down but eats a hard right hand sending Mike off the apron. Jackson, does the same from behind, and eats an elbow to the face. Illusion springs up on the turn-buckle and hits a flying clothesline on Sean Ferguson! Both men are down

Skippy: Illusion, showed some life there. What a move!

Aiello: Life!? Life!? Sean’s going to kill him when he gets up, just wait!

Illusion crawls to his team, as does Sean Ferguson. Illusion gets to his team and tag’s in John Green who eagerly gets into the ring while Sean Ferguson notices Jamal & Mike are nowhere to be found, as they’re still reeling from Illusion’s offence. Sean Ferguson is aggravated, and slowly makes it back to his feet only to be nailed with a high knee to the face by John Green.

John Green wraps his arms, around Sean’s neck and wrenches a head-lock. Green wrenches the hold, for a half-minute before Sean Ferguson begins to show life. Sean gets to his knees, and than to a vertical base. Sean Ferguson hits a few more elbows to break the grip of Green’s headlock. Sean Ferguson flies off the ropes, only to have his clothesline ducked, with Green hitting one of his own.

Skippy: Sean Ferguson looked to have mounted a comeback there!

John Green mocks Sean by throwing his hands in-front of his waist in mockery of John Green’s title victory over Sean. John Green, lifts Ferguson up and plants him with a Suplex following up with a pin.

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Sean powers his shoulder up. Green grows aggravated, and picks up Sean once again. Green whips Sean into the ropes, before kicking him down low. Green throws up his hands in a signalling his initials ‘’JG’’ to the crowd, before setting up for the head-splitter (Pedigree). Sean however, tosses John Green over his shoulder. Sean Ferguson stumbles around dizzy, before looking over to his team-mates nodding his head in disappointment towards them.

Skippy: What the hell is wrong with Sean Ferguson? Why won’t he make the tag?

Aiello: Because he‘s making a statement to Corral more than anything. He’s trying to prove that he is the bigger superstar out of the three of them.

Sean turns around, to John Green coming at him with a clothesline. Sean Ferguson ducks the clothesline, and goes for an Irish whip in which is reversed by Green out powering Ferguson. Ferguson hits the turn-buckle, and Jamal Jackson tags himself in.

Jamal is in, and slips behind John Green hitting a German Suplex. Jamal Jackson, quickly grabs hold of John Green’s legs before turning him around and locking in a sharp-shooter! Sean Ferguson steps out of the corner turn-buckle and approaches Jamal Jackson.

Skippy: Green looks to be giving in, Green looks like he’s going to tap!

Green is screaming in pain, as…


His hand hits the mat!!!


Two time his hand hits the mat!!!


GREEN TAPS OUT! But the ref is occupied with Sean Ferguson ordering him out the ring! Jamal Jackson grows angered and let’s go of the hold. Sean Ferguson & Jamal Jackson share a war of words, as Sean Ferguson listens to the ref’s order and exists the ring. John Green, has rolled to his corner and has tagged James Chambers in.

Skippy: The champ is in, Jamal is in a dangerous spot!

Aiello: Well, Chambers isn’t a stuffed animal…He’s too big and ugly.

Jamal turns around, only to be lifted of the ground and slammed down to the mat with a HUGE spine buster than rattles the ring. Mike Corral slips through the ropes, and yells at Chambers who just points back at Mike Corral as if to hold him at bay.

Chambers grabs Jamal by the head, and floors him with a gorilla press slam. Chambers drops an elbow over the chest, for a pin-fall.

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Broken up by Mike Corral. The ref orders Mike Corral out the ring, as he reluctantly follows the ref’s call. Chambers stomps to his turn-buckle, waiting for Jamal Jackson to rise to his feet. Jamal soon does, and Chambers is interrupted by Illusion who self tags himself, into the match. This gives Jamal Jackson, time to make the tag to Mike Corral!

Styles: What is that stupid kid trying to do? He’s going to lose the match for his team!

James Chambers & Illusion lock eyes, while Mike Corral rolls up Illusion to the ref’s surprise!

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Illusion kicks out!

Aiello: Close call!

Styles: That kid is a glory hogging, brat! He’s going to lose it for his team, if he continues this way!

Illusion gets to his feet quickly, as Mike Corral hits a quick and swift GamenGirl (Enzurgiri) Illusion is shaken, and Mike Corral follows the assault with the ‘’Heaven Sent’’ which sends Illusion to the mat grabbing his back in pain. Mike Corral taunts to the crowd before executing a base ball slide to the feet of Green taking him off the apron. Mike than slips behind Chambers and grabs his foot from underneath him sending the big man’s face against the ring apron.

Skippy: Mike Corral is quickly, cleaning house here!

Aiello: Alright, the kid’s fast…But stupid. He should be focusing on the legal man!

Mike Corral rolls in the ring, only to be spun around by Illusion. Illusion reels him in for the Slight of Hand (Twist of fate) but Mike Corral is able to shove Illusion away, and hit him with a drop-kick which sends him over the ropes to the out-side of the ring.

Mike Corral tag’s in Jamal Jackson, in which Sean Ferguson self tag’s himself in very quickly. All three men are in the ring, as Team Co-Jack argues with the lone wolf Sean Ferguson. Ferguson, yells at his team mates to keep focused. Sean points to the out-side of the ring, where Chambers, Illusion and John Green are slowly making it to there feet. Sean Ferguson points to the out-side of the ring, as the crowd cheers.

Skippy: …Sean Ferguson’s got something on his mind…He’s going to fly!!!

All three men, charge towards the ropes! Mike Corral hits a flipping senton over the top rope, as Jamal Jackson follows that up with a flying cross body. Sean Ferguson however, put the breaks on his attack and laughs at the wreckage that fills the out-side of the ring.

Skippy: I’m glad to see Sean Ferguson is a team player.

Aiello: Whatever cry baby. I think, someone better re-range the alphabet because Sean Ferguson spells T-E-A-M!!!

James Chambers is the first one up, as he rolls under the bottom rope. Sean Ferguson notices this, and immediately begins to mount an attack. But to no avail, Chambers shoves Sean back into the ropes. Sean Ferguson locks in the Jaws of Death, but Chambers powers out of it by throwing him over his shoulder. Chambers stomps around the ring, and grabs onto the ropes shaking them hyping up the crowd.

Skippy: This could be it!

Sean Ferguson is nearly taken out of his boots by the Krunch! Chambers than advances to the top rope, as it looks like he’s going for the Earth Quake. Mike Corral springs up off the ropes hitting a top rope hurricanrana!!! Chambers flies through the air, and lands on top of Sean Ferguson crushing his chest!

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No! Mike Corral breaks up the count!

Aiello: That’s what happens when you try to get all fancy, he almost cost Sean Ferguson the victory there!

Mike Corral turns around only to be kicked down low, and set up for the head splitter (Pedigree) but Jamal Jackson rolls in the ring and hits a Rock star (RKO) on John Green! Jamal Jackson’s foot is grabbed, as Illusion springs up on the ropes thrusting Jamal’s neck against the ropes. Illusion rolls in, as Mike Corral springs up for a Pele Kick! But Illusion avoids it. Illusion hits the Slight of Hand on Jamal Jackson.

Mike Corral & Illusion battle back and forth with left and rights. Neither man, wanting to give an inch. Chambers is back to his feet, as he backs up against the rope and charges forward hitting the Krunch on both Mike Corral and his own tag-team partner Illusion, as all three men topple over the top rope and out side to the floor. Every man is down, as the crowd goes wild.

Crowd: EwC, EwC, EwC!

Skippy: This match has lost all order!

Aiello: Well, that’s what happens when you put 6 egomaniacs in the same damn match!

Being the legal men, both Corral and Illusion drag themselves back into the ring. They start punching each other back and forth, neither getting the advantage. While they continue to trade blows, Chambers grabs John Green and launches him into Jamal Jackson, and John Green clotheslines Jackson over the barrier and into the crowd. Chambers is distracted for a moment, and suddenly, Stray jumps from the crowd and hits Chambers square on the jaw with some brass knuckles!

Skippy: IT'S STRAY! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?

Aiello: HE'S KNOCKING THE CHAMP OUT THAT'S WHAT - GO STRAY!

Ferguson looks at Stray, shrugs, and slides into the ring. Stray picks up the steps near the ring, and slams it straight onto Chambers head, busting him wide open! Security grab Stray and drag him up the ramp, while backstage medical staff check on Chambers. Green and Jackson keep brawling amongst the crowds.

Ferguson climbs the ropes, and launches a flying top rope Spear at Illusion, but Illusion moves and Ferguson hits Corral instead. Ferguson gets up, looks at Corral and laughs.

Skippy: What’s going through Ferguson’s mind here?

Ferguson picks Corral up and hits him with the Jaws of Death, and motions for Illusion to pin him. Illusion looks on shocked, but does it. The ref counts

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3 ….!

Mene Gene: the Winners of the match … James Chambers, Illusion and John Green!

Sean Ferguson drags Illusion off of Corral and throws him out of the ring, picks Corral up, and hits him with another Jaws of Death. He leaves the ring, grabs his Hardcore title, and walks up the ramp.

Skippy: What the hell just happened there? We had Stray attacking James Chambers, and Sean Ferguson taking the loss, just so that he could beat down Mike Corral?

Aiello: Ferguson was teaching the rookie a lesson! The punk deserved it!

Skippy: What will Xavier and Sinbad have to say about this?

The EMT’s put Chambers on a stretcher as Green and Jackson are split up by security, Illusion is checking on Chambers, and Corral is laid out in the middle of the ring as Brawl goes off the air.

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QUICK MATCH RESULTS
Mark Carrano defeats Jino and Jesse Hampton in a Triple Threat Match
Noah Rodgers defeats Hysteria
Jay Cee defeats Joey Orsome
The Rev defeats TKO
James Chambers, Illusion and John Green defeats Team CoJack (Corral and Jackson) and Sean Ferguson