MNB #427 - ST JOHNS

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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 427
JUNE 8th 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 MILE ONE CENTRE in St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada

EWC BRAWL
June 8th 2015
Live from the MILE ONE CENTRE in St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Head Ref: Earl Hebner
Backstage help: Ace Heart

"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 426.

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 MILE ONE CENTRE 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. Aiello begins to speak over the still playing Monday Night Brawl theme music.

Joe Aiello: Welcome to Monday Night Brawl, folks! Live from the Mile One Centre in St. Johns, Newfoundland and Labrador for the first time ever!

Jeremy Piven: Aren't those dog names, Joe?

Joe Aiello: I don't think that's too relevant right now, Jeremy. We've got way too much to attend to tonight with Night of Champions just on the horizon now! In fact it looks as if Jessica Stroup while begin the show with some news for us.

The feed cuts to the the fans cheering as they pump their fists, rallying behind the Monday Night Brawl theme music. As the camera pans back and forth, we see some of the lucky few in attendance. Each one is fully in the moment!

The Feed then pans to the ring where we see Jessica Stroup. Dressed in a sparkling evening gown, she smiles as she raises the microphone to her lips to speak. The fans cheer upon seeing her.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen.. Put your hands together and welcome back, the EWC General Manager.. XPLODE!!!

The fans stand up and unleash a round of cheers and jeers, shaking the very arena to it's core as "The Enemy" by Godsmack begins to play! A smoke machine slowly emits a layer of fog as the lights dim to a dark crimson red glow! Stepping into view, dressed in a sharp suit, is Xplode.

The fans really let loose now, causing the camera feed to shake.

Looking around the arena, Xplode chews on a large piece of gum. His right arm is in a sling, tightly packed to his rib area. Walking down the rampway, Xplode stomps mid way and looks at the fans on each side of him. Various fans bow and offer their respect as he keeps a look of focus upon his face. Satisfied, he heads to the ring now and steps through the ropes.

Aiello: Here he is, our EWC General Manager! He seems to have dropped some weight since we last seen him. It looks like he is getting back in fighting shape!

Piven: And let his hair grow out too. I think we are seeing a big change in Xplode tonight. That may be a bad sign for President Mac and team EWC. I can't wait to hear what he has to say..

Xplode pauses a moment on the ring apron before stepping into the ring.

Once inside the ring, Xplode accepts a microphone as the fans continue to scream with excitement! Camera flashes flicker all around him, offering respect to the long time EWC superstar.

Aiello: Listen to these fans! They are really showing their respect for that man tonight! Welcome back, boss!

Fans (Chant): DES-TROY-ER! DES-TROY-ER!

Xplode nods his head in mutual respect as he waits for his chance to speak. Finally, the arena calms down and he gets that opportunity.

Xplode: Thank you.

The fans cheer one more time as Xplode gestures for silence.

Xplode: You know, sometimes it takes a whack to the head to make someone think about things. As most of you know, two weeks ago, I was attacked by Kurt Newman backstage. I have to admit, I sort of saw it coming but my ego may have got the better of me. Wearing a suit and tie every day, and driving out to sit behind a desk instead of standing in a wrestling ring changes a man's way of thinking. While I still believe that my veins flow with tiger blood and my soul is that of a warrior, I made the fatal mistake of letting my guard down. Newman saw this, and took advantage of that.

 I can assure you.. it will never happen again. 

Xplode paces the ring.

Xplode: I have either defeated the best in this industry in the ring, or scared them away during my career. Ask any promoter in the industry who their top three talents that they have experienced in their lifetimes, and I guarantee you that my name will come up each.. and every time. I have earned that right, and I am proud of it. Like me or not, you will still respect me. In the case of Kurt Newman, I felt I had nothing to prove due to my achievements.. but I was wrong. Somehow, I forgot that every day I pick my head from off of my pillow in the morning is another chance to be greater than I had the day before. I need to remain hungry.

Two weeks ago, Kurt Newman was hungrier than I was.

So.. no. I am not out here to challenge Newman or defend myself. I respect him far more than I had before. Newman showed me that he is willing to cross the damn line and reach out for the things that he believes in. He made an example out of me. So.. good for him.

I would like to offer a bit of advice to him, however. Kurt Newman has awakened the beast within me. I now remember the man that I am, and have found my way again. What took place between Newman and myself will NEVER happen again. I have 35 staples to remind me of that, running the length of my forearm. These marks of war will be very useful. You see, I am about to step in the ring and face a man whom most consider the greatest competitor in EWC history. This is not the first time that I have been in this position. Sure, there will be talk of how I have never won the EWC title but let me remind you all ahead of time as to who still has a money in the bank title opportunity in this ring. I have chosen to hold on to my title shot for just the right moment. I worked my ass off to get that shot, and I have waited an eternity to be in this position. Now.. time can wait for me to decide when it will happen.

Xplode walks around the ring for a time, looking off in the distance.

Xplode: My focus has instead been on the war between Mac and I. I watched, from the comforts of my hospital bed last week, as Mac ordered a cease fire. First and foremost, I would like to take this moment ad remind President Mac and whomever he puts in charge around here that he holds NO power of myself.. and the Coalition. We do what we want.. WHEN we want. Yet, as I listened to him, and thought about his words, I have to admit, I found myself agreeing with him. The EWC has been busted up pretty bad. The locker room is tired, bruised, and worn out to exhaustion. While I do believe that in order to build a new order, the old one has to come crumbling down.. this is not how I wanted to achieve that. Like it or not, I love the EWC and will fight until my last drop of blood has been spilled to defend it's name! THE EWC IS MY LIFE...

And so..

It is time for this war to come to an end. Two men will square off, in the Hell in a Cell, and they will decide the fate of the entire locker room. Shadow Man, the self proclaimed face of the EWC will once again make a joke of the industry and try to tap dance his ass through yet another EWC historic moment. To this point, he has faced men that were so caught up in Shadow Man's smoke and mirrors gimmick that they had already given up before the match had truly even started. Shadow Man's opponents have all had one thing in common.. They have feared him.

That won't happen with me.

You see, I don't buy into his little song and dance. When it comes to achievements in the EWC, he may have a longer rap sheet than I do but make no mistake about it, my legacy in this industry makes Shadow Man's life story look like something that should be aired on the Cartoon Network! I am the real deal, the predator of the EWC, and I take my match with Shadow Man very seriously. Once that bell has been rung, I will not be satisfied with a victory at Night of Champions... nothing short of breaking his back will suffice. Shadow Man will have to prove that he is more than a funny guy with a taco if he wants to put up a fight against me. This is what I am bringing to the ring in a few weeks... and this is how things will go down.

Xplode checks his watch as the fans start to get loud once more!

Xplode: One way or another.. the war will come to an end.

 The countdown to Night of Champions has begun. Another EWC legend will step in to the ring and face me, and another legend will fall. I am known around the world as the destroyer of worlds for a reason. At Night of Champions.. I will earn that damn name once again.

The fans cheer as Xplode's theme song kicks back on. Xplode remains in the ring as they show their respect!

Aiello: You heard it here, folks. Night of Champions is the final battleground! Xplode has accepted Shadow Man's stipulation for what will most certainly be one of the greatest matches of all time! We will be back after a word from our sponsor and get this show underway!

The feed slowly fades out as we see Xplode exiting the ring to a round of cheers!

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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HARDCORE WRESTLING RETURNS TO EWCTV & HBO THIS JULY!

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BACKSTAGE

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

Joe Aiello: "And now it's time for another historically-accurate vignette starring that immortal SOB we all hate."

This time, we travel back to the times of Jesus. People are selling clay pots, beggars beg, thieves steal, blind people continue to not see anything... all in all, life is good. Well, good, not great, I mean, they fuckin' stone and crucify you for looking at them cockeyed, but hey, at least there's no selfie-sticks, amirite?!?!

Anyway, some Roman soldiers are acting like dicks to some peasants because they owe taxes they can't possibly afford, when all of a sudden, Jesus and his Apostles show up to try to smooth things over. When it doesn't appear that the Romans are gonna play nice, Jesus takes off his shades and things... get... REAL.

The Apostles put the boots to some of the soldiers! The soldiers try to fight back, but are somehow ineffective considering they're SOLDIERS and they're fighting... guys...

One bold soldier backhands Jesus, just Jesus shakes his head, refusing to fight back, simply offering his other cheek. The soldier acquiesces and backhands him on the other side of his face. The soldier, pleased at Jesus' pacifism, takes liberties and tries to backhand Jesus again, only this time, Jesus catches the Roman by the forearm just in time.

He shakes his head and said, "Sorry, I just ran out of cheeks."

Then he uppercuts the soldier right out of his greaves! The Apostles cheer and take out the remainder of the troops. One escapes shouts like a bitch, "Just you wait until Cadaverous Maximus hears about this!"

Jesus and his pals laugh it up as they aid the erstwhile harassed peasants.

Not too long afterwards, Jesus and friends are walking down a dusty path, when Jesus' Jesus Senses sense something.

"My Jesus Senses sense something!" Jesus says, not adding anything to the conversation. "Satan is afoot- NO! Not Satan... someone... worse..."

And sure enough, the clouds in the sky darken, and the air grows dense and musty. A warm wind blows in, spewing fetid putrescence beyond the nostrils of The Bible's' top babyfaces. Okay, well, one turns heel, but that's a story for never.

A simple caravan comes into view, but there's nothing suspicious about that. It's who suddenly appears behind the passing caravan, someone who was never there before, that is cause for alarm!

"Cadaverous Maximus." Jesus says with disdain and narrowed eyes.

"Cadaverous Rankus Skeletronus Barbarus Supremus Maximus to YOU... BITCH!"

Aka Living Dead Karl, in case you've recently suffered some serious brain damage. And if you have, I'm sorry.

"You would exact revenge for your troops who were in the wrong, tormenting the poorest of the land?"

"Fu-fu-fuckin' RIGHTS I wouuuuuld, you hippie FUCK!" Cadaverous Maximus responds.

Judas has had enough of the effectively blasphemous way the undead legionnaire speaks of Christ. "Hold thine tongue, Father of Lies!!!"

And with that, Judas charges at the villainous herald of Caesar. Jesus tries to stop him, but Judas is just out of reach. Cadaverous Maximus yawns before setting his spear to charge, which gives him a bonus to strike charging foes.

SHANK. Judas is done.

Cadaverous Maximus pulls Judas' corpse off the spear, licking the blood off of it. He chuckles like a real fuckin' asshole.

Jesus and the remaining Apostles run up to Judas, and they're brought to tears.

"Oh, kuh-quit your cryin', you dirty, duuuuuhhh-dirty, uh... you little girls you! He was guh-gonna turn on you all ANYWAY!"

They don't respond, merely weeping uncontrollably.

Cadaverous Maximus gets tired of waiting, and shoos them off by swinging his spear at them as if they were rats.

"Get out! Get out!! Go back to Burning Man and bum th-the bo-bohemians there for change!"

The scurry away, and Cadaverous Maximus looks relieved, as he kneels over Judas' corpse... and starts to eat it! YOU knew that was coming!

The scene then mercifully comes to a gruesome end as the feed cuts back to Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven at ringside.

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MATCH 1
ION Vs BRANDON NYTRUS

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Joe Aiello: Welcome back, folks! We're diving right in to the action with Ion and Brandon Nytrus to kick us off here on Brawl.

Jeremy Piven: Can I just say that I'm starting to like this LDK guy? It's like a brand new short film every week with this guy.

Joe Aiello: If that's what you want to call them.

Jeremy Piven: It is. Anyways, Ion and Nytrus. Two guys that, if you ask me, need to show something here.

Joe Aiello: Well, Jeremy, I don't know if anyone was asking you.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen your first match of the evening will a be a Single’s Match, scheduled for one fall!

"Stricken" by Disturbed blasts throughout the arena as the crowd begins to boo. Brandon Nytrus comes through the curtain slowly and walks to the top of the ramp. He stops and looks up and around at the arena. He waits and takes it all in. He begins to walk to the ring at a slow pace. He stops for a moment in the middle of the ramp to bark at some fans then continues to the ring. He gets to the steps and slowly walks up them and stops in the center of the ropes. He puts his fists out to his side and screams out. The crowd now booing louder than ever. He enters the ring and walks slowly to the corner and hops up onto the second rope and sticks his fists out again. He screams louder and flexes as he puts his arms down.

Jessica Stroup: Standing in at six feet nine inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds, from South Boston, Massachusetts, ‘The Beast of The East’ Brandon Nytrus!!!

Aiello: Brandon Nytrus making his Monday Night Brawl debut tonight against Ion.

Piven: He had a very impressive dark match last week against Kreature and walked away victorious, lets see what he can do tonight.

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

129462659292661747450

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

Then basically at cue, the lights shut off in the arena as there are only lights from the fans phones in the crowd. The speculating crowd is wondering wha is going on and then suddenly, there is pyro that goes off across the stage from left to right.

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

Jessica Stroup: Standing in at six feet one inch tall, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, from Indianapolis, Indiana, ‘Creator of the Matrix’, Ion!!!

Aiello: Ion making his return to Monday Night Brawl, let’s see what he can do against this behemoth known as Brandon Nytus.

Piven: There is an eight inch height difference and fifty-seven pounds weight difference, it’s like David vs. Goliath.

Bell Rings: Brandon Nytrus charges out of the corner at the sound of the bell, but Ion rolls out of harm’s way as Nytrus hits the corner. Ion charges forward as Nytrus regains his senses and jumps up to the ropes and connects with a springboard back kick to the jaw of Nytrus. Nytrus staggers back but manages to stay on his feet as Ion hits the ropes and bounces back connecting with a running calf kick to the face of Nytrus. Nytrus staggers back once again, but still manages to stay on his feet. Ion charges off the ropes and connects with a spinning heel kick to the face of Nytrus taking the big man off of his feet. Ion bounces off the ropes and connects with a leg drop across the sternum of Nytrus down on the mat. Ion hooks his legs for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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but Nytrus easily pushes Ion off of him at the count of one. Ion makes his way back up to his feet and waits as Nyrtus slowly begins to sit up. Ion charges for the ropes and connects with a low dropkick to the face of Nytrus. Ion taunts the fans before making the cover as the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Nytrus easily pushes Ion off of him once again at the count of one.

Aiello: Ion has been all over Brandon Nytrus at the beginning of this matchup.

Piven: Ion is much smaller than the behemoth Brandon Nytrus and he’s doing what he has to do to stay in control of his opponent.

Ion guides Nytrus back up to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an irish whip. Nytrus bounces back as Ion charges forward looking for a clothesline, but Nytrus snatches him up with a bear hug and applies the pressure. Ion screams out before boxing the ears of Nytrus causing him to lose his grip. Ion lands on his feet and charges forward but Nyrtus snatches him out of the air once again planting him on the mat with a big spinebuster in the middle of the ring. Nyrtus makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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but Ion kicks out right at the count of one. Nyrtus grabs Ion down on the mat and pulls him back up to his feet before locking in a hammerlock. Nytrus applies the pressure before forcing Ion into the corner turnbuckle shoulder first. Nytrus connects with a knee strike to the midsection before ramming his shoulder deeper into the midsection of Ion. Nytrus continues the assault with a series of shoulder blocks into the midsection of Ion. Nytrus steps back and allows Ion to fall down to the mat. Nyrtus charges towards the ropes bouncing back and connecting with a leg drop across the back of Ion’s head down on the mat. Nytrus rolls Ion over and makes the cover,

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but still only gets a count of one.

Aiello: Brandon Nytrus showing Ion that he’s a force to be reckoned with here in the EWC.

Piven: He quickly turned things around, but Ion is lighter on his feet and there is no telling who holds the dominate advantage in this matchup.

Nytrus grabs Ion down on the mat and pulls the man back up to his feet before sending him to the ropes with an irish whip. Ion bounces back and Nytrus lifts him into the air high above his head. Nytrus shows off his strength to the fans by walking Ion around the ring with ease before dropping Ion across his shoulders. Nytrus points to the middle of the ring before he charges forward and drives Ion down to the mat with a running powerslam. Nytrus yells out to the crowd as they reign down with boo’s. Nytrus soaks in the boos from the crowd before he makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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but Ion kicks out after the count of one. Nytrus pulls Ion back up to his feet before charging towards the ropes and attempting a clothesline, but Ion catches him with a drop toe hold sending him face first into the mat. Ion pops back up to his feet and hits the ropes connecting with a low dropkick to the face of Nytrus. Ion climbs up to the second turnbuckle and waits as Nytrus slowly makes his way back up to his feet. Nytrus stands tall and shakes the cobwebs loose before turning to face Ion who flies out of the corner grabbing Nytrus by the head and drives him into the mat with a tornado ddt. Ion makes the cover as the ref gets down to make the count, 

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but Nytrus kicks out after the count of one.

Aiello: That was some nice back and forth action between Ion and Brandon Nytrus right there.

Piven: Ion is fast on his feet and when he countered the clothesline from Nytrus into a drop toe hold and quickly followed up with a low dropkick to the face, it was just beautiful.

Ion makes his way back up to his feet and over to the ropes climbing in between them and out onto the apron. Ion taunts the fans while he waits for Nytrus to makes his way back up to his feet. Nytrus stands tall as Ion jumps up to the top rope and leaps through the air connecting with a springboard front dropkick to the chest of Nytrus taking him down to the mat. Ion makes his way back up to his feet and sprints forward leaping through the air twisting and turning before connecting with a standing corkscrew shooting star press across the midsection of Nytrus down on the mat. Ion makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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but Nytrus kicks out before the count of two. Ion guides Nytrus back up to his feet and is instantly caught off guard as Nytrus fires a knife edge chop across the chest of Ion. Ion throws a right hand, but Nytrus blocks the attempt and fires another knife edge chop into the chest of Ion. Nytrus grabs Ion by the head before charging forward and taking him down to the mat with a bulldog. Nytrus makes his way back up to his feet and roars out to the crowd before hitting the ropes. Nytrus bounces back and takes Ion off his feet with a Big Boot to the face. Nytrus makes the quick cover as the ref gets down to make the count, 

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but Ion kicks out before the count of two.

Aiello: Did you see that Big Boot, he just nearly took Ion’s head off of his shoulders right there.

Piven: That was just devastating, but Ion showing he has heart by kicking out before the count of two.

Nytrus pulls Ion back up to his feet and backs him into the nearest corner before grabbing him by the head and sending him face first into the top turnbuckle. Nytrus bounces Ion’s head off of the turnbuckle half a dozen times before placing him throat first over the top tope. Nytrus pushes down on the back of Ion’s neck as the ref starts the count. Ion is red in the face as Nytrus releases the hold at the count of four. Ion leans against the corner as Nytrus charges forward and connects with a clothesline into the corner. Nytrus catches Ion before he can fall to the mat and guides him to the middle of the ring before throwing him up into the air and flat on his back with a standing back body drop. Nytrus makes the cover as the ref makes the count, 

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but Ion kicks out right at the count of two. Nytrus makes his way back up to his feet and waits as Ion slowly begins to sit up. Nytrus locks in a nerve hold on the shoulder of Ion as he immediately tries to fight out of it. Nytrus squeezes down with everything he has and applies the pressure by adding his other hand to the hold. Ion slowly makes his way back up to his feet and catches Nytrus with a back elbow to the rib cage, but Nytrus rams Ion in the head with a headbutt before throwing him into the nearest corner.

Aiello: Brandon Nytrus has been all over Ion just man handling him like he was a rag doll.

Piven: Nytrus also just hit that massive headbutt keeping Ion from being able to fight back.

Nytrus taunts the fans before pointing at Ion and charging across the ring. Nytrus attepts a thrust kick in the corner, but Ion rolls out of harm’s way as Nytrus hangs himself up over the top turnbuckle. Ion makes his way over to Nytrus stomping him across the chest before taking is other leg and hanging it over the top turnbuckle as well. Ion repeatedly drives his forearm into the face of Nytrus as he hangs upside down from the top turnbuckle. Ion sets up across the ring taunting the crowd before charging forward and connecting with a hesitation dropkick face first into the corner. Ion stands tall and releases the legs of Nytrus as he taunts the fans and stomps across the body of Nytrus down on the mat. Ion waits as Nytrus slowly makes his way back up to his feet before charging forward and jumping into the air grabbing Nytrus by his head and driving him down to the mat with a jumping ddt in the middle of the ring. Ion makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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but Nytrus kicks out right at the count of two. Ion grabs Nytrus pulling him back up to his feet before charging forward and connecting with a roaring rolling elbow to the jaw of Nytrus. Ion makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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but Nytrus kicks out after the count of two.

Aiello: It’s going to take more than that to get a three count over Brandon Nytrus.

Piven: Ion proving to all of these fans that just because he’s smaller than Nytrus doesn’t mean that he can’t hang in the ring with him.

Ion guides Nytrus back up to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Nytrus bounces back and catches Ion out of nowhere with the Thesz Press taking him down to the mat. Nytrus unloads with a series of big right hands to the face of Ion keeping him grounded down on the mat. Nytrus makes his way back up to his feet and stomps across the body of Ion. Nytrus taunts to the crowd before pulling Ion up to his feet by his waist. Nytrus wraps his arms around Ion before lifting him into the air over his shoulder and connecting with a german suplex to the back of the head. Nytrus makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count, 

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but Ion kicks out at the count of two. Nytrus pulls Ion back up to his feet and wraps his arms around the body of Ion once again. Nytrus lifts Ion into the air and applies the pressure locking in a bear hug. Ion immediately tries to fight out of the hold, but Nytrus just squeezes the life out of him. The ref grabs the arm of Ion and lifts it into the air before releasing it as it falls back to his side. The ref yells out one before pulling his arm into the air for another, but this time Nytrus quickly slams Ion against the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Nytrus makes the cover as the ref gets down to make the count, 

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but Ion kicks out after the count of two.

Aiello: Brandon Nytrus could have ended the match with that bear hug, but he decided to punish Ion further.

Piven: If Ion comes back to win this matchup, that would be a rookie mistake on Brandon Nytrus’s part, if not just proves how mean he is.

Nytrus guides Ion back up to his feet and instantly gets caught with a jumping back kick to the jaw from Ion sending him staggering into the ropes. Ion charges forward and sends Nytrus across the ring with an irish whip. Nytrus hits the ropes and charges forward taking Ion off his feet with an explosive rebound clothesline turning him inside out. Ion flies through the air twisting and turning before crumbling against the mat. Nytrus taunts the fans before he pulls Ion back up to his feet and plants him down on the mat with Eastern Winds. Nytrus taunts the fans while Ion is down and out in the middle of the ring. Nytrus grabs Ion and pulls him up and across his shoulders. Nytrus motions thumbs up before slowing turning it into a thumbs down before swinging Ion around and connect with Oxide in the middle of the ring. Nytrus makes the cover as the ref makes the count.

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Winner: Brandon Nytrus

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner of the matchup via pinfall, ‘The Beast from The East’ Brandon Nytrus!!!

Aiello: That was a very impressive Monday Night Brawl debut for Brandon Nytrus.

Piven: He had his hands full with Ion here and there, but he kept pushing forward and walks away victorious tonight.

“Stricken” by Disturbed hits the arena as Brandon Nytrus taunts the crowd, the ref raises the arm of Nytrus into the air, but he quickly pulls his arm free. Nytrus pushes the ref aside as he throws his arms into the air as the fans reign down with heavy boo’s. Nytrus makes his exit from the ring and slowly makes his way back up the ramp soaking in all the boo’s with a smirk across his face.

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene pans to one of the many corridors backstage, there the audience is captivated by the likes of Nathan Creed, Kurt Newman, Chris Constantine, and Alyssa Devine who are all yelling at one another. With Nathan on one side, Kurt and Alyssa on the opposing side of him, and Chris acting as the peacemaker by placing himself in the line of fire between the two parties. After a few seconds of back and forth, Chris seems to have had enough as he shouts over everyone.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE: ENOUGH!!

Alyssa clearly doesn't get the memo though, as she continues to partake in an unopposed screaming match.

ALYSSA DEVINE: .. AND I TOLD MY MOM THAT I WAS ONLY DOING THE PORN TO GET THROUGH COLLEGE AND... .. ..we're not arguing any more, are we?

Chris rolls his eyes prior to turning his attention to both Creed and Kurt.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE: I get it--I completely understand. You two don't like one another. But if this is how you're going to act, then have fun getting your asses kicked tonight because that's exactly what'll happen if you two aren't on the same page.

NATHAN CREED: The things he's done--the things he's said.. they're just unforgivable. I could never be friends with someone who would disrespect me on THAT level.

Kurt proceeds to roll his eyes and tune up the world's smallest violin with his index and thumb.

NATHAN CREED: You see what I mean? No respect.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE: Kurt, please. Now look Nathan, I know what it's like to deal with somebody like Kurt. He's arrogant...high-maintenance...

KURT NEWMAN: Don't forget good-looking and talented.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE: I got this Kurt, but thank you for your input. ...and he's a grade A douche bag at times; I'm not asking you to be friends, just to channel all of the anger you have with each other toward your opponents tonight. For five minutes--fifteen tops! Unless you enjoy getting your asses kicked...is that something you'd be up for Nathan?

Creed begins to stroke his beard while thinking over all that Chris has said, prior to replying.

NATHAN CREED: No..

Chris turns his attention to Kurt, who's folding his arms with a bit of a scowl on his face.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE: What about you Kurt, do you like getting your ass kicked?

KURT NEWMAN: Only if she's half naked and I'm paying.

Creed and Chris look at one another with a stupefied looks on their faces.

KURT NEWMAN: What? Don't knock it until you've tried it.

Chris shakes his head, clearly not wanting to follow up on that comment, and continues on with the initial subject matter.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE: I'm not even going to touch that one. But lets get back to the topic at hand here gentlemen, now you both have agreed--for probably the first time in your lives--that you don't want to lose this match..so hows about the two of you shake hands?

The two show their displeasure of this but Chris does his best to remain control of the situation.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE: Come now..this is the only way I can see this working out, you have to shake hands; bury the hatchet.

KURT NEWMAN: Don't you think you're taking this a bit too far?

NATHAN CREED: Yeah, is this really necessary?

CHRIS CONSTANTINE: The first step on the road to recovery is forgiveness and acceptance, so yes, this is necessary.

Nathan and Kurt glare at one another while thinking it over. Neither man wants to do it at first, but eventually they extend their hands and finally 'bury the hatchet' when their palms meet for a handshake that didn't even last that long, as the two were so eager to pull away. Nathan wipes his palm on his T-shirt while Kurt dives into Alyssa's purse to pull out a bottle of hand sanitizer. The International Champion squeezes some in his hands and proceeds to rub it all over his hands. He looks over to Creed and extends the bottle in his direction.

KURT NEWMAN: Would you like some?

NATHAN CREED: I'm good, thanks.

He says with a mellow tone prior to taking his leave from the backstage area.

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MATCH 2
LIVING DEAD KARL Vs CORY CHEVELLE

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The feed returns to the ring where Jessica Stroup stands with microphone in hand.

Jessica Stroup: The following match is 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: Coming to the ring first, hailing from Kirksville, MO. Standing at 6'5, 290 pounds...CORY CHEVELLE!!!!

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

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

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, hailing from Gettysburg, PA. Standing 6'3 and weighing 255 pounds...LIVING DEAD KARL!!!

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.

Joe Aiello: Well, what can you even say about this guy?

Jeremy Piven: Crazy? Insane? Dead?

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.

The bell rings and the match begins as Dead Karl starts moving in small circles around Cory Chevelle. Chevelle lunges toward Karl with a clothesline, however Karl ducks under the arm and kicks Chevelle in the mid section. Karl grabs the side of Chevelle’s head and slams his forearm against the cheek of Chevelle. Chevelle moves back a little dazed. Chevelle leans a bit back on the rope and Karl starts running toward him. Chevelle ducks down and pulls the rope, sending Dead Karl over the top rope and to the outside. 

Aiello: Dead Karl hitting the outside hard! That was a quick decision by Cory Chevelle.

Piven: This is already getting good!

Chevelle regains his composure inside the ring as Dead Karl starts getting back up to his feet on the outside. Karl grabs the second rope and then the first, pulling himself up. However Cory Chevelle is quick run at the rope in full force with a forearm to the face sending Karl all the way against the barricade. The fans start to touch Karl and he once again starts getting back to his feet. Chevelle makes fun of Dead Karl in the ring making a Zombie impression. Dead Karl begins to get back up onto the ring apron and gets between the ropes. 

Aiello: I think Chevelle is just having fun and mocking Living Dead Karl here. 

Piven : He better watch out or Karl is going to be eating his brain for dinner. 

Cory Chevelle starts to Stiff Karl with hard hits to the ribs as Karl enters the ring. However Dead Karl seems to absorb the blows and delivers an axe handle to the back of the neck of Cory Chevelle. Chevelle builds up momentum as he goes for the DDT. Chevelle wraps his arms around the mid section of Dead Karl and throws him with the over head belly to belly suplex. 

Aiello: What power! Cory Chevelle just taking the big Living Dead Karl and tossing him like that!

Piven: This isn’t looking very good for Karl.

Chevelle makes his way over to the body of Dead Karl. Showing a bit of frustration, Chevelle starts kicking the head of Dead Karl into the mat. Karl rolls over to his back as Chevelle grabs the back of Karl’s head. Chevelle begins to help Karl to his feet and puts him up on his shoulders as if he is going to try and body press Karl. However it seems like a bit much for him as Dead Karl begins beating the back of Chevelle’s head. Karl gets loose and lands on his feet and delivers a devastating clothesline to Cory Chevelle. 

Aiello: Didn’t see that coming!

Piven: Time for Dead Karl to turn it around here!

As Karl gets to the fallen Chevelle, he begins to brutally strangle him on the mat. Cory Chevelle starts punching the head of Karl, however Karl just absorbs the pain and begins pounding the head of Chevelle by the throat. The referee checks in and breaks up the choke. Cory Chevelle grabs his neck as he gets up to one knee. 

Aiello: I think Dead Karl is enjoying this a little much.

Piven: I think Cory likes it too as they both seem to enjoy pain as much as the next EWC superstar.

Chevelle gets up to his feet and Karl comes by trying to deliver blows and punches to the head and body of Karl. Cory Chevelle doesn’t seem to be phased by the blows however as he just grabs and wraps his big arms around Chevelle into a bear hug. Cory Chevelle holds on as Karl begins to fade out a little bit. The crowd starts to get behind Karl and Chevelle just keeps his grip on the bear hug. The energy of the crowd begins to fill Dead Karl as he comes alive with a double chop to the sides of Chevelle’s neck. Cory Chevelle lets go and Dead Karl hits the ropes attempting to rush Chevelle with a short arm clothesline. Cory grabs the arm of Karl and takes him down to the mat with an arm bar take down. 

Aiello: The quickness was just too much for Karl there. 

Cory Chevelle releases the arm bar and gets back up to his feet while helping Dead Karl back up to his. Chevelle places Dead Karl between his legs and tries for the power bomb. Dead Karl uses dead weight to prevent Cory from lifting him into the air and throws Cory Chevelle over his back with his shoulders reversing the power bomb. Dead Karl walks to the body of Cory Chevelle and gets him back up to his feet. Dead Karl hits the DDT hard onto the mat and goes for the pinfall.

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Cory Chevelle shakes it off and starts to get back up to his knee. Dead Karl gets frustrated and tries to kick Chevelle in the face, but Cory grabs his foot and takes him down with a toe hold. Chevelle gets back up to his feet and begins to get to Karl as Karl gets up to his feet. Cory Chevelle grabs Karl by the arm and tries to throw him against the ropes. Dead Karl reverses and sends Cory against the rope. As Chevelle returns, Dead Karl hits Code Blue. 

Aiello: Dead Karl just scooping Cory Chevelle up and slamming him down with the code blue!

Piven: I didn’t think he had that kind of power in him..

Dead Karl signals for the finish and starts picking the dazed Chevelle up off the mat. Sure enough Dead Karl hits the Dirt Nap, a rope hung neck breaker successfully. Again Dead Karl goes for the pin,

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Frustrated Dead Karl stands up to his feet and begins to get in an argument with the referee about his count. Cory Chevelle starts to regain his composure and gets up to his feet. As Dead Karl turns around he is met with the Guerilla Warfare! Chevelle gets back up on his feet showing the force of adrenaline in his emotions. 

Aiello: Cory Chevelle hitting that is a game changer!

Piven: These two are just taking a beating from the start. 

Cory Chevelle waits in a stance as Karl slowly starts to get back up to his feet. As Dead Karl turns around Cory Chevelle rushes for a harsh spear just nailing Dead Karl back down to the mat!

Aiello: BLOODLUST!!! 

Cory Chevelle goes for the pin

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As Dead Karl stands up to his feet, Chevelle comes at him trying to help him up. Dead Karl begins to come back with shots to the gut of Cory Chevelle. Cory Chevelle tries to fight back, but Dead Karl’s kick to the mid section stuns him long enough to throw him into the ropes. Dead Karl catches Cory Chevelle on return with the Giant Swing with a cover.

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Aiello: The Living Dead Whirl wins it for Dead Karl! 

Piven: What a match! What a night so far! So much more to go! 

Living Dead Karl gets up to his feet as the bell sounds. Dead Karl begins to laugh sickly as the referee tries to grab his hand to raise it in victory. Karl just shoves him to the ground and gets out of the ring.

Jessica Stroup: Your winner via pin fall, Living Dead Karl! 

The feed fades to commercial break as Living Dead Karl makes his way through the crowd, nipping at people's faces as he leaves. 

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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MATCH 3

SMITH JONES Vs CHRIS MAVERICK

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The feed returns from commercial to Monday Night Brawl, at ringside with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven.

Jeremy Piven: Are you guys ready for another great match? I know I am.

Joe Aiello: Can Smith Jones get back to his winning ways or will Chris Maverick continue his?

Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing 6’2”, weighing in at 229 lbs, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada being accompanied by Candice Bergetz, he is SMITH JONES!

‘Power’ by Kanye West plays at full volume! During the opening sixteen bars, the lights in the arena slowly fade out to pitch darkness under the vocals of the choir and Kanye’s edgy opening lines. On the first big drum beat, the tron explodes with white pyrotechnics as the arena lights blast to full white! Smith Jones walks out onto the stage dressed to compete in his full length white ring gear with stirrups that cover his white boots. There's a long coloured strip all the way down the right leg of his tights swallowing his right stirrup over his white boot. The left leg is a base of white with a large, coloured fingerprint in thick lines on the left thigh. There is a small maple leaf on the lower leg, just above the left ankle, the same colour as the stripe, the fingerprint, and also the same colour as Candice's lovely dress. 

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

Joe Aiello: Smith Jones defeated Cory Chevelle last week in a fast match after losing the right to continue in the #1 contenders spot at Night of Champions to face Ruthless Aggression. Can he continue his winning ways tonight?

Jeremy Piven: I personally think it’s all up to his opponent tonight. Chris Maverick also has been on a winning streak of lately having defeated JTC last week himself. Only one will be victorious.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Hollywood, California. Standing 6’2” and weighing 209 lbs, he is CHRIS MAVERICK!

"Psychosocial" by Slipknot hits the arena as Chris Maverick steps out onto the stage with valet Lucy Middley. Maverick head bangs 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.

Jeremy Piven: This man has turned his bad luck into good luck. Who is going to win this match?

Joe Aiello: Chris Maverick has been on a roll but his opponent is Smith Jones, a man who has had better luck and has pushed every single one of his opponent’s to the edge. This will be a close match tonight!

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

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

Joe Aiello: These people are getting solidly behind these young men tonight.

Jeremy Piven: Chris and Smith have the respect of these fans and they look like they’re starting to have respect for one another.

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

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

Joe Aiello: Chris Maverick seems to have his opponent in a bad situation now. Can Smith Jones get out of it?

Jeremy Piven: Don’t think he’s in too much trouble yet. Chris Maverick isn’t out yet.

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

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Joe Aiello: Near fall by Smith Jones!

Jeremy Piven: This match was so close to being over. Chris Maverick still has some life. 

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

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Jeremy Piven: A shoulder up by Smith Jones. Chris Maverick almost got this one too.

Joe Aiello: There’s still a lot of fight left in these two men.

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

Joe Aiello: Smith Jones just flew out the ring and took out Chris Maverick.

Jeremy Piven: This match could end in a double count out if they’re not careful.

Smith Jones is the first to rise as the referee begins the count out.

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

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

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Maverick rolls Smith Jones back into the ring and slides in after him. Relief is short for Smith Jones, who finds himself lifted off the mat and Chris Maverick goes for a T-Bone Suplex!

Joe Aiello: It looks like Chris Maverick is coming out with the fire tonight! He might just turn this match around in his favor.

Jeremy Piven: Thing are starting to look bad for Smith Jones. Chris Jones might just be bringing this match home tonight.

However Smith Jones still has some power left and with two hands, he claps on his opponent’s ears to get his release. Chris releases Smith, and is hit with Take It Home into a nearby turnbuckle. Quickly, Smith Jones runs over and hits a elbow to his opponent’s face who backs out. Signaling for the end, Smith Jones hits a front facelock then hits the Brainbuster! With Maverick on the mat, he covers him and goes for the pin…

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The bell tolls as “Power” by Kayne West hits the PA system. Candice gets in the ring and hugs Smith Jones while the referee checks on Chris Maverick.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pin fall, SMITH JONES!

Chris Maverick is helped up by the referee. Before he leaves the ring, Smith Jones stops him and offers his hand. Maverick looks around and shakes his opponent’s hand but still leaves the ring.

Jeremy Piven: What great show of respect by Smith Jones to Chris Maverick. They earned each other’s respect here tonight.

Joe Aiello: We might see a new tag team force soon, or at the very least two men in this company who are not over competitive.

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene open up inside of the backstage area inside of the boiling room. You could hear the pipes hissing and all different type of sounds happening down there. Ruthann was leaning against the wall lost within her thoughts. Sam Attic with a bit of a smirk across his face walk into view. He fold his arms looking over at the EWC Champion.

Sam Attic: “I should have know you would be down here.”

Ruthann looks over at him with a bit of a smirk as she tosses her hair back looking right at him.

Ruthless: “Why do I get the pleasure to be seeing you old friend?”

Sam walks over to her as he rub his chin a bit with a grin.

“I am wondering why you are down here and now up in the office with us. Why aren’t you in the Coalition? That is where you belong we all know you should the First Lady of the group not Miss. Michaels?”

Ruthann ran her hand into her hair as she just stares over at him. She just goes into a small laughing fit as she shook her head looking over at him.

“Look like I told Kurt I am not going to be taking sides in this war. This war shouldn’t be happening at all. This war is fucking dumb.”

Ruthann start to walk out of the boiling room as Sam grab her gently by the arm. He made her look at her as she stare at him like she was burning a hole in him.

“I am not Kurt. I have been your friend for some time now. We go back to the CZW days thanks to a family member of mine. I want to know the real reason. You need to tell me the real reason why you not on anyone's side in this.”

Ruthann closed her eyes as she pull her arm out of his grip. She took in a deep breath as she looks over at him as she open her eyes.

“When I was on someone's side in the past I was always the punching bag to be use against that person. I don’t want to be that punching bag for either side. Think about it. Even though Jaden cares about me. He will use someone from my family against me. Mac will be upset to see how Jaden use my family in this way.. Family is something Mac treasure.”

Sam listen closely as Ruthann’s run her hand into her hair.

“Remember when I was with Ace. Every time when someone was up against him or XTC who did they use to get to the guys. I always was the one by the end of the night in a pool of blood. I know Mac wouldn’t be push to do something like that but you saw what happen with Jaden last week with Kurt. Just think what Kurt have done it could have been me. Jaden would never forgive himself for having that happening to me. “

She looks over at Sam closely .

“Remember when I lost my child thanks to that crazy bitch. My unborn child was used as a punching bag against me because she didn’t like the fact I was back and running the women's division. I can’t put myself in that situation for a war I feel deep down is wrong. I am tired of seeing all of the blood been spill for a war that is dumb. I feel like this war is getting a bit too much. I am determine to end this war someway and somehow. I am still working on that how part but once I figure it out. You know me once I place my mind on something. I get it done!”

Sam just nods softly as ran his fingers in his hair.

“If you say so Champ! I still believe you making the biggest mistake in your life. I just feel if you love been champion. You should be with Jaden because he will do everything in his power to make sure you stay as champion but... I am warning you as a friend he will do whatever it takes to bring that belt in our circle."

Ruthann just nods as she looks back at him.

“Well you let Jaden and little Missy know. I say Bring it! I will be ready to take anything from your guys.”

Sam just smirks up at her as he walks away as Ruthann stood there with a serious look on her face.

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MATCH 4

EMMA LOUISE Vs METAL BLACK

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Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen, I can’t remember the last time EWC had such a strong showing of female talent on the rosters. Ruthann’s the EWC Champion, and tonight, two more extremely gifted and hungry woman warriors get their chance to shine.

Piven: And I can’t remember the last time I actually wanted to get off my ass and do locker room interviews. I’m telling you, JoJo, they’ve made WONEROUS advances in yoga pants technology!

Aiello: I thought they stopped letting you near the female lockers after that incident with Amy Rosen some years back.

Piven: Yeah, well, A: shut up, Joe, and B….it’s match time!

"This Little Girl" by Cady Groves plays and Emma steps through the curtain. Blows a kiss to the crowd a la Maria and then walks, half dancing to the ring where she slips feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestvly over the top rope.

Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to the ring first, weighing in at…well, that’s not a nice thing to ask a lady, from New York, New York via London, U.K….EMMA LOUSIE!!

Piven: Just a sweet little girl from the big city trying to make it…sounds like an old 70’s sitcom setup!

Aiello: *starts singing the theme from Mary Tyler Moore* You’re gonna…make it, af-ter all!

Piven: Way to go, JoJo; sing to them EXACTLY how old you are!

The lights dim as a few acoustic cords get strummed over the PA. As "Conditions of my Parole" by Puscifer hits in full blast, Metal Black emerges from the back in a leather jacket and... frankly, not a whole lot else. With a pool cue slung over one shoulder and a Black & Mild cigar tucked between her lips, she takes her time making her way down the ramp. She high fives fans, she stops to lean over the guard rail and let them take pictures with her, and otherwise seems to be having the time of her life. Metal Black leans her pool cue up against the apron before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She paces around a bit before putting her cigar out on one of the turnbuckles, then flicks it to the floor and pull herself up on the corner. The cheers of the crowd heighten for a moment as she grabs the edges of her jacket, hesitantly... then tugs it from her shoulders, tossing the jacket to the referee and revealing what might well be the lewdest ring attire in professional wrestling.

Piven: Made in Detroit is once again a badge of honor.

Aiello: Are you sure you wanna perv on somebody that could work you with a pool cue like you were the 8-ball near the corner pocket?

Piven: I’m more worried about here jacking my ride in the parking lot; she is from Detroit, Aiello; she could probably strip the quarter-panels off my Mercedes as fast as she can take a nurse’s uniform off on stage.

Aiello: All class with you, Jeremy.

Both Metal and Emma meet in the middle of the ring as the ref gives instructions. Surprisingly, both competitors give each other a hug and wish each other luck before the bell rings.

Aiello: Now that is truly a class way to start a match, folks.

Then, both Emma and Metal start trading vicious blows, and Emma gets an early advantage, kicking Metal in the gut and connecting with a snap suplex.

Piven: Yeah, but EWC’s a lot like school; class ends when that bell rings.

Emma quickly drops an standing elbow into Metal’s chets, then another, then, another. She makes a quick cover.

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THROWOFF BY BLACK!!

Aiello: She just shrugged Emma off her, sending her flying into the ropes.

Piven: Plenty of muscle under the hood of that Detroit model.

Metal gets back on her feet, but Emma quickly reacts with a drop-kick to her legs, causing Metal to clutch her left knee in pain. Emma Lousie bounces off the ropes, but Metal ducks a clothes-line attempt, and when Emma comes back around, Metal catches her with a nasty side belly-to-belly suplex on the rebound. Instead of going for the pin, Black top mounts her, and starts wailing on her face with mounted punches until the referee makes her break it up. She picks Emma up, looking to Irish Whip Lousie, but Black pulls her back into her and goes for the pin with a Northern Lights Suplex. Cover by Black.

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EMMA LOUISE DEFTLY SLIPS OUT!

Aiello: Sweet little escape by Emma; it’s obvious she’s more about grace and smarts than raw strength.

Emma staggers back on her feet, but Black connects with a Hammer Punch, sending her back on the canvas. Black tries to capitalize with a Ric Flair-style kneedrop, but Emma proves her elusiveness by rolling out of the way at the last millisecond. Black’s clutching her leg in pain again. Emma gets behind her, slaps her in a Full Nelson…Em-Emma!

Aiello: Black might have some problems trying to sit after the match. Painful move.

Piven: Hey, if she needs that fender fixed, Piven the mechanic will help get that trunk back into tip top shape.

Emma starts playing to the crowd a bit, taking a little too much time. She climbs the turnbuckle, attempts an asai moonsault…but Black rolls out of the way, and Emma ends up landing face first on the mat. After a cou8ple of seconds, Black is back upright, still hobbling a bit. She waits a moment for Emma to get up, then bounces off the ropes and catches her with a facebuster, then, she locks in a crossface and starts cranking away at Emma’s neck.

Aiello: Nice chain wrestling form the admitted brawler; she could have Emma slapping canvas soon.

Piven: It’s making my neck hurt just to watch.

Metal has the crossface cinched in, but Emma, after a few seconds, manages to get her foot on the ropes. Metal breaks cleanly, frustrated, cussing up a storm, but still focused. She picks Emma up, braces her on the turnbuckle of a bit, then whips her into the opposite post. She charges, but Emma sidesteps at the last minute, and Metal hits the buckles hard. Emma uses the opportunity to springboard off the top rope, and connects with a spinning kick right in the chest. Cover by Emma.

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KICKOUT BY BLACK!

Aiello: So close! A devastating show of agility.

Piven: Back and forth action all match long; neither’s gotten a distinct advantage over the other.

Emma slaps them at in frustration, then gathers her wits. She grabs Metal and tries another suplex, but Black counters, landing on her feet behind Emma Louise. She nearly twists her head off with a swinging neckbreaker, then goes for another cover.

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Black is furious, slapping the mat and going on an f-bomb spree. Black starts stomping the bejeezus out of Emma on the mat, then, an Irish Whip. But Emma reverse the whip, and kicks Metal in the gut before hitting the X-Factor! But Emma is gassed, and falls flat on her back on them at, both competitors spent.

It’s a few more moments before either can get back up. Emma gets the early advantage, nailing Black with a chop before coming off the ropes. She attempts a spinning back heel kick, but Black sidesteps, and Emma lands awkwardly. When she recovers, Black quickly grabs her…MOTOGRATER.

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Stroup: Your winner, via pinfall…METAL BLACK!!!

Aiello: Man, oh man, was that a good match.

Piven: Back and forth, both had difficulties matching the other’s style. In the end, it took one mistake to change the course of the fight

At the end of the match, both Black and Louise are checking up on each other. Already cheering wildly, the fans give them a hearty round of applause when both of them shake hands. Emma exits to the back while Black stands in the ring and receives another ovation from the crowd. Black exits to the back and the feed cuts to Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven at ringside.

Aiello: Excellent match, and great sportsmanship from both sides. Both these ladies are proving EWC's leading the way in women's wrestling; just a fantastic all around outing.

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RINGSIDE

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White neon lights flicker throughout the arena and "Fallout" by Alter Bridge blasts from the arena's PA system.

Joe Aiello: That theme music means only one thing folks - BDC is here, live on Monday Night Brawl!

Jeremy Piven: And he's fresh off what I regard as a semi-impressive win against a loser called TJ.

The crowd cheer loudly as the man, the myth, the legend BDC walks from behind the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp.

Joe Aiello: Well, it wasn't exactly what I'd call a "semi impressive" win Jeremy! TJ put on a solid performance, but the experience of the Welsh Warrior was just too much to deal with on the night.

Jeremy Piven: Yeah, yeah, whatever! Fact is; BDC has experience, I'll give you that, but, he is old as hell and STILL has the single biggest chip on his shoulder.

Joe Aiello: He's got an ego, that is true, but he is back to show that he still has what it takes to compete at the highest levels that the EWC demands of all of its stars!

The EWC-Tron shows the Welsh National Flag, and red, white and green pyro shoot high into the air. BDC basks in the reaction from the crowd for a while, obviously taking it all in. He clicks his neck to the side, and heads toward the ring.

Jeremy Piven: Blah blah blah . . . Look, talk is cheap. He got his head kicked in about a month ago by our esteemed GM, the one and only Mr. Jaden "Xplode" Hunter . . .

Joe Aiello: . . . along with the help of his allies, aka Project: Chaos . . .

Jeremy Piven: . . . FORMER allies Tony! Those losers were kicked to the curb, and the Coalition is stronger than ever for it! But anyway; BDC got beaten down, and then got beat down AGAIN by Luke Wolfe four short nights later!

Joe Aiello: Oh come on Jeremy! BDC went into that match injured - his arm was broken for God's sake, and . . .

Jeremy Piven: . . . and he made that call under his own terms! He was told not to compete by the doctors, but he ignored them, competed anyway, and lost - plain and simple!

Joe Aiello: Okay, he lost, but Luke Wolfe is no pushover Jeremy! Wolfe has proven to the world how good he is, and he is the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship!

Jeremy Piven: Look, Wolfe is talented, I'm not disputing that, and more importantly - that isn't the issue here. The issue is that BDC is obviously not stable enough to be a roster member - it's that simple! 

BDC climbs over the top rope and proceeds to climb each turnbuckle one at a time, raising his right arm in the air.

Joe Aiello: Well, you are more than entitled to your opinion, but as you can see, BDC is here, and he's dressed for battle! 

Jeremy Piven: You're talking about his dress sense? Really?

Joe Aiello: Shut up Jeremy! I am simply making an observation. Historically, when BDC wears a suit to the ring he wants to talk. When he wears his in-ring gear - he wants to fight.

BDC works the ropes for a little, slaps his face, and motions for the mic.

Jeremy Piven: Here we go. So, who is he going to spout nonsense about tonight I wonder?

Joe Aiello: Show some damn respect Jeremy! BDC is one of the greatest trash talkers of all time, and a former EWC Champion!

Jeremy Piven: I know that, I'm just saying that he trashes EVERYONE, and ALWAYS gets himself in trouble! He's only been back a month or so and has already pissed off our GM, Project: Chaos, The Coalition, Tara Michaels and even President Mac!

Joe Aiello: Well while I can't argue about the fact that he has annoyed a lot of people, I am excited to see who he calls out tonight!

There is a loud "BDC" chant, and BDC drops the mic to his side, closes his eyes, and embraces the energy in the air. The chants go on for a few minutes, and he slowly raises the mic to his mouth.

BDC: . . . 

Before he gets the chance to speak, the lights go out as the intro to Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold plays. 

Joe Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen . . . That's Project Chaos's Gabreal Martin's theme music!

Jeremy Piven: Well that's just great! What the hell does that loser want?

Joe Aiello: Loser? Gabreal Martin is fresh off a win against the EWC Champion, Ruthless Aggression!

Jeremy Piven: . . . It was a fluke . . . 

Joe Aiello: You don't sound too convinced there Jeremy.

Jeremy Piven: Shut up!

As the guitar kicks in we get an explosion of pyro and a pale orange spotlight shines on Gabreal Martin as he comes from the curtain. A loud chorus of boos echoes around the arena, but there are a few cheers as well. Gabreal stand underneath the EWC-Tron and just smirks. BDC paces around the ring and is getting ready to fight. He tightens the straps on black MMA style gloves, and stretches his fingers.

Jeremy Piven: While I don't like the guy, I have to confess that it's quite weird watching Gabreal right now.

Joe Aiello: Care to elaborate?

Jeremy Piven: Well, BDC is wearing his wrestling gear, but Martin is dressed in an immaculate suit, and isn't wearing his face paint.

Joe Aiello: While what you are saying is true, and yes - is it strange - but, how is it ok for you to discuss a wrestler's dress sense, while all I get is abuse?

Jeremy Piven: Because I'm me and you are you, now be quiet!

Gabreal opens his arms out wide and takes a bow. He stands up, straightens his tie, and walks slowly towards the ring. BDC starts slapping his arms and is almost frothing at the mouth.

Joe Aiello: Looks like we are going to get the last-but-one match of the night from the next edition of Friday Night Rampage early folks!

Jeremy Piven: Now, while this is awesome - due to the fact that we get to see these idiots beat the crap out of each other - you do raise a good point! This is a Rampage problem, and this is Monday Night Brawl! These losers need to know their place!

Joe Aiello: The EWC is all about equal opportunity, and President Mac wants both shows to be accessible to all roster members! Neither one of these enigmatic Rampagers are doing anything wrong, so let's just sit back and watch the fireworks go off!

Gabreal slowly walks up the steps. BDC is bouncing on the spot, ready for action. Gabreal smirks again, and steps between the middle rope. He puts his hands out in front of himself, and walks slowly towards BDC. BDC fights every instinct in his body, and doesn't attack yet. Gabreal inches forwards, ever so slowly.

Joe Aiello: Is it just me, or does Gabreal's body language suggest that he's not out here to fight?

Jeremy Piven: Well, like I said earlier, he's certainly not dressed to fight.

Joe Aiello: Is this an attempt by Gabreal to get into BDC's head? Both men have been having a vicious war of words via social media since BDC returned to the EWC, and it has become even more heated since their match was announced three days ago.

BDC tilts his head to the side, and then nods. He starts to calm down, but is still slightly on edge. He'd dropped the microphone onto the ring when Gabreal's music had hit, but he bends over to pick it up - all the while keeping his eyes on Gabreal. He slowly lifts the mic to his mouth, but Gabreal puts his hand on the top of it and shakes his head from side to side.

Jeremy Piven: This is intense . . .

Joe Aiello: I thought you said that these two should stay on Rampage?

Jeremy Piven: Will you be quiet! Watch!

BDC stares at Gabreal's hand with utter disgust. He flares his nostrils and is obviously about to strike. Gabreal keeps shaking his head from side to side, and puts his finger to his mouth and makes a "sh!" noise. BDC squints his eyes ever so slightly and clenches and unclenches his left fist. He nods his head and drops the mic. Gabreal smiles and nods, as if he is thanking him.

Joe Aiello: This is so damned intense! 

Jeremy Piven: The suspense is killing me! Are they going to fight or what?

Both men walk closer to each other and just stare at each other. Neither one makes a move to attack. The crowd start a chant:

"THIS IS AWESOME"

"THIS IS AWESOME"

"THIS IS AWESOME"

Joe Aiello: This is a war of wills Jeremy, it's as simple as that! Anyone can swing a fist, but it takes amazing self control to not attack your enemy.

Jeremy Piven: These guys hate each other though, so why don't they just let it go?

Joe Aiello: I think it's fair to say that in a war of words, BDC has the advantage, so Gabreal Martin has come up with a way where he can even the odds in regard to the psychological battle that they are both so fond of.

Jeremy Piven: So what you're saying is that the first one to lash out physically loses this encounter?

Joe Aiello: Exactly!

Jeremy Piven: Well we could be here for a while then. Probably best that we are cutting to commercial!

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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[EWC]

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RINGSIDE

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Brawl comes back on the air, and both Gabreal Martin and BDC are still squaring off in the ring. Neither man has made a move to attack the other yet.

Voice: Okay, this nonsense has gone on for long enough now.

Jeremy Piven: At last, the angelic voice of reason!

Tara Michaels: You've both managed to prove a point here tonight, and I'm glad that you've both got rid of a some testosterone, but it's time to get the hell out of my ring, and I mean now!

Neither BDC nor Gabreal Martin even acknowledge that Tara is talking. They keep focused on each other, neither backing down.

Tara Michaels: Hello! Hey, I'm talking to you both! How dare you ignore and disrespect me in this way!

Joe Aiello: They really don't seem to care, do they!

Jeremy Piven: How disrespectful! 

Tara Michaels: Okay, this ends now. You have until the count of three to do as I say or I am going to send security down to drag you both out of here in handcuffs.

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The crowd are booing, but neither men budge an inch.

Tara Michaels: . . . 2 . . .

Joe Aiello: I really don't think they are going to move you know?

Tara Michaels: . . . 3 . . . Fine, have it your way. Security . . .

10 security guards burst from behind the backstage area and head to the ring. They rush to the ring, and mean business. Gabreal has his back to the guards, but refuses to turn to face them. BDC clenches his fists, and prepares for the onslaught, but doesn't stop staring.

Jeremy Piven: They are both insane! 

Joe Aiello: There is too much history between them Jeremy. They don't care if they get dragged out of here, because by doing that they both win and nobody loses.

The security guards circle the ring and await the order from Tara Michaels.

Joe Aiello: Wait a minute, what is that "X" on their left shoulder?

Jeremy Piven: That's probably just the brand of the t-shirt or something. 

Joe Aiello: Or, it's something a little more sinister . . . Are these hired thugs?

Tara Michaels: Get them out of that ring, now!

The security guards storm the ring. Five grab Gabreal Martin and try to drag him out, while the other five grab BDC. Both men are forced to break the stare down. BDC laughs out loud and starts pummelling the nearest security guard with his fists, while Gabreal unleashes a flurry of kicks at men that are trying to drag him out of the ring. BDC slams the heads of two of the guards together, knocking them out instantly. Gabreal runs up the nearest turnbuckle and launches into a perfect moonsault, which sends all five of the guards concentrating on him crashing to the ground. One of the guards pulls out a club from under his shirt, and smashes it hard across BDC's head.

Joe Aiello: What the hell? Where did he get that from?

Jeremy Piven: It's self defence Tony, nothing more and nothing less!

Tara Michaels: Yes, that's it! now the rest of you, do the damned job that I pay you for!

Joe Aiello: What does she mean by that? 

Jeremy Piven: Those men are hired by the EWC, and she is a member of staff, hence the fact that she technically pays them! It's simple Tony!

Gabreal launches himself at the security guard that hit BDC. He grabs his wrist, and twists it sharply. There is a loud snap as the guard drops the club and screams in pain. Two guards start beating Gabreal, and he drops to the ground under a barrage of kicks. BDC screams in a fit of rage and gets to his feet. He punches one of the guards that is beating Gabreal straight in the chin and also knocks him clean out. He lifts the one of high over his head, and launches him out of the ring. Gabreal flips up onto his feet. His suit is torn and shredded, and BDC's head is cut open. The other guards have rolled out of the ring to regroup. 

Tara Michaels: HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS ON MY SHOW!!! GET ME MORE SECURITY OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!

Another 10 or so security rush out towards the ring. BDC and Gabreal stare at each other once more. BDC shakes his head in disbelief, and Gabreal just shrugs. BDC bounces Gabreal off the rope. Gabreal runs towards the opposite rope, bounces off that, and runs towards BDC who is kneeling down with his hands cupped. Gabreal steps up into BDC's hands, and BDC launches him into a devastating Moonsault right on top of the newly arrived guards. 

The crowd start shouting:

"HOLY SHIT!

"HOLY SHIT"

"HOLY SHIT"

Joe Aiello: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!!!!

Jeremy Piven: Why the hell are they working together?

Joe Aiello: They don't have a choice Jeremy!

BDC slides under the ring and starts swinging with lefts and right. While both men put up a valiant effort, the numbers games become too much. Two of the guards are equipped with hand cuffs, and their colleagues manage to subdue the Rampagers long enough to clamp them on tight.

Tara Michaels: At last! Now get them the hell out of this building, and I mean now!

The crowd boo as BDC and Gabreal are dragged up the ramp. They are still being hit by the security guards, but they keep trying to fight as best as they can. The security guards are getting more and more brutal, and the audience let their voices be heard:

"THIS IS BULLSHIT"

"THIS IS BULLSHIT"

"THIS IS BULLSHIT"

Tara Michaels: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your continued patience and support during this tremulous incident. Please allow me to assure you that the show as scheduled will continue as normal from this point. Thank you for believing in us!

As Tara Michaels exits to the backstage area, the feed cuts to Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven at ringside.

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BACKSTAGE

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Joe Aiello: Well folks, as much as Tara Michaels might think she has a hand on things, it appears we have even more commotion going on backstage.

The feed quickly cuts to the backstage area where the backs of James Kash, Cory Chevelle and Sam Attic are immediately in view. The three men are stomping away at something, or someone, on the ground in front of them. The assumption is made that it is a someone that they're stomping on, as the groans of said someone can be heard.

Joe Aiello: Oh god, what are these goons doing now?

Jeremy Piven: Standing up for their values, one would assume.

The camera pans around to reveal not one, not two, not three, but four victims on the concrete. Attic, Kash and Chevelle continue to stomp away. The victims: Sabriynn Cassidy, JTC, Slade Hardison and Kreature. With the large majority of the security forces occupied, the members of The Coalition continue to wail away.

Joe Aiello: This is a joke, Jeremy.

From the side of the frame comes an EWC official who's jaw drops upon seeing the carnage.

Official: Someone get help! Security!

Sam Attic quickly wheels around and lands a stiff enziguri on the EWC Official. Attic then charges at the camera man, who drops the camera to ground. The feed cuts back to ringside as security finally attempts to separate the three Coalition members before they can continue their assault.

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HIGHLIGHT PACKAGE
Team Mac Vs The Coalition

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The feed pans wide around the arena as the fans wait eagerly in anticipation of the next match. 

Joe Aiello: Well folks, that's just more of the chaos that has been seeping through the company.  The EWC has been entangled in an immense war between two battling ideologies. It just so happens that two of the biggest figures in our company have found themselves on either side. President Mac and Xplode have now come to a point of impact that no one could have seen coming.

Jeremy Piven: But it didn't start with Mac and Xplode. These sort of things fester from something more than just two men.

Joe Aiello: That's right, Jeremy. So with Night Of Champions just around the corner, EWC brings to you: "Team Mac Vs The Coalition"

The feed slowly fades to black, before text crashes on to the screen:

The feed cuts to a flashback as Gabe Martin goes for a clothesline, but Michael Saint ducks under. Saint with a boot to the gut and sets up for his Cradle Piledriver. Saint has Gabe up, but gets hit from behind by Mark Storm. Storm gets Saint on his shoulders and delivers Dystopia! Jay is in the ring with a chair. Jay puts the chair on the mat. Mark Storm picks up Saint and Jay Reynolds with a J-Connection on the chair! Gabe hands the chair to Mark Storm as Jay picks up Saint. Mark puts the chair in front of Saint's face. Gabe comes off the ropes and BOMA-YE driving the chair into Saints face! Gabe gets the microphone again and stands over Saint

Martin: Do I have your attention now EWC? Ladies and Gentlemen I am Gabreal Martin!

Storm: I am Mark Storm!

Jay : And I am Jay Reynolds! And from now on we will be known as Project Chaos!

Martin: In EWC chaos no reigns supreme and I dare anyone in that locker room to try and stop us.

Jay: Monday Night Brawl, the EWC and Stranglemania will never be the same!

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THE FEED CUTS TO:

A scene as Project Chaos stands in the ring triumphantly, as trash is thrown at them in the ring.

Jessica Stroup: Here are your winners by pin fall: Gabreal Martin, Mark Storm and Jay Reynolds, PROJECT CHAOS!

The music suddenly stops as all three members of Project Chaos take the ring and begin to attack Chris Emery and J Tasco viciously. They try to defend themselves, but the numbers are too much. Suddenly Shadow Man comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring. 

Shadow Man grabs Jay Reynolds by the back of the hair and nails him with a right, and then throws a left punch at Gabriel Martin and kicks Mark Storm in the groin then follows up with GOOD BYE CHARLIE on Storm. The members of aKa roll out of the ring. The crowd is going absolutely insane and chanting Shadow Man's name but it is short-lived as Martin nails Shadow Man from behind with a chair. Jay Reynolds grabs a chair of his own and also starts beating down on Shadow Man. 

Shadow Man is cut open pretty bad now and has blood pouring down his face. Jay Reynolds gets Shadow Man to his feet and holds his arms behind his back as Gabriel Martin winds up and cranks Shadow Man across the face with a chair. They go to do this a second time when ...

ALL OF A SUDDEN...

Derek Wellings, Madison Mitchell, Kurt Newman and Floyd Shooter all come running down the ramp. The four of them slide into the ring. Madison Mitchell jumps on Gabriel Martins back and has him in a headlock. Jay Reynolds drops Shadow Man and is quickly met with an onslaught of punches from Derek Wellings and Floyd Shooter. Kurt Newman grabs Mark Storm and throws him over the top ropes and out of the ring. Soon after Gabriel Martin and Jay Renolds are also tossed over the top ropes. 

The crowd is going absolutely insane right now. Gabrial Martin, Jay Reynolds and Mark Storm try and get back in the ring but they are stopped by Madison, Floyd, Wellings and Newman. Shadow Man struggles to get to his feet but manages to spit blood at the face of Gabriel Martin. 

Jeremy Piven: This is absolute insanity right now. PROJECT: Chaos have proved they are a force to be reckoned with and a war might have just started as Shadow Man, Derek Wellings, Floyd Shooter, Kurt Newman and Madison Mitchell just formed an unlikely alliance to help wrestlers in need

Joe Aiello: It appears to be official that Derek Wellings and Floyd Shooter are in a partnership but how does these others come into play? Is it just a one shot deal or is there another faction in the works? Will Project Chaos be the future of Extreme Wrestling Corporation? As an all out war just began? 

Folks, we'll find out next week as we are out of time. On behalf of Jeremy Piven and everyone at EWC, I'm Joe Aiello. GOOD NIGHT AND SEE YOU IN PITTSBURGH!

The scene fades as PROJECT: Chaos back there way up the ramp to the boos of everyone in attendance, never losing eye contact with the Five in the ring.

THE FEED CUTS TO:

President Mac: “What I have to ask of all of you now is something much more than I ever hoped to ask of one of my wrestlers. I need all five of you to protect EWC.”

Mac allows for the gravity of the words to sink in with the group as he peers around at each of them individually, gauging their reactions. Mac’s gaze reaches Shadow Man and Kurt Newman, who give each other the look of: “He can’t be serious.”.

President Mac: “I have never asked any wrestler of mine to go above and beyond their duties here in EWC, but I fear that it has come the time where I have to. There is a growing epidemic that is bubbling to the surface here, and being at the top I can see it festering down below. I can’t allow for it to spread any more than it already has. I wish I had some other solution to the situation, but for now you five are my best option.”

Floyd Shooter catches eyes with Derek Wellings, and the two share a look of serious contemplation. Madison stares at President Mac and gives him a warm smile to calm his nerves. Meanwhile, Shadow Man fiddles with something in his hand as Kurt Newman looks on. Derek Wellings nods at Floyd Shooter, who tips his Stetson in agreement.

THE FEED CUTS TO:

President Mac: Jaden.. come on.

Xplode: NO! Once more, you are trying to put the breaks on my momentum as I hit my stride in the EWC. Not this time though.. no. I have a binding contract, and as long as I am running the show, we will continue as we have until either the world recognizes us as the best promotion in the world.. or the locker room is full of broken competitors.

President Mac: I don’t think so. This isn’t over. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, Jaden.

Xplode steps away and walks back to his desk.

Xplode: It’s always been this way… don’t fool yourself. Now don’t let the door hit you on the ass as you leave.

Mac stares at Xplode for a time, and then exits the locker room. Once in the hallway, he removes his cellphone from his pocket and dials a number.

President Mac: I just met with Xplode.. and I want every lawyer on our board to meet me at my house tonight. There is a cancer in the company that is about to spread... and it's about time that I found a cure.

THE FEED CUTS TO:

Xplode watches as the medical teams wheel Jay Cee up the rampway and into the backstage area.

Joey Aiello: ..and with that, the landscape of the company changes. Xplode is now the number one contender for the any title of his choosing. This is going to get interesting.

Jeremy Piven: Agreed.. the Era of the X has begun.

The feed slowly fades out as Xplode is shown leaning against the ropes, covered in his own blood.

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Xplode paces the ring once more.

Xplode: The Era of X has begun and the EWC will forever be changed. Match stipulations reflect the new attitude of the industry, and the company reflects that. President Mac tried to put a stop to this but he failed. Now, we move on to phase 2 of my plan. Tonight, my army.... grows larger. The men that I will announce tonight have shown that they believe in where I am taking this company, and they are here not to accept the status quo.. but to establish a new one. Just as I have in my own career, these men set the standard for others to follow. These men.. are the New Age Coalition.

All at once the fans begin to cheer as Gabriel Martin, Jay Reynolds and Mark Storm emerge on to the stage area alongside Brett Black. Next, Bryce Bridges appears on to the stage area followed by Sam Attic. After a brief moment, the entire group heads down the rampway and climbs into the ring, surrounding Xplode as he continues to speak.

Xplode: This New Age Coalition will grow larger every week. Looking around me, I see some of the strongest talent that the EWC has ever housed before. This is what it is all about. The landscape has changed and the kid gloves.. are now off. As a matter of fact-

The crowd suddenly ignites as the feed pans to the stage area now!!! Standing with his own group is President Mac! Beside him is Shadow Man, Floyd Shooter, Derek Wellings, and Kurt Newman!! As the fans continue to cheer, the ring suddenly empties out as the newly formed "New Age Coalition" drops to ringside and stands at the bottom of the rampway.. ready to defend the ring! Xplode laughs as he speaks..

Xplode: Before you talk, baldy.. think about what you are going to say. The last time that you opened your mouth and questioned my motives, I ended up retiring one of your past champions. You would be wise to just gather your group of kiddies, that includes you Shadow Man, and head back into the locker room before someone gets hurt. Project: Chaos are just itching for a fight right now..

President Mac smiles and then points at the ring.

President Mac: You know, X. You always have your ass covered... don't you? I told you though that eventually, you would slip. Tonight, is that night. You forgot to watch your back this time..

The fans scream as Xplode turns around. Sliding into the ring as he emerges out of the fans is BDC!!!! BDC doesn't hesitate as he rushes Xplode and spears him into the mat!!! President Mac nods his head now as his group of men rush down the rampway and dive into the New Age Coalition!!! A hell breaks loose as bodies are slammed into guard rails and while other are driven into the hard concrete floor!!

In the ring, Xplode has now regained himself and driven BDC into the mat with a hard spike spinebuster! He then mounts BDC and pummels him with closed fists.. until BDC jabs him in the injured ribcage area!!! The arena is literally shaking from the fan response as BDC shoves Xplode away! Both men rush to their feet but BDC attacks first, sending a large boot into Xplode's face! Xplode hits the mat hard! BDC does not hesitate as he brings Xplode to his feet! BDC scoops Xplode into his arms and walks across the mat. He then shifts his weight and drops Xplode hard into the mat with a powerful powerbomb!!!! Xplode does not move as the fighting around the arena literally stops cold in shock!!!

Brett Black and Jay Reynolds manage to snag Xplode from ringside and yank him out of the ring before anymore damage can happen to him!! As the New Age Coalition regroups themselves with Xplode's unconscious body in tow, BDC accepts a microphone and speaks.

BDC: HEY XPLODE... YOU WANT A WAR... YOU GOT IT!!

The fans cheer as we see Xplode slowly waking up. Still being held up by those around him, he looks up into the ring with a look of rage and pain on his face

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Cheers begin to reverberate through the main arena as the audience are appreciating the fact that Jared made a stance. Storm doesn't look to happy. The cheers suddenly change to boos as Storm grabs Jared by his collar and lifts him up, suddenly the lighting in the room switches on and now you can see that the two are located in an abandoned locker room. Storm hoists Jared onto his shoulder, before delivering a brutal DYSTOPIA on the young employee.

Storm: Wrong answer.

Storm goes back over to the benches and grabs his EWC World Heavyweight Championship, placing it on his shoulder as he walks over to the camera. He looks down at Jared in disgust before wiping his face with his sleeve. He then spits on Jared, which only causes a chorus of boos to erupt from the main arena.

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Xplode looks at Kash for a moment..

Xplode: Impressive. Not many men would waltz into my office and put it down like you have. I know talent when I see it. I mean, I look in the mirror ever day. Okay, you are in. I will offer you the chance to be great.

James Kash smiles.

James Kash: Oh, don’t get me wrong, X. I already AM great. My goal… is to be legendary.

James Kash grins from ear to ear.

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Xplode suddenly steps back. He then lunges forward and brings the metal pipe down across the right forearm of BDC, instantly swelling it up from the impact!!!

Joey Aiello: OH MY GAWD!!! SOMEONE STOP THIS!! I THINK HIS ARM IS BROKEN!!!

Xplode brings the pipe down again.. and again.. on the now black and blue forearm of BDC as he screams in pain! After one more huge swing, Xplode slams the pipe down on the mat and walks away! The Coalition begin to celebrate in the ring as they look out at the fans!

Xplode: BDC… since you have returned, you have been a serious pain in my ass. Now, it’s your turn to feel the pain. Welcome back to the EWC..

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

HOLY SH*T
HOLY SH*T
HOLY SH*T

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

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The fans throw trash in the ring as Mark Storm and Jay raise the hammers up to smash the chairs on Derek & Shadow’s throats. Suddenly the fans explode cheering as Floyd Shooter and Kurt Newman run down to the ring. Kurt begins firing fists away on Jay Reynolds as Floyd tackles Gabreal down to the ground then out of the ring while Storm grabs a hammer, lifts it up to make a pancake out of Derek’s head. Floyd grabs Storm's hammer out of his hands and connects in his mid-section. Security runs down to the ring as the fans start cheering loudly. EMT’s rush down with them to recover Derek Wellings and Shadow Man but the People’s Champion gets up and fights off the EMT’s and joins the fight with, Floyd and Kurt, as he attacks Mark Storm.

Scott Caan: Folks, we’re out of time! This match was so close to ending and all Hell broke loose because of Project Chaos, Madison Mitchell, Floyd Shooter and Kurt Newman!

David Arquette: Ladies and gentlemen, for Scott Caan, I’m David Arquette and this is EWC Friday Night Rampage. Good night!

By now 50 security guards are in the ring but each wrestler is firing stiff shots and swing weapons at the guards.

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

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

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

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Shadow Man picks up a spatula and begins to scoop ground beef...

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

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

Screams are heard loudly as the truck explodes into flames!

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

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

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

Xplode: Still laughing now?

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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.

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Suddenly three men wearing masks walk out onto the ramp.

Piven: Wait a minute...

Aiello: Who are these guys!?

The three men casually make their way to the ring as Newman and Creed begin to move around and try and get to their feet. The three men each grab a chair from ringside.

Aiello: Wait, wait... What are these guys doing?!

Piven: This doesn't look good at all...

The men surround the ring and enter. They then begin to relentlessly beat down on Newman and Creed. They pick up Creed and throw him into a chairshot. They do they same to Newman. Creed is busted open and is bleeding profusely.
Referees and officials all run down the ramp and pry the men off of Newman and Creed.
They check on the superstars, who are completely motionless and knocked out.

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Kash and Newman glare at one another. Finally, Kash backs away and hops out of the ring. He then walks up the rampway as Kurt Newman watches him.

President Mac: Thank you. Now if you will excuse me.. I've got a crazed Mexican to find

Kash reaches the stage when suddenly, Kurt Newman speaks.

Kurt Newman: HEY KASH?!

James Kash turns around and looks in his direction.

Kurt Newman: This isn't over.. trust me.

Kash smiles.

James Kash: Good.

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The feed begins to experience static...




The feed fades out of the static and we see...





....Shadow Man! Seated behind a large card board box, Shadow Man kicks his feet up, causing the box to crush slightly. Leaning back in his metal chair with a loud creak, Shadow smiles as the feed zooms in on his large hi top shoes. Shadow Man laughs and grabs the camera feed, raising it higher so that the viewer can see his face.

Shadow Man: Helllllllllllllllo Foks! It's Shadey here! Well, last week, my good friend President Mac asked me to make an important decision! This was a decision that I didn't take lightly. It involves me, your loving and friendly neighborhood taco slinger against our General Manager, the ever angry and heavily wrinkled leader of the Coalition.. Xplode. Now as you know, you.. the fans.. and I have been through a lot together over the years. We have faced the absolute best in the industry, and defeated them. You could say we are like Batman and Robin.. with a whole lot of tacos mixed in for good tasting measure. That being said, we have faced a lot of challenges..

Shadow Man takes a deep breath and stands up, pushing the card board box aside. He then walks over to a window that is closed, thick mini blinds blocking any view to the outside world. Shadow Man smiles at the window, and then at the viewer.

Shadow Man: So, as I said, we have taken on the best.. not including Derek Wellings.. and lived to tell of that tale. Together, we have been the symbol of the EWC.. the absolute vision for the company.. and that's pretty cool. It only makes sense that I am the one to save the company in it's time of need, because let's face it.. I am the EWC. Sure, BDC may make that claim. Others will too.. including my good buddy, President Mac.. but rest assured.. this is Shadey's world and I am taking you ALLLLLLLLLLL for the ride! So, let's get down to business.

Shadow Man grabs the cord that opens the mini blinds, but does not pull it.

Shadow Man: At Night of Champions, I considered many possible stipulations for my match against Xplode, but only one seemed appropriate. Xplode never works alone, and his little butt buddies are never too far behind when he needs to enact some dastardly plan or action. That being said, I have chosen to face Xplode in a match type that would keep them away. Metal walls will keep the Coalition at bay.. as Xplode and I square off in a HELL IN A CELL MATCH!

Shadow Man smiles.

Shadow Man: Now, before you all say it, I know that I am basically adopting the Coalition way of life by fighting in the cage. I get it.. but sometimes you have to walk through hell to take on the devil himself, right? I will save this company once and for all, inside the cage, and set things right once again. Shadow Man to the rescue!! Then we can rebuild this place once again... like this.

Shadow Man pulls the cord of the mini blinds, exposing the outside world. Parked in the distance is a large taco truck. Work crews tend to it, rebuilding the vehicle, as they add a second floor to the truck where people can eat!

Shadow Man: That's right! Shadow Man's Mobile Taco Emporium is being rebuilt and will be destined to be better than ever.. just like the EWC will be! Xplode.. you can try to destroy us, but items can be replaced. You, on the other hand.. will not be. See you soon, sweetie!

The feed fades out as the camera zooms in on the construction and welding crew as they work on the taco truck in the distance.

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THE FEED FADES TO BLACK and TEXT FADES ON TO SCREEN:

The feed fades to commercial break as two contrasting shots of Xplode and President Mac ends the video package.

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MATCH 7

LUCY MIDDLEY Vs ALEX PENNINGTON

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"The Nameless" by Slipknot hits the PA system and sparks shoot up from the ramp. Smoke begins to fill the entrance way as Alex Pennington comes through throwing punches left and right. Letting out a roar like a lion he starts to rush the ring. Alex slides underneath the bottom rope and up to his feet.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first... From Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 265lbs... Alex Pennington!!!

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: And from Montpelier, Vermont... LUCY MIDDLEY!!!

With the distinct size advantage so apparent, Pennington cracks a smirk. Lucy and Alex stand across the ring from each other when the bell rings. Pennington charges at Lucy, who quickly ducks out of the way and gets out of the ring. The crowd boos her at ringside and she begins to mouth of to them. Pennington tries to get out of the ring to get her, but the referee doesn't allow him. He gets frustrated and leaves the ring behind the ref's back. Lucy notices this and begins to run. Pennington chases her around the ring once before she slides in the ring. And, as Pennington enters the ring after her, Lucy drops an elbow onto his back. She begins to stomp on his back and drops a huge knee onto the spine.

Piven: What a smart move by Middley!

Aiello: I would say it was very cowardly of her...

Piven: How!? She's taking advantage of the situation, that's what makes her so good in the ring!

Lucy continues to stomp on Pennington. The referee pulls her off of him. She pushes the referee off of her and goes to begin to stomp on him again, until Pennington throws her off of him. She looks up to see Alex running towards her. He picks her up and connects with a suplex. He stands up instantly and stretches out his back. Lucy has rolled out of the ring once more and is using the barricade to stand herself back up. She shakes the cobwebs off and looks towards the crowd who are bad mouthing her. Unbeknownst to her, Pennington has rolled out of the ring as well. He rushes over to her and clotheslines her down to the ground. The referee is at the count of 4 when he picks her up again. He rolls her into the ring. He rolls in the ring after her and goes for a cover.

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Aiello: Ooo, super close there for Lucy.

Lucy gets to her knees once Alex turns back towards his opponent. He grabs her and tries to go for a powerbomb, but she wiggles out of it and Irish Whips him into the corner. She runs and hits a Stinger Splash, followed by multiple body and head blows. The crowd boos louder and louder with every punch. A "Middley Sucks!" chants echoes out through the arena. Lucy takes offense and yells out at the crowd. She turns back to her opponent but is grabbed from behind and is hit bby a reverse DDT from Alex. He goes for another cover.

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Aiello: Lucy let the crowd get the best of her there.

Piven: I'll say... She's gotta stay focused if she plans on winning this thing...

Pennington slaps on a side headlock. Lucy stands, and makes her way to the ropes. The ref breaks him off. Lucy runs towards Pennington and uses her agility to hit a running bodyscissors to lead into a crucifix submission lock, stretching out the huge frame of Pennington, hurting his arms and his back. He drops to one knee and is losing strength quickly.

Aiello: This is a brutal submission hold, being applied to Pennington from Lucy!

Piven: She might make him pass out!

The referee begins to check on Pennington. He has no other choice but to start to count to 10. At the count of 8 Pennington springs to life. He stands back up onto both feet and falls backwards to break the hold and hit a Samoan Drop. The crowd pops loudly. Pennington and Lucy begin to crawl to the ropes and make their way to their feet. Alex turns and tries to hit the "Tarpoon". But Lucy ducks out of the way and it sends Pennington flying out through the second and top rope out to the floor. Lucy lays up in the corner, exhausted. She picks herself up and looks out to the floor and bounces off the opposite ropes and leaps over the top rope and connects with a vaulting body press.

Piven: What a move by Lucy! Listen to this place go crazy!

Aiello: Those are boos you're hearing, Piven.

Lucy picks herself up to her feet using the ring apron. She rolls back into the ring at the count of 5. She lays out as the ref begins to count. Pennington doesn't even start to move until the count of 7. When the referee's count gets to 9, Pennington just barely rolls himself into the ring. The crowd collectively lets out a sigh of relief. The two opponents lay in the middle of the ring for a couple moments but then get to their feet slowly but surely. Pennington connects with some straight shots to the head and bounces his opponent off the ropes. On the rebound, he catches her and spins her around into a snap powerslam. He stays for the pin.

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Pennington looks to the referee and asks if it was a three count. But the ref shows him two. Alex gets disappointed and stands up. He picks Lucy up and starts to give her a few shots to the head again. But she fights back. They trade shots back and forth, prompting "yays! ... boos!" from the crowd. Lucy gets a couple in a row to the face. But Alex kicks her in the gut. He picks Lucy up onto his shoulders looking for the "Widow Maker". Lucy wiggles out from his grasp and hits the "Critical Chance" out of nowhere. She falls on top of her opponent for the pin.

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Aiello: So close there!

Piven: I thought she had him!

Lucy rolls off of Alex and lays face down on the mat. Pennington rolls over to the corner of the ring. Middley stands up and backs herself into the opposite corner of the ring than Alex. With his head prompted up on the first turnbuckle, Lucy runs and puts her foot into the face of Pennington. Alex seems completely unconscious. Lucy drags him slowly into the middle of the ring. She goes for a pin.

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Piven: Oh wow! Come on...

Aiello: This match is so close! Right from the get-go.

Piven: At this rate, these two will completely wear themselves out by all of the big moves they're hitting.

At this point, Lucy has gotten herself out to the apron. She looks to the top rope and climbs up. She stands on the top rope with her back facing her opponent and flips and connects with a "Penultimate Finish". Once it hits, Middley doesn't pin. She is so worn out she lays out next to her opponent. The referee begins his 10 count.

Piven: This one could be over!

Aiello: I hope not. This match is very entertaining and deserves a winner!

At the count of 8, Middley throws her arm on top of her opponent, going for the pin.

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They both lay there in the middle of the ring. The crowd popping for Pennington's kick out.

Aiello: My god, these two are resilient.

Piven: What will it take for one of these two to just stay down??

Lucy picks her opponent up. She bounces herself off the ropes, looking for the "Critical Chance" one last time, but she misses widely as Pennington ducks underneath. He lifts her up on his shoulders and connects the "Widow Maker". He goes for a pin immediately with the crowd popping.

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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... ALEX PENNINGTON!!!!

"The Nameless" by Slipknot blasts from the speakers in the arena and Pennington's arm is raised in victory.

Aiello: What a match, and the big man comes out with the victory!

Piven: I could've sworn Lucy would've won that one...

The camera feed cuts out on Pennington celebrating on the middle rope in the corner.

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BACKSTAGE

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Cut to Interviewer Ace Heart backstage in front of a locker room door, mic in hand.

Ace Heart: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m trying to get a word with Smith Jones following the surprising absence of the stunning strategist Candice Bergetz at ringside tonight for the match against Chris Maverick. This is indeed their locker room, but it doesn’t sound like anyone’s--

Just then, Smith comes walking down the hall to his locker room, met unexpectedly by Ace Heart. Smith is not in the mood.

Smith Jones: This is not the time, Ace.

Ace Heart: Smith, everyone wants to know… Where is Candice?

Smith’s face becomes a tight grimace as he stares off at nothing and thinks about the last moment he saw her just a few short hours ago at the hotel. He wonders where she might be right now. He takes a deeeeeep breath and looks into Ace’s eyes.

Smith Jones: She’s not here.

With that, Smith goes into his locker room and slams the door. Ace looks into camera.

Ace Heart: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid that’s all I’ve got for you at this time.

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MATCH 8

EMMA LOCKHEART Vs JUSTIN MATTHEWS

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TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES FROM OUR STUDIO IN CANADA CAUSED THIS MATCH TO DROP OUT DURING BROADCAST. AN ALTERNATE FEED OF THE MATCH WILL BE POSTED LATER TONIGHT AT EWC.TV

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MATCH 9

TAG TEAM - NON TITLE MATCH

SAM ATTIC & JAMES KASH Vs KURT NEWMAN (C) & NATHAN CREED (C)

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

Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen, we've just gotten word that tonight's tag match has, shall we say, already started?

Piven: As soon as these two teams saw each other backstage, they just started ripping into each other. Man, it's getting ugly back there.

In fact, as the EWC-tron opens up to the backstage area, Kurt Newman is currently choking Sam Attic by the Coke machine, while Creed and Kash trade blows. Kash gets the upper-hand, striking the U.S. Champ in the abdomen with a kneestrike, then whips him hard into the vending machine, causing Dr. Pepper cans to come rolling out. Kash cracks up a can, takes a drink, then spits it in Nathan's fans before cracking him upside the temple with the can.

I don't think this is how our sponsor, Dr. Pepper, would prefer their product being placed on EWC TV.

Piven: It's impactful advertising; it really gets in the face of it's target demographic.

Newman keep on working Sam, knocking him back with a European Uppercut, before he sends Attic crashing onto the concrete with a snap suplex. He then goes over and pulls Kash off Creed, head-butting him, then grabs him by the ears and starts twisting at them. Kash is on one knee, reeling, but Attic recovers and comes to his aid, chop-blocking Newman in the knee. Kash takes advantage, and hits the Pay Day on the bare floor.

Aiello: Good God: Newman might be out cold.

Piven: This is how bad the war's gotten; Newman and X's Coalition can't even make their way to the ring without starting some beef.

Attic begins to choke Creed with his boot-heel, stepping on his neck. Him and Kash pick him up, and try to whip him into the soda machine again, but Creed digs his heels in. They try again, but Creed slips out. He wraps his arms around their heads, and both Kash and Attic get a DDT on the floor at the same time!

Aiello: Creed pulls a fast one on Kash and Attic, barely a couple of minutes into the fight, and both squads are tearing into each other,

Piven: Forget winning the match; at this point, whoever can walk away whole after this one should feel lucky.

Creed checks up on Newman; but both soon start arguing over who needs to pick up the slack. It's obvious both men still have kinks in their teamwork to work out. Never-the-less, Creed picks up Attic, and Newman has Kash by the hair, and they start dragging their rivals out to the ring; the fans already in a frenzy. Kurt starts laying into Kash about 10 feet from the ring with combos; Kash manages to grab a hold of Newman in mid-kick, but gets suckered by an enziguri! Meanwhile, Creed is using Sam like a speed bag, but when he tries to slam his head into the guardrail, Sam elbows him in the gut, then, plants Creed face first into the steel railing. Sam Attic under-hooks Creed's arms, and delivers a devastating butterfly suplex onto the steel ramp. Back to Newman, who tries to throw Kash into the corner post, but Kash reverses, and sends Kurt face first into the metal instead. Kurt has blood gushing from his mouth.

Aiello: First blood drawn by James Kash; folks, I've just gotten GM Xplode's made this a tornado tag falls count anywhere, so not only is every man in this one now legal, any pinfall, any angle, is legal, too.

Piven: Smart move from our GM; no way this was going to be contained by normal restraints.

Attic is now dragging Nate Creed to the ring, and taunts him with a one finger salute before he bites him in the forehead. Creed clutches his forehead in pain as Sam laughs maniacally before grabbing a steel chair. He smashes Creed in the ribs with the chair, then drops it on the floor, trying to DDT the U.S. Champion head first onto it. But Creed begins punching on Sam's ribs, and after Sam relents, Creed headbutts him, scoops him up into a slam position, then, charges at the ringpost with Sam in his arms like laundry, driving his spine into the post before hitting a powerslam. The first cover by the U.S. Champ...

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Newman wastes little time himself. He grabs a boat oar from a fan (It's St. John's; they pretty much live in the water,) and cracks James Kash in the shins with it, forcing the moneyed mercenary to buckle to his knees. The oar breaks, and Newman takes the jagged , broken end, and starts grinding it into Kash's forehead, causing a cut.

Aiello: Don't get Newman's love for the fans and showboating fool you, folks; properly motivated, this guy is one vicious mutt.

Piven: These boat jockeys in St. John's are eating this up; this is insane.

Creed grabs Attic by the hair and begins to pick him up, but Attic drops to his knees and uppercuts Nathan in the groin. While Creed cusps his jewels in pain, Attic wearily scampers near the apron, and pulls out a cheese grater.

Piven: I hope he's planning on using that to grate fresh parmesan for spaghetti night!

Nope; instead, Attic starts raking Creeds back, leaving nasty cuts on him.

Aiello: Hey! That's my cheese grater! I've been looking for that thing for weeks!

With his back a crimson mess, Creed clutches it in agony. Sam Attic with a waistlock from behind, looking like a belly to back suplex; instead, he drops Nate Creed onto the guard rail groin first!

Piven: I guess Sam figures; hell, since I'm grating cheese, might as well scramble a few eggs while I'm at it!

Creed falls into the crowd, with Sam behind him. Meanwhile, Newman's got another chair, and he sets it up in front of a wounded James Kash. Kurt gets a running start, and tries to use the chair a springboard for a Shining Wizard, but Kash clotheslines him in midair, sending Kurt plummeting to Earth. Kash, face now masked in red. picks Newman back up, punts him in the stomach...AND NEARLY BREAKS NEWMAN IN HALF WITH A POWERBOMB ONTO THE CHAIR!!

CROWD:HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Piven: Once again; that's why we can't have nice stuff around here!

Kash is understandably slow to cover him; he's bleeding badly, but he makes the pin attempt...

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Aiello: How did he...holy...he managed to kick out of that!

CROWD: NEWMAN! NEWMAN! NEWMAN!

Back to Attic, who is taunting Nathan while slapping him on the ground. He boots him in the head, then stomps on his hand. They're now fighting near a door in the back of the arena marked "Maintenance". Cockily, Sam rummages through a bin and produces some light fixtures, which he uses to smash Creed upside the head. Sam continues to taunt the US Champ. He picks him up, tries to whip him into the door, but Creed counters....NATE CREED PUTS SAM ATTIC THROUGH A PRODUCTION TABLE WITH THE CREEDO!!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Aiello: Both men are down, and it now looks like it's up to either Newman or Kash to finish this fight!

Back to Kash, he's looking to finish off Newman in the ring. He goes to pick him up...but Newman counters with a little Eat the Feet action! Kash hits the mat, and both men are down!

After 15, 20 seconds, both bloodied warriors stumble to their feet like drunkards in the street. Kash strikes first, delivering a side knee to the abdomen, he sets the I.C. Champ up for The Payoff, but he can't maintain his hold. Newman falls behind him, turns him around and delivers a kick to his gut...his hold on Kash's unstable, but Newman....

NEWMAN LANDS THE OMFG! REF EARL HEBNER MAKES THE COUNT!!

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Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen...your winners, via pinfall....KURT NEWMAN and NATHAN CREED!!

Aiello: EMT'S are scrambling to all four to check on them; these guys were trying to kill each other.

The feed cuts to ringside with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven as the EMT's help the four combatants to the backstage area.

Piven: This war's getting real bad, JoJo! Newman, Creed, and the Coalition were all out for blood today. A un-freakin'-believably good match, but, how far is this going to go?

Aiello: I don't know, Jeremy, but, all I know is, before it's all said and done, we may need more EMT's at our shows, the way it's been going!

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RINGSIDE

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The lights dim down, the crowd starts buzzing wondering what’s going on. Newman and Creed talk amongst themselves, readying themselves for whatever is going to happen. The base hits as “Evil Ways” by Blue Saraceno hits, and the crowd erupts! The words “Trust No One” appear up on the mega tron. 

Piven : Luke Wolfe! Luke Wolfe is here inside the Mile One Center! 

Creed and Newman stop talking as Kurt slowly walks towards the ropes, almost in disbelief at the sound of Luke Wolfe’s music. A few seconds later Luke Wolfe walks out on stage, the two lock eyes, and neither of them waver. Kurt Newman can be seen shouting at Luke but his words are inaudible with the music playing through the arena as he waves for Luke to come down to the ring. Luke doesn’t move a muscle he just stands there stone faced.

Aiello: We might have a preview of our upcoming International Championship match right here! 

Piven: Why doesn’t Luke make a move? 

Aiello: There is two of them in the ring, what’s he supposed to do? Run right into an ambush? 

The music continues to play, as Luke starts to make his way down to the ring, the crowd erupts as Luke gets closer to the ring. He walks up the steps, stepping through the ropes, and slowly walks over and stands face to face with Kurt Newman. Luke’s gaze never wavers, he never speaks a word, Newman shouting trash talk right in Luke’s face, as Creed stands back confused as hell. 

Piven: Just what exactly are we seeing here?

Luke’s music stops, as the two men stand nose to nose neither of them making a move. Slowly… Luke takes a step back, and walks out of the ring, jumping down off the apron, as he makes his way back up the ramp. Newman shouts at Luke, but he only ignores him as he walks backstage his facial expression never changing. The crowd is stunned at what’s just happened. Both Newman and Creed walk up the ramp and in to the back, each visibly confused by Luke’s tactics. 

Piven: What is going on here? One second it looks like we are going to have a brawl between Luke and Kurt, the next second Luke just leaves?

Aiello: Have you heard about Luke’s past? I hear it’s left him a bit messed up in the head. 

Piven: Yeeeeaaahhh… I don’t think that’s what happened here.

Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du

The crowd start to chant that part of the song out loud. As the lights goes out as Fall Out Boy Centuries came blasting on.

Joe Aiello: Well folks, we were supposed to have our Main Event, but it looks like we have one more interruption before that can get underway. 

Jeremy Piven: Interruption? Don't you mean our EWC Champion has something to say? 

They look up at the ramp standing there with a smoke surround her was Ruthless Aggression walking out among the smoke. Ruthann stood up on the ramp taking in the crowd as they were singing her theme song. She walks down the ramp playing with the fans towards the ring. She smirks climbing inside of the ring throwing the belt up in the air. The crowd chant for her some more as she motion walks over to the side. She lean over the rope placing the title over her shoulder with a bit of a smirk on her face. 

“I believe many felt me coming out here I would be in a different type of mode. I did just lose my match a couple of days ago against Gabreal of Chaos.”

The crowd start to boos as she just smile a bit. 

“Well I am still in a good mood. You have to understand something a record is meant to be broken. A record isn’t something that someone can keep on going forever. I am not  happy that a Chaos member broke it well that another story but what I am going to do about. I am not going to be like a certain wrestler in the past that would whine and cry about a lost. I just going to grow and learn from it. So that is what I am going to do.” 

She nods a bit. 

“Now there is something more important that I came out here to talk about. That is towards the two men tonight who is in the finals for a shot against me at Night of Champions. Right now these men are in the back getting their minds ready for this match that is about to come up next. I just want to wish them both Good Luck because whoever I face at Night of Champions. You might not believe I will be ready for your guys. You will be dumb to think I am not. Everyone around know when you step inside of the ring with me. You better get ready to....” 

She point out to the crowd as they shout. 

“LET THE BLOOOD FLOW!” 

Ruthann smirks as she spoke into the microphone. 

“You got that right!” 

She walks over to the ropes climbing out of the ring walking over to a corner sitting there with her legs cross leaning back watching the match.

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NON TITLE

TONY SAVAGE

Vs

DEREK WELLINGS (C)
WINNER FACES RUTHLESS AGGRESSION AT NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS FOR THE EWC CHAMPIONSHIP 

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following matchup is scheduled for one fall and is the Finals in the EWC Championship Tournament to crown the Number One Contender to the EWC Championship!!!

Aiello: You already know that this match here is going to be full of action.

Piven: That’s right, both Tony Savage and Derek Wellings want to become the Number One Contender to the EWC Championship and it’s going to be brutal.

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 Airborne Ranger’ Derek Wellings!!!

Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen it’s time for Derek Wellings and Tony Savage to lock it up in the middle of the ring.

Piven: Derek Wellings has said it’s his dream to become the EWC Champion, can he get one step closer by winning the Number One Contendership Tonight?

“Sinister Kid” by The Black Keys hits the arena as the fans cheer loudly. The roar of a Harley Davidson Fat Boy Lo fills the arena drowning out the music as Tony Savage rolls out onto the stage. He stops at the top of the ramp revving the engine before rolling down the entrance ramp.

Jessica Stroup: Standing in at six feet three inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, residing from Atlantic City, New Jersey, EWC's Official Bail Bondsman ‘The Atlanta Falcon’ Tony Savage!!!

Tony makes his way around the ring and stops the bike next to the announcers table. He revs 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.

Piven: He’s such an asshole, but you’re looking at your winner of the evening tonight. Tony Savage will show Derek Wellings how to take care of business.

Aiello: This isn’t Wellings’s first rodeo and I know he can take care of himself in the ring, this is anybody’s ball game.

Bell Rings: Tony Savage and Derek Wellings circle around the ring at the sound of the bell before locking up in the middle. Wellings uses his size to his advantage and pushes Savage to the nearest corner. The ref gets in between them as Wellings throws his arms into the air slowly stepping back. The ref moves as Wellings lunges forward and slaps Savage across the face before driving his elbow into his throat. The ref starts to make the count, but Wellings keeps the choke intact letting go at the count of four. Wellings grabs Savage and sends him across the ring with an irish whip following behind him and connecting with a body splash as Savage hits the corner. Wellings grabs the head of Savage and charges to the middle of the ring connecting with a bulldog. Wellings makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Savage kicks out right at the count of one. Wellings guides Savage back up to his feet and is instantly met with a back elbow to the lower jaw. Wellings grabs at Savage once again, but eats another back elbow to the jaw. Savage steps forward before connecting with a spinning backfist knocking Wellings down to the mat. Savage hooks the legs of Wellings for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Wellings kicks out at the count of one.

Piven: Derek Wellings started this match off with a bit of a mean streak to him.

Aiello: Tony Savage turned things around with two back elbow shots to the jaw followed up with that nasty spinning backfist.

Savage guides Wellings back up to his feet and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Wellings bounces back and takes Savage down to the mat with a hard clothesline. Wellings continues across the ring bouncing off the ropes and connecting with an elbow drop across the sternum of Savage. Wellings guides Savage back up to his feet and catches him with a knife edge chop across the chest. Wellings fires another knife edge chop across Savage’s chest before sending him to the corner with an irish whip. Wellings charges forward and connects with a body splash as Savage falls limp in the corner. Wellings sets up across the ring and points at Savage before charging full throttle again looking for another body splash. Savage steps out of the corner and catches Wellings with a drop toe hold sending him face first into the bottom turnbuckle. Savage stays on the attack with foot stomps across the knee of Wellings keeping him grounded on the mat. Savage grabs the right leg of Wellings and lifts it into the air before slamming it knee first into the mat. Wellings grabs his knee in pain as Savage pulls Wellings closer to the ropes placing his right leg on the bottom rope. Savage places his feet on the second rope before jumping in the air and landing across Wellings knee as he screams out from the pain.

Aiello: Derek Wellings tried to turn things around after that clothesline and the elbow drop, but Tony Savage wasn’t having it.

Piven: Tony Savage countered the second body splash into a drop toe hold and now has Wellings down on the mat after attacking his knee.

Savage locks on a kneebar and applies the pressure as Wellings continues to yell out from the pain. Wellings starts to slowly crawl his way to the ropes as Savage continues to apply the pressure. Wellings is within grasp of the ropes and with all his strength he reaches forward and manages to grab the bottom rope. The ref tells Savage to break the hold, but he keeps it locked in as the ref starts to make the count. The ref reaches the count of four as Savage releases the hold and slowly makes his way back to his feet. Wellings slides to the outside to regain his senses and shake off the attack to his right knee. Savage tries to go to the outside, but the ref stands in his way. Savage manages to slide by the ref and rolls to the outside as the ref starts the ten count. The ref reaches the count of two as Savage makes his way around the ring and locks eyes with Wellings. Savage charges forward, but Wellings side steps him and quickly grabs him by his head and sends him shoulder first into the outside ring post. The ref reaches the count of four as Wellings guides Savage back to his feet and sends him into the ring post once more for good measure. Wellings rolls into the ring at the count of six and quickly rolls back out forcing the ref to re-start the count.

Aiello: Just like that folks and Derek Wellings is now in control of his this match.

Piven: Wellings going to a bit of extreme measures here by sending Savage into the outside ring post shoulder first twice.

The ref reaches the count of two as Wellings grabs Savage by his head and pulls him back up to his feet. Wellings sends Savage face first into the ring post before rolling him back into the ring at the count of five. Wellings taunts the fans and shakes out his knee as he slowly crawls into the ring stopping the ref’s count. Wellings mounts the chest of Savage and drills his face in with big right and left hands. Wellings reaches back and grabs the leg of Savage for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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Piven: That’s completely uncalled for, Wellings is trying to dislocate the arm of Savage.

Aiello: This match is for the EWC Championship Number One Contendership and Derek Wellings is proving that he’ll do whatever it takes to get it.

Wellings grabs Savage by his hair and slowly pulls him back up to his feet. Savage catches Wellings off guard with a back elbow to the face and grabs Wellings by his hair and pulls him across his knee with a back breaker taking him down to the mat. Savage drives his foot deep into the sternum of Wellings as he rolls around in the ring from the agony. Savage makes his way over to the corner and uses the ropes to help stretch out his left arm. Savage shakes his arm loose as Wellings slowly makes his way back to his feet. Savage charges forward and connects with a spinning heel kick taking Wellings down to the mat. Savage quickly guides Wellings back to his feet and sends him back down to the mat with a shin breaker to the right knee. Wellings grabs his knee as Savage quickly rolls him over and grabs that right knee lifting Wellings into the air and quickly driving him back down to the mat knee first. Wellings grabs the knee in pain as Savage quickly pulls him back up into the air and drives him back down to the mat knee first. Savage grabs the legs of Wellings and quickly locks in the Russian Sambo Calf Crush in the middle of the ring. Wellings immediately comes to life with the pain clearly across his face as Savage applies the pressure.

Piven: That’s it Joe, I told you from the get go that Savage was going to be victorious tonight, there is no way he’s getting out of that.

Aiello: That is one nasty knee submission right there, if Wellings can’t get to the ropes that could be it.

Wellings immediately starts crawling towards the ropes dragging Savage behind him. Savage applies the pressure once more and Wellings screams out from the pain, but fights through it and just manages to grab the bottom rope. Savage keeps the hold applied as the ref starts to make the count and Savage releases the hold at the count of four. Savage makes his way back up to his feet as Wellings holds his knee down on the mat. Savage guides Wellings back up to his feet and is instantly met with a toe kick from his good leg. Wellings grabs Savage by the throat and lifts him into the air before slamming him down on the mat with a chokeslam. Welling makes his way over to the corner and stretches out his right leg. Wellings applies his weight to his right leg and takes a few steps forward working out the kinks. Savage slowly starts to make his way back up to his feet as Wellings drives his foot into the temple of Savage. Wellings guides Savage up to his feet and pulls him across his back before slamming him back down on the mat with a Samoan Drop. Wellings pulls Savage back up to his feet and locks him in a full nelson before taking him down to the mat with a full nelson slam. Wellings hooks the legs of Savage for the cover as the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Savage kicks out at the count of two.

Aiello: Neither one of these men knows the word quit and they will keep going until they psychically can’t answer the three count.

Piven: Wellings dishing out the punishment after Tony Savage was trying to take out his legs, this is still anybody’s ball game.

Aiello: EWC Universe don't go anywhere, we'll be right back after this short commercial break.

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Aiello: That was our very last commercial of the evening folks.

Piven: We're not leaving the air until we have our Number One Contender to the EWC Championship.

Wellings guides Savage back up to his feet and sends him to the corner with an irish whip. Wellings charges forward and connects with a clothesline across the chest of Savage. Wellings sits Savage up on the top rope and climbs up to the top rope after him. Wellings pulls Savage up to his feet on the top turnbuckle before hooking his arm over the neck of Savage. Wellings than lifts Savage high into the air and plants him flat out on his back with a superplex. Wellings feels the impact as well and is slow to make his way back up to his feet. Wellings makes the quick cover on Savage as the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Savage kicks out right at the count of two. Wellings hits the mat out of frustration before making his way back up to his feet and grabbing Savage by his hair pulling him back up to his feet. Wellings drives his foot into the midsection of Savage before charging towards the ropes. Wellings bounces back as Savage explodes forward connecting with a vicious spear to the midsection of Welling taking him down to the mat. Savage makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Wellings kicks out right at the count of two.

Aiello: I thought Derek Wellings had this match won after that Superplex, but he only found a two count.

Piven: Did you hear how hard Tony Savage hit Derek Wellings with that spear, both of these men what the win here tonight and they’re proving it.

Savage makes his way back up to his feet and waits as Wellings slowly starts to stir down on the mat. Wellings makes his way back up to his feet and walks right into a double axe handle from Savage. Wellings hits the mat and quickly makes his way back up to his feet walking right into another double axe handle from Savage taking him back down to the mat. Wellings pops back up to his feet and turns to face Savage walking right into a huge Superman Punch. Savage makes the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Wellings kicks out after the count of two. Savage slowly makes his way back up to his feet and stomps the limbs of Wellings before driving his foot deep into his midsection. Savage smirks to the crowd as they begin to cheer loudly. Savage gets down to the mat and mounts the chest of Wellings grabbing him by his head. With his free arm Savage unloads with repeated elbow strikes to the face of Wellings connecting with the Savage Beatdown in the middle of the ring. Savage hooks the legs of Wellings for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Wellings kicks out before the count of three.

Piven: Tony Savage all over Derek Wellings who connected with both the Superman Punch and the Savage Beatdown in the middle of the ring.

Aiello: No matter how impressive Tony Savage just was, it still wasn’t enough to take out ‘The Airborne Ranger’ Derek Wellings.

Savage makes his way back up to his feet and grabs Wellings pulling him back up to his own feet. Savage connects with a stiff body shot to Wellings causing him to buckle over. Savage sets up across the ring patiently waiting for Wellings to stand tall. Wellings pushes off his knee and lifts his torso into the air as Savage charges forward and attempts the rolling elbow, but Wellings ducks the attempt and finds himself right behind Savage. Wellings grabs Savage around the neck before jumping into the air and bring his knees into the back of Savage before pulling him down to the mat for the lungblower. Wellings rolls over the body of Savage for the cover as the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Savage kicks out after the count of two. Wellings slams his fist against the mat before making his way back up to his feet and taunting to the crowd. Wellings grabs Savage by his hair and pulls him back up to his feet before driving his foot deep into his midsection. Wellings places the head of Savage between his legs before lifting him up onto his shoulders. Wellings charges forward before tossing Savage forward connecting with a Corner Powerbomb against the turnbuckles. Wellings pulls Savage to the middle of the ring and hooks his legs for the cover. The ref gets down to make the count

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but Savage kicks out before the count of three.

Aiello: This time around it was Derek Wellings who was all over Tony Savage.

Piven: It doesn’t matter Joe, Tony Savage kicked out of the lung blower and that Corner Powerbomb before the count of three.

Savage stands tall in the middle of the ring and takes the time to catch his breath. He makes his way over to Wellings before driving his foot deep into his midsection over and over again. Savage finally pulls Wellings up to his feet before firing a quick left jab to the face followed by another one. Savage throws a right handed haymaker to the ribs of Wellings as he buckles over from the pain. Savage throws his right arm into the air before jumping up and connecting with the bionic elbow across the cranium of Wellings. Savage grabs Wellings before he falls towards the mat and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Wellings bounces back right into a big Double A Spinebuster from Savage taking him down to the mat. Savage hooks his legs for the cover and the ref gets down to make the count,

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but Wellings gets his shoulder up before the count of three. Savage pulls Wellings up to his feet in a hurry, but Wellings pulls Savage across his shoulders before spinning around the ring half a dozen times with the airplane spin. Wellings rest against the nearest corner regaining his senses as Savage staggers around in the ring. Wellings runs forward jumping through the air bringing his knee into the face of Savage before grabbing him by the head and falling back to the mat with the Codebreaker. Wellings crawls over to Savage and lays across his chest for the cover as the ref gets down to make the count,

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

Aiello: Quit is just not in the vocabulary for these two men right here, no matter what they put each other through, they just won’t quit.

Piven: Hello the Number One Contendership to the EWC Championship is on the line, It’s Derek Wellings dream to become EWC Champion and Tony Savage feels the same exact way.

Aiello: This has truly been a war between these two, but how much more can both of these men take.

Wellings pulls Savage up to his feet and attempts a stiff kick to the midsection, but Savage rolls out of harm’s way. Wellings turns around to face Savage and instantly gets caught with the Pele Kick taking him down to the mat face first. Savage rolls to the outside of the ring reaching into the saddle back of his bike and pulls out his flask taking a swig. Savage rolls back into the ring as Welling slowly makes his way back to his feet and Savage sprays him in the face with the Moonshine Mist causing him to fall down to a knee. Savage than steps back and catches Wellings with a stiff superkick straight to the jaw of Wellings connecting with the Redneck Crowd Control in the middle of the ring. Savage waste no time grabbing Wellings by the head and locking in the Bond Restriction and applying the pressure. Wellings springs to life trying to fight out of the hold, but the more he struggles the tighter the Bond Restriction locks in. Wellings tries to fight out of it one more time but finally gives in and submits.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner of the matchup via submission and the Number One Contender to the EWC Championship, ‘The Atlanta Falcon’ Tony Savage!!!

Piven: I told you from the very beginning that Tony Savage would be victorious here tonight and there was nobody that could stop him, not even the Co-EWC Hardcore Champion Derek Wellings.

Aiello: Tony Savage wanted this victory and he went to war with Derek Wellings to get it.

“Sinister Kid” by The Black Keys hits the arena as Tony Savage stands over the fallen Derek Wellings as the ref raises Savage’s arm into the air causing the fans to cheer loudly. Savage makes his exit from the ring and walks over to his bike reaching in the side compartment. Savage pulls out his flask and takes a big swig before spraying it back into the air as the fans cheer even louder.

Piven: Tony Savage celebrating here tonight with a good ol swig of Moonshine. The fans are just in love with this guy after that hard fought victory.

Tony sits on his bike and fires the engine up as it roars to life. Savage revs the throttle as the engine roars over the cheers from the crowd. Savage drives around the ring and stops at the bottom of the ramp revving the throttle once again.

Aiello: He’s acting like he’s already won the EWC Championship, if he thought this matchup was a battle just wait until Night of Champions when he faces off against EWC Champion Ruthless Aggression.

Ruthless Aggression steps out in to the ring with the EWC Championship across her shoulder. She locks eyes with Tony Savage at the bottom of the ramp slowly raising the EWC Championship off her shoulder and lifting it into the air. Tony Savage motions the EWC Championship fitting around his waist as he revs the throttle once again as Monday Night Brawl goes off the air.

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