MNB #430 - MILWAUKEE

[President Mac]

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 430
JULY 20th 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}

Live from the UW-Milwaukee Panther Arena in Milwaukee, Wisconsin

EWC BRAWL
July 20th 2015
Live from the UW-Milwaukee Panther Arena in Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
SENIOR REF: Paul Turner
REFEREE: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: 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 428.

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. Sped up footage again then takes us through to Xplode, Ruthless Aggression, Mark Storm, Nathan Creed, Metal Black, Living Dead Karl and Sam Attic

This is followed by highlights of showcasing Monday Night Brawl Champions: Kurt Newman, Derek Wellings, Shadow Man and Tony Savage

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 UW-Milwaukee Panther Arena is electrifying.

Spotlights circle around the arena as the thousands of 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

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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 fans cheer loudly as the show opens with Joe Aiello and Jeremy Piven sitting at the announcers booth waiting to get things started

Joe Aiello: Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the Four-Hundred and Thirtieth edition of Monday Night Brawl. We are live here in Milwaukee, Wisconsin and the arena is rocking from end to end, waiting for the stacked card we have in store for you tonight.

Jeremy Piven: We have the debut of “The Canadian Controversy” Shawn Cage, Our Resident Zombie in Living Dead Karl, The Lovely Emma Louise, and of course the Black List will be in action tonight.

Aiello: It was a very special night indeed, Let’s not forget that we got Slade vs Shadow Man and of course our main event in Derek Wellings vs Tony Savage in a champion vs champion match.

Piven: We also will hopefully get the answer from former EWC GM Xplode over rather he will return to the ring or retire. And who knows what President Mac might have in store for us tonight.

Aiello: Well regardless of what Xplode does, the man is a living legend and has done a lot for not only our business but our company.

Piven I can’t wait to see what we have in store for Monday Night BRAWL, let’s get to the action.

Aiello: I agree, first up we have JTC making his quote unquote “Home Coming” versus the former twenty five time World Champion in Shawn Cage, the self-proclaimed Real World Champion of wrestling.. We will see what happens tonight, right after this quick message about EWC TV ... which really, everyone at home should have by now

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BACKSTAGE

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The camera cuts backstage to show Xavier Reid walking out of his locker room and being followed by the lovely Kat Vaughn, Ace Heart sees the pair and run straight at them, signaling the camera man to start rolling.-

Ace Heart: Excuse me, Xavier, I’m Ace Heart and I wanted to take a moment of your time…

Kat Vaughn: A moment…and only a moment…Xavier has better things to do than talk to the likes of you…

Xavier Reid: Easy Kat…this man is only doing his job…much like I did last week…

Ace Heart: Well we will start right there, this week you had some rather strong words for James Kash, showing no remorse for how things ended and some around here have to wonder, would you still have this bravado if James Kash was in fact here this week and not sitting back at home?

Xavier Reid: I realize I’m new to you and the EWC…but I’m not new to this business...I understand when a moment you are left with two options…watch as it passes you by…or step up and take moment…that’s just what I did last week…

Ace Heart: Against a man that was clearly hurt

Xavier Reid: Had the bell rung…had the referee stopped the match…was I instructed to go to my corner…

Ace Heart: No…

Xavier Reid: Then why would I stop the match because my opponent was down…

Ace Heart: Because it would have been the right thing to do…

Xavier Reid: How cute…the right thing to do was for me to go out there and get that win…to do anything and everything I can to get that win…James Kash was right there in front of me…waiting to be put down…so I did just that…I did what any man on this roster SHOULD have done…but now I get the stink eye from the boys in the back...I get the second looks from the guys in the suits walking around backstage…and I have to explain why I did this to the likes of you…

Ace Heart: Well we are here in the EWC are hoping for a speedy recovery for someone he had high hopes for…

Xavier Reid: And if he ever returns…and that’s a big IF…I’ll be here ready to finish him off once and for all…see this isn’t about making friends…I’m not here to be a good guy…one of the boys…I’m here to cement my name…to rewrite what the people of the EWC think as a star…

Ace Heart: Well tonight you get another chance to…um impress us…when you step into the ring with Living Dead Karl…

Xavier Reid: Another fine ‘superstar’ here in the EWC…

Ace Heart: He will be a test for you and after what had happened last week our first real glimpse of Xavier Reid.

Xavier Reid: See that’s the problem around here…you people have a nice little roster of good lads…not so bad guys…and you sit here and think of them as stars…you think that someone like Living Dead Karl is a threat to a man like me…that I will be tested…even an underdog against one of your guys…Kat here had to stand back here last week and listen to people…people that matter around here…wonder if I got lucky last week…if it had not been for that injury would Xavier Reid had gone down to James Kash…she stood here and held her tongue…at the ignorance running around back here…so tonight I walk out to that ring and you all will be standing around the TV watching to see if Xavier Reid can prove anything to you…if Xavier Reid belongs here…

Ace Heart: These are all valid questions Xavier…

Xavier Reid: And after I dispose of Living Dead Karl will I get the respect I deserve…will the parade of trash being booked against me stop…will I get a REAL star here in the EWC…

Ace Heart: Be careful what you ask for…you may just get it…

Xavier Reid: Oh Ace…I’m banking on it…

Kat giggles as she grabs Xavier by the hand and leads him away.

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MATCH 1
SHAWN CAGE Vs JTC

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Jessica Stroup: Our opening bout is a singles match scheduled for one fall!

"Violent Rhythm 2” By Linkin Park & Eminem plays throughout the arena, after the opening part of the song the arena fades into pitch black. As the music begins to pick up, the stage lights flash white in between the pitch blackness to match the beat of the guitar.

Shawn walks out from the back through a pyro like rain while the lights fade to a black light purplish red effect and huge amounts of red and silver pyro shoot out from the sides and top of the entrance way ramp following by two Canadian Flags eclipsing both sides of the entrance ramp as the music continued to play in the background over the sound system.

Shawn Cage has his attention focused on taking his time while walking down to the ring, slapping a few hands of fans at ringside and getting into the face of some of the fans who have choice words for him. He stops and looks around at the fans and gets a mixture of boos and cheers, he then makes his way to the ring. Once there he runs up the steel steps and onto the apron.

Jessica Stroup: Making their way to the ring first, hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 231 pounds...

He then grabs the top rope and flips over into the ring, stopping in the center of the ring as the fans boo and cheer, some throw random trash into the ring in an attempt to hit and others snap pictures of him as he taunts them with his last name is then spelled out in silver and red pyro behind him on a structure that was lowered from the rafters.

Jessica Stroup: “Sick and Twisted” Shawn Caaaaaage!

He then takes off his hoodie, earrings, lip and eyebrow ring and places it on the outside and then calls to a member of the ringside crew to come and grab his items, He then reaches into his pocket he pulls out a pair of padded MMA black gloves and begins to put them on and stretch out using the ring ropes, awaiting his opponent while slipping a mouth guard in-between his teeth.

Joe Aiello: Sick. Twisted. But calculated. THIS is Shawn Cage.

Jeremy Piven: Wow, he pay you to say that or are you sucking his dick for free?

Jessica Stroup: And the opponent...

“Phenomenal” by Eminem hits the pa system as smoke fills the stage.

Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Madison, Wisconsin...

JTC emerges from behind the curtain taunting the fans. They're indifferent.

Jessica Stroup: Weighing in at 238 pounds...

JTC slides into the ring.

Jessica Stroup: “The Bad Guy” Johnathan Thomas Cross!

Jeremy Piven: Seriously? “The Bad Guy”? I refuse to call him that.

Joe Aiello: And here we go! The ring bell hasn't even been hit, poor Ring Announcer still hasn't exited the ring, and Shawn Cage leaps at the opportunity to attack. JTC walks right into a crisp standing dropsault from Cage.

Shawn indeed gets the jump on his opponent, figuratively and literally, just before the bell sounds to start the match. Cage is to his feet first and connects with another standing dropsault that sends JTC into the corner. Shawn rises to his feet and is millimeters from connecting with a running European uppercut, but JTC slides out of the way. Cage's shoulder bounces off the top turnbuckle and he stumbles into several low kicks to the shins and knees from his opponent. Every time Cage tries to step forward, make a move, or otherwise grapple his opponent for the next minute or so is met with low kick after low kick after low kick. Shawn is becoming irritable and slightly sluggish. JTC goes for another sidestep into a kick to the midsection but Mr. Sick and Twisted catches The Bad Guy's leg. This sets him up to receive a swift kick to the back of the head.

Joe Aiello: Johnathan with the enziguri! He set cage up and whopped him hard in the back of the head. Cage is down!

Jeremy Piven: Don't count him out just yet. Shawn Cage is a gifted man and he'll find his spot. And that's when he'll strike.

Joe Aiello: What's this? JTC is administering a submission... the sleeper hold locked in to Shawn Cage.

Cross sits Cage up while taking a knee to lock in a stiff sleeper hold. Cage flails his arms about but Johnathan is very seriously screaming and gripping the face and neck regions of Mr. Sick and TWISTING the neck this way and that. This last a solid minute and a half long with Cage slowly but surely losing consciousness. The referee goes in to ask if Cage is going to submit and gets no response at all. The referee lifts the arm of Shawn Cage and drops it.

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Still no response as Cross calls for the referee to quickly do it two more times. He grips and he grips and Cage looks like the lights are on but nobody is home. And by 'the lights are on' we mean 'the lights are actually off' and the malice in JTC's eyes shows through. The referee grabs the arm and lets it flop down once more.

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Johnathan Cross is elated at this point. He seems completely convinced that he's about to be the first professional wrestler in at least thirty-some-odd years that's going to legitimately win a wrestling match after administering the sleeper hold. He actually thinks that. The referee lifts the arm and drops it again.

THE ARM COMES TO LIFE!

Joe Aiello: Here comes “The Violator”! The fans are kind of getting behind Shawn Cage here, but some are also behind Johnathan Thomas Cross so it's kind of hard to tell who they actually want to win this match.

Jeremy Piven: There has to actually be a wrestling match first, I imagine. Hurry up with this crap already.

Cage gets to one foot, connects with a back elbow to the gut of Cross, and both men run to the ropes with the submission still locked in. Cage looks to get himself out of it... but JTC drops to plants him on the back of his head with the sleeper hold still locked in! Cage gags. He simply can't take it anymore! He thumbs JTC in the eye out of pure frustration! Both men get up. Cage ducks a clothesline and turns right around right at the ropes. JTC does the same and is hurancanrana'd right over the top rope. Cage clutches the top rope and lands on the ring apron as Cross tumbles onto the padded outside only to roll into the guardrail. He bumbles around to get his footing, shaking and wobbling in the process, as Cage maps out his next move.

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Asai Moonsault from the second rope... meets padding as Cross gets the hell out of dodge for the second time! The crowd is indifferent.

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Joe Aiello: OH MY GOODNESS, PIVEN. JTC EVADES AGAIN!

Jeremy Piven: Cage went for the high-risk maneuver perhaps a little too soon there and it didn't quite pay off.

Joe Aiello: Both men are on the outside with neither having the advantage.

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Cross is first to stir.

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JTC slides into the ring, then back out to break the count much to the disdain of the referee. He grabs Cage by the back of the head and lifts him up enough to roll him into the ring. JTC follows. The crowd is indifferent. Johnathan stalks Cage.

Joe Aiello: It looks like – yes! – Johnathan is going for the Knock-Out Kick! Kick to the back of the knee... AND SUPERKICK TO THE – NO! – CAGE DUCKS THE SUPERKICK! CAGE DUCKS THE SUPERKICK!

Jeremy Piven: This is exactly what I was talking about. Lights out, Yawn-athan Taylor Thomas or whatever your name is. It's over. Get him, Cage! Get him!

Cage kicks JTC in the gut for the setup to his finisher, but Cross has him scouted and flees from the ring. Cage takes off after him and both men are running circles around the ring. Cross slides into the ring and connects with several kicks to the back, neck, and head of Cage, but it doesn't seem to be stopping the adrenaline-rage that is Cage's coming offense. Cage gets to his feet and blocks a right hand, kicks JTC in the gut, and plants him with a snap DDT. The crowd is really starting to get behind Cage. Sort of. Cage takes what he can get as he does his own stalking. Cross gets up. Another kick to the gut. Another snap DDT. Again he stalks his opponent. This time Cage grapples JTC and lifts him into a fisherman suplex.

Jeremy Piven: Oh, I've seen him do this before. He's going to keep it locked in and really drive 'em home. Textbook Shawn Cage. They don't call him “The Real Fucking Deal” for nothing. Bank on it. Bam! Second fisherman and he's still locked on the hold. Aaaaaaaaaaand ka-boom! Third fisherman. Now here's where he gets dangerous.

Joe Aiello: OH! Devastating fisherman's buster. This absolutely has to be it. Wait... Shawn Cage isn't pinning Cross?

Jeremy Piven: He's looking to make a statement, not that you know anything about that. Cross had him in that damn sleeper hold for an embarrassing amount of time. He's going to dominate Cross here. HERE WE GO!

Joe Aiello: CAGED EXPLOSION! CAGED EXPLOSION! THIS IS IT!

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Jessica Stroup: Here's your winner... Shawn Cage!

Cage has his hand raised in victory.

Joe Aiello: What a victory by Shawn Cage.. his future is sure looking bright here in the EWC with an impressive win right here. I am looking forward to see who he takes on next. Lets head backstage for a moment to see what's going on

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene cuts backstage in a candle lit locker room. On a table lays a bowl of pasta, some wine, and a couple of lit candles. On one side of the table sits Kurt, all dressed to kill and looking sexy as ever. On the other side of the table sits his International Title, shining in all it's glory.

In a Lady And The Tramp style of scene, Kurt has one end of a spaghetti strand in his mouth while the International Title has the end of  another spaghetti strand taped to it. Looking at the International Title in a sexy way, Kurt begins to suck on the spaghetti.

With every slurp, the spaghetti disappears and the strand gets even tighter. But the spaghetti strand doesn't get closer to the International Title, it gets closer to underneath the table. Kurt looks confused as he looks under the table and finds none other than Nirvana on the other side of the spaghetti strand. Bighting off the side of the spaghetti strand, he spits the rest of the spaghetti strand on Nirvana's face.

Kurt Newman: Damnit Nirvana!

With a smile on his face, Nirvana slurps up the spaghetti that's on his face.

Nirvana: Mmmmmm, tasty.

Nirvana grunts and lifts himself off of the floor. Wiping the sauce from his mask as he glances around and shrugs.

Nirvana: Red stuff on my mask.....reminds me of senior prom.

[President Mac]

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene switches to the backstage area, where Ace Heart stands next to the EWC's resident sack of shit Living Dead Karl... but ONLY because LDK is chained to a dolly which is held tilted in place by someone wearing a hazmat suit.

Ace Heart: "Living Dead Karl, how can you live with yourself after your attack on Griffin Hawkins? What sort of welcome was that for him, and after his first victory here?"

Living Dead Karl: "FIRST OF ALL, BITCH, like these fuckin' chains can even ho-hooold me, and SECOND of a-all, that motherfuckin' fruitcake raaaaan his mouth to the WRONGEST  motherfucker on the, the block!"

Ace Heart: "Griffin Hawkins has promised retribution tonight for your cow-"

Ace turns to the guy in the hazmat suit.

Ace Heart: "Are you sure he can't break free?"

The fully-protected stranger shrugs. He's probably wondering why Ace never asked why he was wearing the suit to begin with. Poor, poor Ace.

Random LDK Handler: "Pretty sure he can't. Fairly sure. No. Yeah, for sure. It's, uh, safe."

That seems to be good enough for Ace. Again, poor, poor bastard.

Ace Heart: "Your cowardly attack. Is there anything you want to tell him, live on national tv?"

Living Dead Karl: "Y-yeah, yeah, Ace, I-I guess I got soooomething to get off, off my chest. A lotta yuh-you folks out there, out there, they've be-been re-realllly layin' into me thick ever since I duhhh-did what I did. And, you know, Ace, i-it got me thinkin'. They were r-right. GRIFFIN was right. Tha-that was a fucked-up thiiiing I di-id, even for ME.

So I GUESS what I wuh-wanna say is... Griffin Hawkins...

SUCK MY MOTHERFUCKIN' DICK DRY, BIIIIITCH!!!

You just TRY and come fuck wi-with me on my home turn, SEE what fuckin' happens to ya! You just sit back and straight check out whuh-what I do to this motherfucker Xavier Reid! What I do to THAT fuck boy ai-ain't gonna be NOTHIN' compared tuh-to what I'ma gonna do to YOU if I suh-seeee your candy stalkin' around!"

Ace looks disgusted throughout the rant portion of his guest's response.

Ace Heart: "Well, there you have it, folks. An unrepentant Living Dead Karl, who surely won't be satisfied until he's made enemies of EVERYONE in the EWC. This maniac's match is next. Aiello, Piven, back to you."

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MATCH 2
XAVIER REID Vs LIVING DEAD KARL

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The camera opens up to the commentary team.

Aiello: Thanks Ace.. Well... those were some interesting words from Living Dead Karl. His match is up next as he takes on Xavier Reid who we heard from earlier tonight

Piven: This should be interesting.

There's 20 seconds of mist, dimmed lights and music playing, and once the lyrics kick in, a form manifests itself from the once-obscuring fog as if having risen from the ground itself. Living Dead Karl shambles into view, arms extended, moaning like the undead he is, but then drops the whole shtick and storms to the ring with purpose, trying to antagonize front seat adults and scare their kids. Once ringside, he will try to make a beeline to the throat of his opponent, but if the referee puts up a fuss, usually by them shaking a crucifix or garlic at him, then he'll recoil and bide his time.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first, weighting in at 255 lbs. From a cemetery, mausoleum or morgue near you... LIVVIINNNG DEEEADD KAAARRRLL!!

Piven: You know, I still don't get this guy, zombie, it. WHAT EVER IT IS. I don't know but I just don't get him at all.

Aiello: At least theres something we can agree with, nobody will ever get this dude.

The lights inside the arena go out as Cochise starts up. A single strobe light flashes in the direction of the stage. As the lyrics come in Xavier walks out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. He paces back and forth across the stage before walking to the edge of the ramp and raising his arms into the air, crossing his forearms into a X over his head. He walks down to the ring, eyes glued on to that ring and ignores the fans he passes. Xavier marches up the steps and jumps into the ring. He heads right to the corner and climbs up to the middle rope and once again raises his arms into the air and crossed his forearms into a X.

Aiello: Well not most people like Reed but he is one talented wrestler.

Piven: Well thats really true.

The bell rings and LDK yells "AARRRGH" and Xavier slaps him. LDK turns around and then runs at him and Xavier drop toe holds him and grabs him by the arm and his head and then chokes him and is snapping his arm and LDK yells in pain! LDK looks to tap but LDK elbows him and rolls out the ring and so does Xavier and Xavier throws him in and he climbs the top rope and then he double foot stomps LDK on the chest!

Aiello: Jesus Christ.

Piven: Well I know how you feel though.

LDK holds his chest in pain and then Xavier pick him up and butter fly ddts him and then grabs his head and chokes him then grabs his arm and then snaps it again! LDK shakes his head but his hand is shaking and he's close to tapping out! LDK puts his leg on the rope at the last minute and Xavier keeps him onto the hold till 4 and he kicks LDK in the gut and waits for LDK to get up and Xavier slaps him and LDK falls on the corner. Xavier is celebrates and when he turns around LDK falls and at the same time he knocks Xavier down!

Piven: BAM! Xavier is out!

Aiello: LDK is coming off a tough loss last week against Emma Louise.. but he looks like his is back on track here tonight

LDK laughs and then he picks up Xavier and whips him in the ropes and then Xavier diving knees LDK! He stomps LDK out and picks him up and whips him in the ropes and diving bodysplashes him! Xavier kicks LDK and laughs and then he climbs the top rope and waits for LDK and lDK bites his leg! LDK looks to make the comeback as Xavier checks his leg and then Xavier missle dropkicks LDK across the mat! Xavier gets up and laughs and kicks LDK in the head and drags him by his jacket and rips it off and pulls him up and kicks him down and grabs LDK by the arm and then locks him in the X-ed Out! LDK passes out and the ref raises his arm up.

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LDK dosen't answer and the ref makes it to 3!

Aiello: That's it... after a long undefeated streak, LDK drops back to back matches. Yikes

Piven: Oh man no way.

Cochise by Audioslave plays throughout the PA boxes and Xavier Reed celebrates.

Jessica Stroup: Heres your winner XAAVIEEER REED!

Piven: Well lets just hope he doesn't eat anyone on his way backstage

Aiello: I'm sitting on my hands ... that being said ... lets get backstage

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene cuts backstage once again in the candle lit locker room. The table has the bowl of pasta, some wine, and a couple of lit candles. On one side of the table sits Kurt, all dressed to kill and looking sexier than last time. On the other side of the table sits his Awesome Title, shining in all it's glory.

In a Lady And The Tramp style of scene, Kurt has one end of a spaghetti strand in his mouth while the Awesome Title has the end of another spaghetti strand taped to it. Looking at the Awesome Title in a sexy way, Kurt begins to suck on the spaghetti.

With every slurp, the spaghetti disappears and the strand gets even tighter. But the spaghetti strand doesn't get closer to the Awesome Title, it gets closer to underneath the table. Kurt looks confused as he looks under the table and finds none other than Sabriynn Cassidy on the other side of the spaghetti strand. Kurt titles his head to the side and looks confused as Sabriynn has a smile on her face and waves at Kurt.

Kurt: Ummmmm, hey Cass......what are you doing down there?

Sabriynn: Oh you know........just hanging around.

Kurt: Oh.....well since you're down there, you think you can give me head?

Sabriynn: Mmmmmmmm, ok!

Kurt has a huge smile on his face as he leans back in his chair and relaxes as he's about to have some fun.

Sabriynn: I've never done this before, hopefully I do it right.

Kurt: Oh I'm sure you'll do just finAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

Suddenly, Sabriynn lands a headbutt on Kurt's lap, causing Kurt to hold onto his Kurt Jr. and fall to the ground. Kurt screeches in pain as Sabriynn crawls from underneath of the table and stands over Kurt with a concerned look on her face.

Sabriynn: You ok Kurt? Was that some good head or what?

Kurt: I'm good and yeah.......best head I ever got. You're such a pro.

Sabriynn looks at Kurt and then looks over at the pasta on the table.

Sabriynn: You going to finish that pasta?

Kurt: Go right ahead, I'm going to lay here for a little bit, don't mind me.

Sabriynn: Yay!

Clicking her heals in the air, Sabriynn sits on a chair and goes to town on the spaghetti.

[President Mac]

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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MATCH 3
NATHAN CREED Vs METAL BLACK

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Aiello: Highly anticipated match coming up next; former EWC U.S. Champ Nathan Creed takes on the undefeated #1 contender for the belt; Metal Black. This could be a show stealing match.

Piven; As great as Black's been; I'm going to have to go with Creed to take the win tonight; I just think he'll be the hungrier competitor. He wants back in the title mix.

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.

Stroup: The following contest is slated for one fall...making her way first to the ring...hailing from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 140lbs... METAL BLACK

"Anxiety" blares in the arena; the crowd explode to their feet to take a gander at one of their favorite extremists, Nathan Creed, stepping out center stage. His golden mane draping down the shoulders of his black leather jacket and toothy grin peering through his thick beard, he paused with his hands placed on his sides looking out to all sides of the arena. He then walked a moderate pace down the ramp that was guided by a spotlight that dangled up above as green lights lit up parts of the crowd and ring. Nathan slapped five with a line of his fans that sat in the front row, then ascended up the cold steel steps. He walks the apron until he comes to a stop in it's center, raises his fist in the air with confidence, and enters through the top and middle ropes. Upon doing so, he approaches the nearest turnbuckle - climbing to the second highest level - clenches his fist and holding them high into the air for everyone to see.

Stroup: And her opponent, from Hickory, North Carolina, weighing in at 225lbs...NATHAN CREED!!

The ref gives both competitors instructions, and when the bell rings, both wrestlers circle each other carefully, sizing the other up. Eventually, they both lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, and Nate gets the early advantage, taking her down with a headlock drag into a chinlock. Metal manages to get back on her feet, but as she tries to get a running bounce off the ropes, Creed grabs her by her hair and yanks her down to the mat with a hard thud.

Piven: Ooh, he grabbed the hair...Metal is not going to like that.

Creed pummels her with a few punches for good measure, then bounces off the rope and tries to land an elbow drop. But Black rolls out of the way, and Creed lands on his arm, clutching it in pain. As he's getting up, Metal comes from behind and chop blocks his leg from under him.

Aiello: Turnabout is fair play; it's obvious these two are not going to hold anything back.

She hits a drop kick to his leg, then grabs it by the heel and starts stomping on his kneecap. She finishes her little ground and pound session by driving his knee right into the canvas. She tries to go for a leg grapevine, and gets it cinched in, but Nathan gets his foot on the ropes. Metal breaks cleanly before the ref can begin counting.

Piven: Should've kept cranking on that leg until the ref broke it up...


Aiello: You also steal people's fries at McDonald's when they're not looking. You sure you should be telling people how to conduct their business?

Piven: Considering my tax bracket is higher than 80% of people out there...uhmmm...YES!!

Metal Irish Whips Nate into the turnbuckle, and she charges at him with a spear attempt. But Nate gets out of the way, and Metal crashes into the turnbuckle shoulder first. She's clutching her shoulder, groaning. Nate uses that to his advantage; he takes her down with an arm drag, then wrenches at her shoulder with an arm-bar submission. But Nate's too close to the ropes, Metal grabs the bottom rope with her free arm, and Creed immediately breaks off the hold.

Nate headbutts Metal, then brings her back down with a gutwrench suplex. Cover by Creed...

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Frustrated, Creed scoops up Black, and scoop slams her arm first back to the mat.

Aiello: Creed showing some veteran savvy; he's really working that arm of Black'!

Creed picks up Metal from behind and attempts to land a full nelson suplex. But Black locks her legs around Creed's, preventing him from being able to lift her up. Creed turns her around and tries to boot her in the stomach. But Metal grabs his leg and, with quite a bit of effort, lands a shinbreaker. She then gets a running start off the ropes, and lands a beautiful running DDT. Cover...

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As Creed continues to try to get up, Metal kicks at his bad leg, then Irish Whips him into the ropes. Metal Catches Creed, landing a belly to belly suplex. Another cover by Black...

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Metal slaps the mat in frustration with her good arm. Both wrestlers are now nursing their respective injured limbs, and Metal picks Creed back up. Metal tries to whip Creed into the corner, but Nathan overpowers her. He charges again, and again, Metal gets out of the way. But Nate stops before impact this time. While Metal's playing to the crowd, Nate Creed climbs to the second turnbuckle, and nails her in her shoulder with a flying shoulder block!

Creed swoops in from behind, lands the German Suplex, which he bridges into a pinfall. Cover by Creed...

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Piven: Dammit, so close. Neither side's willing to give enough for the other to win.

Both Black and Creed are on the ground, trying to catch their breaths, while the crowd cheers them on. Creed is the first to rise; he landsa series of knee strikes to Black, and attempts to put her in a muscle buster. However, she slips behind him and rolls him up in a small package...

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Both competitors come off the ropes from opposite ends...and wind up clotheslining each other.

Aiello: Geez, what a nasty impact. It's like two cars playing chicken with each other, and neither person blinked!

After it's become obvious after a few seconds, neither opponent is getting up. The referee begins counting them both out...

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Both Black and Creed manage to get to their feet before the ref counts them out, and the fans explode in approval.

With both wrestlers beaten and exhausted, they begin to trade blows in the middle of the ring. Creed knocks Metal back into the turnbuckle and continues to stomp on her. He then goes to pick her up and take her to the top of the turnbuckle for a superplex. But Black fights back desperately as both competitors are in a precarious scenario. Finally, both wrestlers lose their footing....

Piven: Oh shit...INCOMING!!

Both fall to the mat, and it looks like each one of them has the other pinned in a small package. The ref begins to count....

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3!!

Aiello: Wait...what just happened? Do we have a double count out?

Piven: The only thing worse in this business, other than agreeing to designate drive for Colin Hank's drunk little shitty ass...is a draw in a match!

The referee comes over to the announcer's table and starts reviewing footage of the fall. Both Black and Creed wait, as do the fans, for a decision. Suddenly, he goes to the time keepers table and tells them to ring the bell...

Stroup: Your winner...by pinfall...METAL BLACK

Creed is furious as the ref raises Metal's hand in victory.

Aiello: A controversial finish if I ever saw one; it looked to me as if Metal had his shoulder pinned for the win.

Piven: JoJo, you're as blind as you are old and corny; Stevie Wonder could've saw that Nate Creed got the pin. The ref made the right/wrong call.

After the ref raises Metal/Nathan's hand in victory, Nathan/Metal gets in their face, and both competitors begin to stare each other down in the middle of the ring.

Aiello: Regardless on who should've won, this isn't over between both of them. It's safe to say these two will have some words, and fists, for each other next time they meet. It looks like we have some action going on backstage...

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BACKSTAGE

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We head to the back where Living Dead Karl is in the Locker Room Hallway. He goes to get himself a bottle of water. But then suddenly out of nowhere, someone bursts onto the camera and Spears him to the ground, it looks to be a young man with long hair, a leather jacket with a Misfits T-Shirt on underneath and black jeans. The man begins punching on him with furious anger.

Jeremy Piven: Wait a minute...that's Griffin Hawkins from Friday Night Rampage!

Joe Aiello: What?! This isn't his show, what's he doing over here!?

Jeremy Piven: He must be here to get payback on Living Dead Karl for the attack on him after last week's Rampage went off the air!

Griffin proceeds to beat on Karl, then he throws him into a wall.

Griffin Hawkins: Did you really think I was gonna let you get away with what you did to me!? Did you think I was gonna let that slide!? You've really done it now asshole!

He kicks him in the ribs and picks him up, throwing him across a table.

Jeremy Piven: Hawkins has lost it!

He continues beating on him, showing no signs of stopping. As he looks around he finds a Trash Can. He dumps all the contents all over him before slamming it across his back. He grabs him again by the hair, punching on him some more.

Griffin Hawkins: You're not so bad now are you!? Say some more shit now!

He rains down on him with more punches, LDK looks to be busted open!

Joe Aiello: Oh my God...Living Dead Karl looks to be opened up!

Jeremy Piven: Someone needs to get back there now and break this up!

Joe Aiello: Damn straight they do! They need to get this psycho out of here!

LDK tries to crawl away, but Griffin finds a broom. He breaks it over his back, sending his body to the floor.

Griffin Hawkins: You should have finished what you started Karl...

He gives him another well placed kick in the ribs. He then looks and sees right next to him is a tall shelf, on it is heavy boxes, electronic equipment and other heavy looking backstage objects. He goes over to it, looking to do the inevitable.

Jeremy Piven: Oh my God...no Griffin..don't do it! You're gonna kill him!

Joe Aiello: You proved your point! He's been beaten down! You did your damage, now just leave!

He looks to have a change of heart and just backs away. He walks off camera.

Jeremy Piven: Whoa...thank God...cooler heads prevailed.

Joe Aiello: I'm just glad that crazy freak is gone...

Suddenly, Griffin comes right back and brings down the entire shelf! Everything comes crashing down on LDK's body.

Jeremy Piven: Oh my God!!

Joe Aiello: Get some help back there!

Griffin calmly and slowly walks away as officials rush in to get all the objects off LDK as only his hand is seen under the wreckage. We go back to ringside.

Jeremy Piven: ...I....I don't know what to say. This rivalry between Griffin Hawkins and Living Dead Karl just took a dangerous turn.

Joe Aiello: It all started with back and forth insults...now it just escalated.

Jeremy Piven: This feud between these two stars is getting out of hand, neither will rest until the other is taken out of the picture completely...who knows if LDK will ever be the same after this!

[President Mac]

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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BACKSTAGE

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Chris Calvin: "Hey hey hey guys and gals. Are you enjoying your weekly episode of BRAWL being broadcasted from whatever shit can our lovely billionaire boss man has us dredging through? I assure you, it's more fun for you at home than it is for me. And thank the Lord Himself that there's no such thing as smell-o-vision. I DIGRESS! Kids, mothers, brothers, cousins, everyone sitting around their television set, or their tablet, or their computer, or their Mom's Apple Watch, heed my words. He's coming. And he doesn't give a Goddamn what you think you can do to stop him. Whether your name is Nathan Creed or whether it's Red Dragon. Man, woman, child, doesn't fucking matter. He's going to obliterate all in his path leaving nothing but broken hearts and hearty cream pies. Are you hungry? Because he is. Not for cream pies, that's just fucking gross, but--"

A second man enters the shot, cutting off the skinny white guy with awfully scattered facial hair. He shoots the man talking a blatantly irritated but equally disgusted look.

King Flip: "The more things change, the more they stay the same Chris."

The second man puts his arm around the first guy and they both break out into laughter.

King Flip: "True story though, guys. The gruesome twosome is here to stay. And it's not for the money my friends. I'm here to capture my seventh big title. And it doesn't matter if it takes one match or a hundred, rest assured that my resilience and testicular fortitude will not falter. I cannot be broken. I will put my well-being on the line each and every night to end yours because I deserve it more than you do. And I've got the title history and in-ring capabilities to prove it. Whether it's a cage I've got to climb, a table I've got to crush you through, or an ankle I have to snap. I. Will. Not. Stop. Until I. Am. The Goddamn CHAMPION of the world. AGAIN."

Chris Calvin: "So do yourselves a favor? If you see yourself on the card against this guy... just walk away, fight another day. Because you're not the guy to dethrone him."

Flip approaches the camera until all one can see is his face. He puckers a kiss and walks off.

Chris Calvin: "Jesus H... that's your closer!? WE WERE BEING SO SERIOUS."

The scene cuts away

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MATCH 4
EMMA LOUISE Vs CHRIS MAVERICK

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Aiello: Well wasn't that an interesting introduction to King Flip. Up next we have the lovely and beautiful Emma Louise taking on Black List member Chris Maverick, both of these superstars have something to prove tonight. Emma was victorious last week against the resident zombie of the EWC and looks to continue that momentum tonight.

Piven: Did we ever find out if she had to take a acid bath to watch the funk off her?

Aiello: Chris Maverick on the other hand has will be coming in this match looking to improve over his performance from last week as he lost to Sabriynn Cassidy.

Piven: That or he is looking to prove that his name isn’t going to be known around here in the EWC for losing constantly to the lovely women of our roster.

Aiello: On to Jessica with the introductions for this contest.

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.

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, The following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way first to the ring, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, He weighed in at 209lbs and he is representing the Blacklist..."The Dissenter" CHRIS MAVERICK!!

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 down the ramp, half dancing down it to it until she reaches the steel steps, taking her time to walk up them and then across the ring apron where she slips feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestively over the top rope.

Stroup: And his opponent, hailing from London, U.K. and now taking residence in New York, weighing in at none of your business because it's not nice to ask a lady that question... The Ever Beautiful and Very Dangerous EMMA LOUISE!!

Aiello: Emma does not look impressed by Chris Maverick.

Piven: Can you blame her? I am not sure anyone has been impressed by the actions of The Black List here lately.

The bell sounds and Chris finds himself flat on his back after taking a thunderous spear from Emma, who quickly goes for the pinfall and hooks the leg as well.

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Aiello: Emma almost ended the match right there, she didn’t come into this match to be paid by the hour.

Piven: Could you imagine how embarrassing that would have been to be defeated so soundly and so quickly?

Chris Maverick is dazed, clearly rattled by nearly being beaten so quickly. He uses the ropes to pick himself up and swings widely at Emma. Nearly making contact, but missing as Emma ducks out of the way, he connects with the right and sends her to the mat. He pounces her and begins to choke her with his bare hands to which the ref begins to count.

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The hold is broken before the count of five, Emma grabs her throat and gasps for air while Chris Maverick climbs to his feet and taunts the crowd. The fans boo and begin to toss random pieces of garbage his way. One fan making contact with Chris’s head with a plastic beer cup. The distraction allows Emma to climb to her feet and quickly take Chris down from behind with a bulldog. She stands to her feet and waits for Chris to get up.. She attempts to hit Em's The Brakes and it’s countered with a back elbow to the side of the head from Chris that drops Emma to the mat holding the side of her head.

Piven: Excellent counter by Chris Maverick, had Emma hit that move it could have been all over but the crying.

Aiello: Chris looks to take over the match from here.

Chris picks Emma back up, and whips her into the turnbuckle, Emma slips through the ropes and swings around on the turn post and catches Chris in the face with both of her feet. She drops Chris to the mat with that double kick to the face and uses the middle rope to bounce upward and over the top rope into a senton splash. She quickly hooks the leg for the cover.

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Aiello: Not enough. Just yet, give credit to Chris for being able to kick out of that.

Piven: Emma has come out tonight with a new found aggression and I love it.

Chris is slow to get up but manages to catch Emma in the gut and double her over for a package piledriver, Emma’s head bounces hard off the mat and Chris tries to capitalize on it with a quick cover, tying to hold her legs down while pinning.

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Aiello: Emma's showing some real guts in the ring tonight and has proven that she will be a force to be reckoned with here in the EWC.

Piven: How the hell did she even kick out of that!?! What amazing endurance being shown, I thought the match was over right there.

Suddenly we hear a course of boos come from the crown as Derek Wellings and JTC make their appearance on the ramp. They walk down to the ring and surround the ring. Wellings jumps up on the apron and that draws the attention of referee Earl Hebner who gets in his face. While his back is turned, JTC slides around the ring to Maverick and hands him a small chain. Maverick wraps it around his fist and catches Emma with a punch straight to the temple. JTC smiles as the fans boo and Wellings climbs down from the apron as Earl Hebner turns around to see that Chris is going for the cover. Chris sarcastically puts one foot over the stomach of Emma and taunts the crowd as the count is made.

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The crown erupts in cheers after Emma kicked out of the pinfall. Maverick looks stunned and JTC and Wellings are beside their self at ring side, unsure of what just happened in the ring.

Piven: She really kicked out of that?

Aiello: She’s not going down with the under handed tactics tonight used by The Black List.

Maverick is furious! He stomps around the ring like a child throwing a temper tantrum. He picks up Emma, points her fingers at her face like a gun and pulls the trigger as if he were putting a bullet between her eyes. He sets her up for his finishing move the Resolution of Death, once Emma is in the air she wiggles around and manages to slide down the back of Chris and roll him up into a school boy pin. The ref slides into position to make the count.

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The bell sounds and JTC and Wellings storm the ring, Emma is quick to slide out from under the bottom rope and run up the stage to the ramp to celebrate her victory.

Stroup: Your winner... by Pinfall! EMMA LOUISE!!

Aiello: Fantastic job by Emma tonight, even at a disadvantage she still pulled it out and came out victorious!

Piven: You can say that again, I thought she was done for when Maverick hit her with the chain.

Aiello: Let's take a look some of the action from that match.

Emma celebrates on the ramp, as the highlights from the match began to play. We come back to JTC, Wellings, and Maverick looking disgusted in the ring as we go to a commercial break.

Winner: Emma Louise by Pinfall.

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MATCH 5
SAM ATTIC Vs SABRIYNN CASSIDY

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Jessica: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Wichita, Kansas, weighing 235 pounds….”Psycho” Sam Attic!

The lights dim and the first strains of music blast into the arena, the lights begin to flash as Sam enters in a sequined robe. The lights making it sparkle, his arms outstretched and open towards the crowd. Slowly and deliberately walking to the ring with his normal smirk spread across his face, he slowly walks around the ring and finally enters. Stepping to the center, he slowly grinds and removes his robe, his tights showing the face of his opponent. He tosses the robe out of the ring and takes a corner, looking around like he is bored.

Jessica: And his opponent, fighting out of Voorhees, New Jersey, weighing 110 pounds, Sabriynn Cassidy!

The music to "Mr. Slowdeath" by the Butcher Babies blasts across the arena as the fans get up on their feet to cheer Sabriynn Cassidy. Cassidy comes out of the curtains hyping up the crowd. She goes to the middle of the stage and starts headbanging to the beat of the song, jogs down the ramp and slides in the ring. She goes on the 2nd rope screaming "SABRIYNN ROCKS!" and afterwards, she jumps down and awaits for the bell to ring.

As the bell rings, Attic slides around Cassidy into a waistlock, but Cassidy elbows backwards, knocking Attic back. Cassidy turns around and tries a spinning heel kick that backs him against the ropes. Cassidy runs at Attic, but Attic ducks. He tries to flip Cassidy over the top rope, but Cassidy lands on her feet on the apron. Attic turns around, and Cassidy sends a shoulder into his stomach. Attic hunches over, and Cassidy slings herself over the top rope with a slingshot sunset flip.

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Aiello: That was a great move by Cassidy, but it’s not going to work this early.

Piven: I hear Cassidy likes strudel….maybe she’ll like mine.

Attic gets up, and Cassidy does too. Attic runs into a boot from Cassidy, and she lifts Attic up for a suplex. Attic slips behind her and lands on his feet. He then tosses Cassidy over his head with a release German suplex, and Cassidy bounces off the mat and then rolls out of the ring, hitting the protective mats hard. Cassidy gets up wearily outside, and Attic runs off of the ropes. He comes at Cassidy and nails her with a suicide dive! Both combatants go down!

Piven: Nice move by Sam Attic!

Attic pulls Cassidy up on the outside and lifts her up over the guard rail, dropping Cassidy down chest first. Attic pulls Cassidy up and whips her into the apron. Cassidy hits the apron hard and cringes in pain from her lower back. Attic tosses her into the ring , rools in after her, and waits for her to crawl her way to him. As she reaches his ankles, Attic picks Cassidy up, turns toward the corner and hits her with the Cornah Killa. Sam makes a cocky cover.

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Jessica: Your winner of the match, Sam Attic!

Aiello: Wow, that was quick

Piven: Cassidy did not look like she was prepared for this match tonight.. she was out of sorts the whole time and never looked like she had that intensity. Score 1 for The Blacklist and negative 1 for the Force

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BACKSTAGE

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The scene cuts backstage once again in the candle lit locker room. The table still has the bowl of pasta, some wine, and a couple of lit candles. On one side of the table sits Kurt, all dressed to kill and looking even sexier than the last two times. On the other side of the table sits his Tag Team Title, shining in all it's glory. In a Lady And The Tramp style of scene, Kurt has one end of a spaghetti strand in his mouth while the Tag Team Title has the end of another spaghetti strand taped to it. Looking at the Tag Team Title in a sexy way, Kurt begins to suck on the spaghetti. With every slurp, the spaghetti disappears and the strand gets even tighter. But the spaghetti strand doesn't get closer to the Tag Team Title, it gets closer to underneath the table. Kurt looks confused as he looks under the table and finds none other than Shadow Man with the spaghetti strand making it's way to a taco. Kurt titles his head to the side and looks confused Shadow Man takes a bight of the Taco.

Shadow Man: Ok Kurt, you've let this gag go on for to long. Time to move onto something else.

Kurt: I guess you're right. Hey, isn't your match like now?

Shadow Man: Oh that's right!

Suddenly, Shadow Man stands up and tosses the table with everything on it across the room. Kurt looks on in horror as Shadow Man runs out of the room with Taco in hand.

Kurt: Oh come on!

Shadow Man: I apologize for nothing!

Kurt looks at the meson the ground, then back at the Tag Team Title that's still sitting on the chair

Kurt: You going to eat that?.......I thought not.

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MATCH 6
NON TITLE MATCH
SLADE HARDISON Vs SHADOW MAN (C)

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Joe Aiello: Well that was certainly interesting. I know I’m suppose to stay neutral and not be a fan but that being said we are about to see a man normally seen on Friday Night Rampage but last week in a shocking turn of events our new General Managers Matthew Silver and Justin Gold came out to this very ring and announced the newest member to the Monday Night Brawl Roster…Shadow Man…

Jeremy Piven: And by doing so put their own heads on the chopping block by the very man that hired them President Mac himself…

Joe Aiello: President Mac screwed Shadow Man at Night of Champions XII, he never thought he’s see Shadow Man again and then in a blink of an eye he is here on Monday Night Brawl…

Jeremy Piven: And put right into action again the very dangerous Slade Hardison, this is not going to be a technical chest match out here tonight, both me are going to be looking for the knock out punch, ladies and gentleman sit back and ready yourself for an absolute FIGHT here tonight…

Joe Aiello: But one has to wonder what Shadow Man has left in him after that brutal war against Xplode in the Hell in the Cell, he’s beaten up and still has to be showing the affect of that match…

Jeremy Piven: And if Slade is smart he goings right at him here tonight…

Joe Aiello: Well without further ado lets send it back up to the ring and the lovely Jessica Stroup…

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a non title match…introducing first…

From behind the curtain walks a local street band, they walk right up to their instruments and begin playing All Hustle, No Luck by Easy Lantana…

Jessica Stroup: From Lexington, Kentucky…weighing in tonight at 255 lbs…please welcome SLADE HARDISON!!!!

Slade Hardison runs out onto the stage jumping up and down. Slade then starts pumping up the crowd by lifting his hands up and down and points over to the street band he brought out here tonight. He walks over and gives the lead singer a high five before he begins to walk down the ramp and stops in the middle of the ramp. Slade looks around the crowd and starts hitting his fist on his chest. On the 5th time, the pyros explode up and down the ramp. Slade continues his walk to the ring, giving hi-fives to the fans. Slade then jumps onto the apron and gets into the ring. Slade walks to the nearest turnbuckle, climbs it, and lifts his hands up and down.

Joe Aiello: Slade seems to be rather pumped up here tonight for the chance to face off with one of the true stars of the EWC…

Jeremy Piven: And why wouldn’t he, he scores a win here tonight over Shadow Man and he sky rockets up the ladder here and oh by the way score major points with President Mac…

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent from New York City…weighing in tonight at 245lbs…he is one half of the EWC Tag Team Champions and the reigning EWC Hardcore Champion…please welcome to Monday Night Brawl….SHADOW MAN!!!!

The lights in the arena slowly begin to dim as everyone in the arena quickly get's to their feet and begin to make some noise. "Invincible" by OK Go then begins to play over the Sound System as three strobe lights begin to pulse in the entrance way, fog then begins to rise from below the stage in front of the entrance.

The X-Treme Tron lights up counting down from 9 all the way to 1. It seems as though every single person is on there feet counting down the numbers. Once it gets to 0 large letters flash “IT'S SHOWTIME”.

An enormous uproar of cheers now blends out the blasting of "Invincible"! A few moments later Shadow Man walks from behind the wall of Fog onto the stage. He stands their for a few seconds with a smirk on his face and begins to point to the fans who are screaming the loudest.

Shadow then looks towards the camera with a cocky yet confident look on his face as he begins to walk down the ramp and towards the ring. On the way he makes silly faces into the camera. After waving at the fans while walking down the ramp Shadow runs and slides onto the ring apron on one knee and holding onto the middle Rope, Shadow gets to his feet and in a cocky manor steps threw the first and second Ropes.

He then gets into the ring and runs over to the corner and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle. He pats himself on the chest twice and then points to all the screaming fans. He then points to the sky and pumps his fist for Memphis Reigns! Shadow then jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around and leans in the corner and awaits for the match to begin

Joe Aiello: These fans here inside the UW-Milwaukee Panther Arena are going nuts as Shadow Man and Slade Hardison lock eyes from across the ring…

Jeremy Piven: We have a big fight feel inside this area right now…

The referee motions for the bell and the two men come charging out of their corners and begin trading straight right hands to the others face…

Joe Aiello: And holy hell…they come out swinging for the fences here tonight…

Jeremy Piven: Neither man wants to give an inch…

And neither do as they continue to punch away, the referee tries to get between the two men but has little luck, Shadow Man grabs the head of Slade and rocks him a bit with a straight head butt, he quickly grabs Slade around the waist and tosses him with a overhead belly to belly suplex…

Joe Aiello: But Slade right back up…

Slade Hardison rolls right back up to this feet and charges right back at the champ, grabbing him this time around the back of the head and drills Shadow Man with his own head butt, dazed a little Shadow Man takes a step back but Slade reaches out, grabs Shadow Man around the waist and delivers a more traditional belly to bell suplex of his own.

Jeremy Piven: A little I see you and raise you style of wrestling here in the early going…

Slade wasting no time hits the ropes and drops a knee across the head of Shadow Man and quickly goes for a cover…
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Joe Aiello: Shadow Man looks to be a step slow here tonight, clearly still not healed up from Night of Champions…

Jeremy Piven: And the fact that Slade Hardison is all over him and not giving him any space what so ever to get back on track…

Slade runs to the ropes…hops up to the middle rope and comes flying off with a perfect shooting star press and cover…
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Joe Aiello: OH WOW…THAT WAS SO CLOSE TO BEING OVER…

Jeremy Piven: And look at Slade Hardison…he thought it was over…

Slade looks at the ref and holds up three fingers but the ref shakes his head and shows him two…all the while Shadow Man rolls out of the ring to try and regroup, he’s holding his ribs a little, the area of his body that took the most of that shooting star press. He looks back into the ring and see Slade running towards the ropes and moves to the left, just as Slade was about to go airborne he puts on the breaks and grabs the ropes, this gives Shadow Man an opening as he reaches out and grabs Slade’s feet and pulls him outside the ring…

Joe Aiello: Veteran move there and as both of these men love to brawl let the battle go outside the ring…

Jeremy Piven: The referee in charge here seems content to let them battle it outside of the ring here, he has not started his count…

Slade takes a wild swing but Shadow Man ducks under and catches him…he lifts him high into the air and ass first on the metal steps leading up to the ring…the fans ringside let out a grown from the thud Slade makes. Shadow Man retreats a little ways and then comes running at Slade Hardison and drops him off the back of the steps with a running Yakuza Kick to the face.

Joe Aiello: As much as Slade likes to fight this is Shadow Man’s element out here…

Jeremy Piven: And he has the Hardcore Title to prove that…

Shadow Man right back on Slade…he pulls him to his feet and drops him straight back into the guard rail with a Russian Leg Sweep. Slade grabs the back of his head not allowing him to block the face wash from the boot of Shadow Man…

Joe Aiello: And listen to these fans ring side…they are loving every second of this…

Jeremy Piven: Of course they are…they are blood thirsty and it’s not them taking the beating…

Shadow Man jumps back and holds his arms up and embraces the cheers from the Monday Night Brawl audience. The referee is telling the two men to bring it back inside the ring and Shadow Man turns and nods his head, he reaches out and shoves Slade back into the ring.

Joe Aiello: And President Mac has to be hating this…Shadow Man being embraced by HIS crowd…

Jeremy Piven: Well these fans love Shadow Man…regardless of brands…

Shadow Man climbs up to the top rope and looks down at Slade Hardison who is still laying on the mat, he raises up and steadies himself and the leaps off and lands a corkscrew splash right on the raised knees of Slade Hardison and immediately grabs those ribs…

Joe Aiello: And Slade up to his feet

Slade bounces off the ropes and jumps high into the air and comes down hard on the midsection of Shadow Man with a double foot stomp.

Jeremy Piven: He’s targeting that injury and wisely so.

Slade hits the ropes again and lands a rolling summersault leg drop and quickly covers
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Jeremy Piven: Pure instinct right there…

Slade looks on in shock…he can’t believe Shadow Man kicked out there…he gets to his feet and looks down at his opponent and then up at the top turnbuckle, he nods to himself and then heads to the ropes…

Joe Aiello: Slade Hardinson might be on the verge on his biggest win here in EWC and is looking to pull out all the stops…

Jeremy Piven: And he might just have to that to get the win…

Slade Hardinson climbs to the top turnbuckle and looks down at Shadow Man…he jumps up and executes the frog splash…

Joe Aiello: THE MONEY PIT!!!

Jeremy Piven: BUT NOBDIES HOME!!!

As Slade lands he eats canvas as Shadow Man successfully rolled out of the way at the very last second and Slade Hardison landed with a thud once again. He pops back up but Shadow Man quickly sends him into the far corner and follows him in with a running clothesline , grabs his head and runs back out to the center of the ring and plans Slade with a running bulldog.

Joe Aiello: Shadow Man picking up the pace here…

Jeremy Piven: And he had too, he might not have much left in the tank…

Slade Hardinson struggles to get back to his feet but Shadow Man is up waiting for him, he kicks Slade in the stomach and locks in a front face lock, pivots and drops straight down into a cutter…

Joe Aiello: GBC!!!!

Jeremy Piven: Good Bye Charlie!!!

Shadow Man drops and hooks the leg…
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The referee calls for the bell and raises Shadow Man’s arm…

Jessica Stroup: The winner of the match….SHADOW MAN!!!

Shadow Man gets to his feet and head sup to the middle rope and raises his arms as he looks out into the crowd that is going nuts over his win. Inside the ring Slade Hardison rolls outside and looks back at Shadow Man, who sees this and gives him a little nod.

Joe Aiello: One hell of a fight put up by Slade Hardison here tonight…

Jeremy Piven: He proved he could go toe to toe with one of the best here in Monday Night Brawl…

Joe Aiello: But tonight was not his night…tonight belonged to the returning Shadow Man and I for one can’t wait to see what is next for this man.

Shadow Man drops down and rolls out of the ring to celebrate with the fans ringside.

[President Mac]

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BACKSTAGE

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Monday Night Brawl General Managers Justin Gold and Matthew Silver are spotted walking backstage. In a very obvious setup situation, Shadow Man pushes Kurt Newman into Matthew Silver

Shadow: Kurty.. you silly goose, you just walked right into our boss

Newman: I am so sorry Mr Silver sir..

Matt: No need to apologize, I wasn't paying attention... it was probably my fault. Shadow, good job on that win tonight, you looked good

Shadow: Thanks Mr Silver

Matt: You can just call me Matt

Shadow Man: Thanks Mr Silver Matt

Matt: No, just Matt

Shadow Man: Thanks Just Matt

Newman: Say, Justin.. can I borrow you for a second

Kurt Newman pulls Justin to the side and starts talking to him while at the same time Shadow Man talks to Matthew Silver

Newman: So look.. I know I've been off for a little bit... but next week I'd like to be booked against someone I haven't faced yet. Someone different. Someone who is kind of strange, maybe smells funny.. maybe has a knack for eating people?

Justin: You know what, I've got an idea.. Have you ever faced Living Dead Karl?

Newman smiles and very discretely gives Shadow the thumbs up

Shadow: You know Mister Silver Just Matt, I'm hoping to face someone a little different next week. Someone more hardcore. Someone who... I don't know.. has a knack for having sex with animals?

Matt: You know what, I've got an idea.. Have you ever faced Living Dead Karl?

Shadow Man gives a thumbs up ever so discreetly to Kurt Newman

Newman: Well... thanks Justin, I knew I could count on you to come up with an opponent for me all on your own. Your awesome. Stay classy and eat some pasta

Shadow Man: Well... thanks Mister Silver Matts Just, I knew I could count on you to think of a person without my saying who in the event that I face the person who you said I should face in the aspect of brawl in the week that is next. Stay classy and pasta

Shadow Man and Kurt Newman run away laughing hysterically

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NON TITLE MATCH

DEREK WELLINGS (C)
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TONY SAVAGE (C)

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Jessica Stroup: The following match is the non-title main event and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan, standing 6’4” tall and weighing in at 280 lbs, he is the one half of the EWC Hardcore Champions and representing “The Blacklist”, he is “The Airborne Ranger” DEREK WELLINGS!



The Crowd starts booing loudly as "Any Means Necessary", Derek Wellings walks out with Leon Roberts on his right and Leon’s wife Monica wearing the EWC Hardcore Championship around her bosom. The three stands at the top of the ramp, Derek raises his fist up with Leon and Monica give devil horns. Red and gold pyro shoots off behind them as white pyro fountains shoot up.

Several people jeer and his the tThe three walk down to the ramp, Leon and Derek lean towards one another to talk privately. As the three near the ring side, Derek slides in first with Leon as Monica climbs up. The tow sit on the middle rope and help her in, they then stand in the center of the ring as Derek takes the EWC Hardcore Championship and raises it above his head while lean Monica gets on her knees to rub her husband and Derek’s chests while Leon gives another demonic hand signal to the crowd.

Joe Aiello: Derek sold his soul to the devil himself, and his name is Leon Roberts. The Blacklist has been finding a rough time getting any solid ground unlike FORCE and Project Chaos.

Jeremy Piven: But all the members of Blacklist were held down and thrown into the maw a little early. Sam Attic, JTC and Chris Maverick are finding their footing now and could be going back to winning ways. But unless the EWC Champion has something to say about it.

"Shoot to Thrill" by AC/DC, and the roar of a Fat Boy Lo, signaling to the fans some degenerate asshole's about to get his evening ruined. The fans go crazy as they see the EWC Champion make his way out the entrance ramp.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, now making his way into the ring, from Atlantic City, N.J., via Atlanta, Georgia, standing at 6’3” and weighing in at 245 lbs....

EWC's official bail bondsman....The Atlanta Falcon....TONY SAVAGE!

Tony stops the bike next to the announcers table, revving the engine to the delight of fans nearby, and to the chagrin of that piece of shit Piven and his eardrums. He parks the bike, EWC's security crew takes temporary custody of Tony's weapons and search him, then, jumps into the ring still in street clothes, cracking his knuckles and ready to fight.

Joe Aiello: The EWC Champion definitely has some bones to pick with the Blacklist. There’s a growing amount of bad blood between these two.

Jeremy Piven: Tony Savage is a proud man of his past feats and accomplishments while Derek Wellings on the other hand is angry that he still continues to find success. No one really knows what’s going on in his mind.

The referee checks both men out, as he is about to call for the bell, Leon and Monica get out of the ring and wait for Derek in his corner. The two circle each other in the ring and give each other the 1000 yard stare. Finally Tony Savage is the first to act as he lunges out to grapple Derek but the Airborne Ranger lifts a knee up and catches him in his gut.

Tony doubles over and Derek locks an arm around his knee and starts striking his opponent’s back with some elbows. While each blow hurts, Tony ignores it and starts’ pushing Derek into a corner but the Airborne Ranger sees what he’s doing and manages to break free and throw Tony into the corner. Derek backs up and runs into the corner and hits his opponent with Corner Splash once then he backs up and does it a second time, this time Derek runs out the corner with a Bulldog.

The Hardcore Champion rolls over the EWC Champion and starts hammering away at his face. After six strikes, Derek lets up, bounces off the ropes and hits a Leg Drop. He doesn’t go for a cover and instead helps up the Bail Bondsman, gets under his chest and abdomen with his hands and lifts him up into a Military Press position and starts to press the 245 pound man over his head. After pressing him up five times, Derek tosses his opponent up, falls back and drives his knees into the champions face. Tony rotates some and lands hard on his face and chest. The crowd is still on fire from earlier in the evening and slowly start getting behind Tony Savage to make a comeback. However Derek goes for a cover…



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Jeremy Piven: Interesting move by the EWC Hardcore Champion right there. There’s got to be a reason why Tony Savage is just taking this beating, it's probably because Derek Wellings is the stronger ranger between these two.

Joe Aiello: I’m willing to argue that one with you. But we both know that Tony Savage is the type of man to scout out his opponent. With Derek Wellings deteriorating mental state, you can only wonder what he’s going to do.

Suddenly, the jumbotron lights up to reveal... Metal Black, with an unlit Black & Mild in her mouth. And a sledgehammer.

Metal Black: Hi everybody. I'm the Black Rose of Detroit, Motor City Maneater Metal Black. And this... is a sledgehammer.

She hoists the sledgehammer high, showing it off the to camera.

Metal Black: My original plan was to royal f**k up Derek Wellings' truck. It seemed like something somebody in Force might do... it's funny, it's crazy, and he can always get a new truck. But... it was missin' a little somethin'. See, I ain't like the rest of the Force.

The Force, they're out to stop the Blacklist, maybe even PROJECT CHAOS. But me? I know how this s**t works. Coalition leaves, Blacklist comes in. We stop the Blacklist? Some other group of d**k jugglers are gonna stumble onto the scene. You can't just cut that s**t down, you gotta burn the roots and salt the earth. You gotta send a message, that this s**t won't be put up with. So, here's my f**kin' message. I'm Metal Black, this is a sledgehammer, and this...

The camera zooms out, showing that Metal Black is standing on... well, it's definitely not a truck.

Metal Black: ...This is a 1974 Ferrari. And before you ask, oh, no, it's not just any 1974 Ferrari. This is the first car that Derek Wellings ever bought. He had to sell it when he joined the army. I meticulously tracked this mother down. That's my word of the day, meticulously. The old guy I bought this from said it, talkin' about how he took care of this car. ...And to that old guy, I apologize.

And with that, Metal Black swings the sledgehammer into the windshield. Repeatedly. She slams it into the hood, the top of the car, the back of the car. She hops off of it, and starts taking it to the windows and the doors.

Once she's thoroughly brutalized the Ferrari, she tosses aside the hammer, and reaches through the broken driver's side window to pull out... a can of gasoline. As Metal Black begins to douse the inside and out of the car, she begins to loudly (and badly) sing a Motorhead cover.

Metal Black: Foxy do you have a light, can you light me up tonight...

She takes her sweet time covering the seats, the front, the back. She gets as much as she can, as if she has all the time in the world. Given that no one's rushing to stop her, she might very well have all the time in the world.

Joe Aiello: Derek Wellings looks totally rattled right now

Jeremy Piven: Metal Black is messing with his head, focus Damn it!!!

Grabbing his opponent’s hands, Derek pulls Tony Savage up but he counter attacks with a Double Leg Takedown, climbs over Derek and starts punching his opponent’s face several times. The fans start cheering loudly as the EWC Champ starts beating down Blacklister. After ten strikes, Tony bounces off the ropes and hits an elbow over Derek’s face. Derek quickly gets up but is nailed with a Bionic Elbow, gets up and does it a second, third and fourth time. The fifth time Derek tries to get up, Tony floors him with a Superman Punch.

Building up some steam and the fans getting behind him, Tony locks in a Russ Sambo Calf Crush but the Airborne Ranger refuses to give up and manages to get to the ropes. Wanting him to suffer, Tony holds the lock in until the referee gets to four and finally releases him. Grabbing hold of the ropes, Derek slowly gets up but Tony dives at his opponent’s knees and knocks then out from under him.

Joe Aiello: Looks like Tony Savage is working on breaking the vertical base of Derek Wellings. If the Airborne Ranger cannot stand or use his speed, then the EWC Champion easily has this match in his hand.

Jeremy Piven: I wouldn’t count him out yet, he still has the numbers advantage. Not only are Chris Maverick, JTC and “Psycho” Sam Attic waiting in the back, both the Roberts are here to help Derek out.

Tony pulls Derek up to his feet, throws him across the ring into the ropes, bounces off opposite ropes and hits a Spear dead in center of the ring. Taking a knee over his opponent’s face, Tony releases a vicious boxing combo on his face. But he doesn’t keep it up long as he goes to his opponent’s legs and kicks the knees from behind. After several blows, Derek rolls over and tries crawling to a corner.

The fans continue chanting “SAVAGE CHAMP!!” loudly much to opponents chagrin. Pulling Derek up, he hits a DDT. But the Airborne Ranger won’t stay down as he tries crawling to the corner again. Grabbing his opponent’s knee, Tony puts his foot on it and stomps down hard. Derek screams loudly holding onto his knee. This gives his opponent the cue; he grabs one leg and applies a Figure Four Leglock. The Airborne Ranger squirms around trying to free himself. The fans start demanding Derek to tap out.

Jeremy Piven: These fans want to see Derek tap out tonight. This is just killing the Airborne Ranger, the fans he once desperate tried to please have abandoned him faster than Pamela Anderson at a dating service.

Joe Aiello: Oh, massive burn there. But yes, Derek Wellings is in a bad position and the fans here want to see him tap out.

Monica jumps up on the ropes and distracts the referee. With his back turned, Derek starts tapping out but the referee doesn’t see it. Seeing that Derek is taping out and bell isn’t ringing, Tony releases the hold and angrily runs over to Monica and yells at her. The distraction works as Derek slowly gets to his feet and attacks his opponent from behind.

The fans boo loudly as he holds Tony down and starts punching his opponent over his back and driving knees into his chest. With Tony doubled over, Derek grabs him by his waist and hits a Gutwrench Suplex and slams him on the canvas. Tony suddenly starts favoring his back and Derek sees the weakness.

Joe Aiello: This isn’t good! Tony Savage has shown a side of weakness and even Derek Wellings sees it. The EWC Champion might be in a lot of trouble now.

Jeremy Piven: Now the EWC Champion is at the mercy of the Blacklist. We already see they’re fans of hurting women and hurting injured women. I don’t think hurt and injured men are ignored by them either.

Metal Black: I'd like to see you burn me down, why don't you let me light your fire?

Metal Black pulls out a match, and strikes it. She lights her cigar... and then tosses it into the car. The inside of the Ferrari bursts into flames immediately.

Metal Black: I just destroyed a three hundred thousand dollar car as an appetizer. C'mon, Blacklist. I dare you to keep pushin' my f***in' buttons, I dare you.

Derek yells something at the screen and looks around the arena. Nervously he flips Tony on his side, Derek drives his knees into the upper and lower spine of Tony Savage in a rotating manner. Pained, Tony groans loudly and tries to get away but Derek doesn’t allow him. He picks up the EWC Champion, throws him chest first into a turnbuckle, then runs up behind him and lands knees first into his opponent’s back. Tony screams loudly and while Derek is still clenching on to his back, the weight of the Airborne Ranger pulls the EWC Bail Bondsman down and hits a Backstabber.

He rolls outside the ring to get a small break but both Monica and Leon get by him. Seeing where his teammates are, Derek goes into a corner and blatantly starts removing the padding from a turnbuckle. The crowd boos loudly as they watch Derek and the referee fight and argue over removing the padding as Derek holds it in his hand and keeps it away from him. Monica starts stomping on Tony’s lower back as Leon takes a knee and drives his fist over his back.

Jeremy Piven: Three on one, this is how the Blacklist thinks. If they cannot beat someone on the power of one, they’ll simply give them too much to handle. How much longer can Tony Savage take a three one assault is anyone’s guess.

Joe Aiello: Do you think the FORCE will let this happen? Tony Savage is a proud man, but he’s not too proud to ask for help. I’m sure FORCE is waiting to see if Tony needs their help before they come and even the odds. Will Metal Black do more then just speak on that video???

The referee gets the padding, pushes Derek aside and starts putting it back on. Seeing their time is limited, Leon and Monica lift up Tony and smash him back first into the turnbuckle then roll him into the ring.

Derek stomps on Tony’s back but having enough of the Blacklist’s shenanigans, Kurt Newman makes a run with Metal Black and evens the odds. Leon Roberts and Monica get away from Kurt and Metal as they wait in the EWC Champion’s corner.

Jeremy Piven: FORCE IS HERE TO EVEN THE ODDS! Kurt Newman and Metal Black have made the save today!

Joe Aiello: I don’t think Leon Roberts or Monica Roberts are willing to get involved more in this match. Our International Champion and his number one contender are here to even the odds against the Blacklist. Now we can get a fair main event!

Picking up the EWC Champion, Derek hits a Backbreaker then throws him on the canvas. Tony yells loudly holding his back but Derek grabs his opponent’s legs, drags him to the center of the ring and applies a Sharpshooter. Tony screams loudly struggling to break, the submission hold.

He starts crawling towards the ropes but The Airborne Ranger leans back trying to make Tony tap out first. Each time Derek leans back, Tony moves closer and closer to the ropes. The fans start making noise and getting behind Tony Savage.

Joe Aiello: The Airborne Ranger has turned the tables on Tony Savage and is now applying a submission hold of his own now. But Tony Savage is doing his best to escape from Derek’s submission.

Jeremy Piven: Blacklist and FORCE at ringside, we both know something is going to go down tonight. Tony Savage is in a dangerous situation and Derek Wellings has a commanding presence over his opponent.

Tony Savage gets the ropes and breaks the hold. The referee starts counting but as he gets to four, Derek releases his opponent. Leon grabs the EWC Hardocre Championship, leans into the ring and slides it across towards Derek. This sets off Kurt Newman who runs around the ring and blind sides Leon Roberts with a Lou Thez Press, Monica tries to grab Kurt and pull him away but Metal Black runs over and Spears Monica and also starts punching her. In the ring, Derek sees Leon has thrown him the Hardcore Champion and picks it up. The referee tries taking it off him, but Derek pushes him away as Tony starts standing up.

Tony turns around to see Derek running at him and The Airborne Ranger takes him out with the Hardcore Championship. The referee calls for the bell as Shadow Man runs out from the ramp.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by disqualification, the EWC Champion, TONY SAVAGE!

WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: TONY SAVAGE

Joe Aiello: What an absolute idiot. Derek Wellings just cost himself the match by using the Hardcore title to knock out Tony Savage, and now all hell is breaking loose at ringside as The FORCE is fighting Blacklist

Jeremy Piven: Things are going to get worse before they look better. Here comes trouble!

Shadow Man slides into the ring and attacks Derek Wellings. The crowd is going insane as Shadow Man lands lefts and rights in rapid speed to the face of Derek Wellings. Tony Savage is now back to his feet and picks up his EWC Championship belt and then grabs the Hardcore Championship. He hands the Hardcore Championship to Shady and then mouths something to him

Aiello: Oh my .. this is going to get a whole lot.. 

Piven: THERE WILL BE BLOOD BABY!!!

Shadow Man and Tony Savage have both climbed separate top ropes, each holding a championship belt. The crowd is going absolutely insane right now. Shadow and Savage start counting out-loud as Derek Wellings lays in the middle of the ring not moving. Meanwhile Sabriyn Cassidy, Nirvana, and Jessica Black are all down at ringside battling along with Kurt Newman and Metal Black against Monica, Leon Roberts, Chris Maverick and Sam Attic

Piven: THIS IS AMAZING!!! THEY ARE ALL KILLING EACH OTHER!!!

Shadow Man and Savage get to three and both men leap in the air and land Championship belt first right into Derek Wellings. Wellings screams in agony and spits out blood which now gets the attention of Leon Roberts who manages to escape from Kurt Newman and slides into the ring but is leveled by Tony Savage

Security has now made it's way down to ringside and they are struggling to separate the members of FORCE and THE BLACKLIST from each other

Aiello: Folks, we need to cut to a commercial break while security tires to sort this out.. we will be right back

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RINGSIDE

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Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl. Security has finally emptied the ring. The heated hatred between The FORCE and The Blacklist is getting to all levels of crazy. However you slice it ... another exciting Brawl telecast is in the books! The new era has really kicked off in style. I am even willing to go on record to say that I am actually feeling optimistic. If we can only get these Factions under control... we'd have a perfect program

Piven: Calm down, Disney Pants! President Mac is not here to see you kiss his ass. I agree on one thing though, tonight's show was epic. It's hard to believe that we are already a few weeks removed from Night of Champions and all of it's glory. Our then General Manager.. Xplode.. pulled out all the stops and stunned the fans in attendance as he defeated Shadow Man. Neither fighter was physically able to walk out on their own accord at the conclusion of that match however, and rumor has it that Xplode still feels the effects today. There have been talks of his retirement, and yet it's hard to believe.

Aiello: Agreed. Say what you want about Xplode but the truth is.. he has defeated the best in this industry. Should he choose to hang up his boots for good, he will most certainly be considered an EWC legend and one of the best to ever step in that ring. Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time to find out that answer. Let's go to the ring where Jessica Stroup is waiting to announce the Destroyer of Worlds..

The fans cheer as various signs are hoisted over their heads. Jessica Stroup smiles as she speaks..

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen.. please welcome.. the Destroyer of Worlds.... XPLODE!!!!

The arena literally springs to life as the fans stand up and face the stage area! "I stand alone" by Godsmack begins to play now as camera flashes pelt the entrance, creating a strobe like pattern as Xplode steps into view. He is dressed in a sharp suit as his face displays determination. Walking towards the end of the stage, Xplode stares out at the fans and places his hands on his hips. He nods his head in respect and then walks down the ramp way, looking out at the fans along the way.

Arriving at ringside, Xplode looks up into the ring. He ascends the top turnbuckle and enters, surrounded by a deafening crowd. Xplode is handed a microphone and then the camera feed switches to the backstage area, where we see the entire EWC roster seated in a room, their eyes focused on a television set positioned before them. The feed now cuts back to the ring and we see Xplode once more, his eyes glossy as if he is fighting back tears.

Xplode waits due to the loud fan response, but the cheers keep on coming. He tries to silence them with a show of hands but they grow even louder. Shaking his head, Xplode stands in the ring as the fans chant "XPLODE! XPLODE! XPLODE! XPLODE!"

Joey Aiello: LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!!

Jeremy Piven: Just... wow.

The fans continue to chant Xplode's name as he waits patiently. Finally, they agree to calm down and allow X to speak as he clears his throat and paces the ring.

Xplode: Thank you. I know I don't say this... but I love you all. Thank you, for supporting me throughout my career. If it wasn't for any of you, there would be none of this. There would be no championship belts... and there would be no Xplode.

The fans continue to cheer now until a slow chants begins : "ONE MORE MATCH!! ONE MORE MATCH!!!"

Xplode: I came out here tonight, to bring closure. It is no secret that even though I handed Shadow Man his ass in a lunch box, he left a pretty good amount of damage on me as well. I have had a long career, and I have faced the best in this business. I have been lucky enough to travel the world and compete under different organizations, only to end up in the EWC where I would consider this.. my home. I have no regrets, and no unfinished business. I never thought that I would ever be able to say something like that.

Xplode paces the ring as the fans chant "DON'T GO! DON'T GO!" Xplode looks out at the fans, a tear running out of the corner of his eye.

Xplode: You guys aren't making this easy... damn it.. I don't beat around the bush. I am done. I have thought long and hard about this decision and truth is, I have nothing left to prove. I have achieved everything that I have wanted out of my career, and there is nothing worse than when a competitor sticks around too long. I am here tonight.. to announce my retirement from professional wrestling. I want to thank every one of you here for-

Voice: Wait a minute, X-

Xplode glances at the entrance as the fans cheer once again. Holding his championship belt, Tony Savage points in his direction as he speaks.

Savage: Wait just a damn minute there.

Savage enters the ring and slowly walks towards X. X does not back down and has the look of mild interest. Both men stare at one another in the center of the ring.

Savage: I hate to break it to ya, X... but you do have one last bit of business to tend to. You see, it has been no secret that the industry has considered you as the true EWC champion, despite never winning the belt. Hell, I have been hearing all about it since I won the damn thing. I can't live that way... and I know you can't either.

Xplode: I am retired.

Savage: Look at this strap, man! (Savage lifts the title belt.) You know you want this thing! You still have a title shot in the bag... so use it! Come on and take this strap from around my waist if you think you can, and show the world that you really are the World Champ.. and not some over hyped piece of shit.

The fans cheer as Xplode stares at the title.

Xplode: What do you get out of it?

Savage: Simple. I want you to stay the hell away from Ruthann Parks. You have twisted her up and turned her into a damn basket case, man! You have played with her emotions since day one, and I am not going to stand for it any longer. I got something you want... and this title belt means more to you than she does. Let's be honest here. If you think you are man enough, step up to the plate and take this thing from me. Just be sure that you can because... I am not Shadow Man.

Xplode says nothing for a time. He smirks and then walks towards the ropes.

Xplode: I am retired.

The fans begin to boo now as Xplode begins to exit the ring. Savage watches him.. and then speaks.

Savage: I knew you were all talk. The Hunter legacy will be a great one.. but it won't be because of you. Your Father was the true legend in your damn family... you are just a punk! Fuckin' Coward!

Xplode stops in mid-exit! Quickly, he enters the ring once more and steps right up to Tony Savage who is smiling now! The fans cheer loudly as Xplode and Savage lean into one another, touching foreheads!!! The electricity in the building is at an all time high as Xplode slowly raises the microphone.. and speaks.

Xplode: Bad move, kid. Fine, have it your way. I accept your challenge... at Rumble in the Bronx. Put that strap on the line and you have your match...

Savage: Why wait? I say we get to it right here.. right now!

The fans continue to cheer loudly as Xplode glares at Savage.

Xplode: I see what you are up to. Trust me, anything you plan has already been done before by me. Fine... I am back. Make no mistake about it though, I am NOTHING like you have ever faced before. When you step in the ring with me, you face your own mortality. I always do what I say I will do.... kid. Get your affairs in order.

Savage: You still talking?! Let's do this! I say we do this right now! Jessica, ring the damn bell and take my title! Let's give these fans a damn show tonight!

The fans stand up in their seats and cheer loudly as tony Savage hands the championship to a ring official! Across from him, Xplode slowly removes his coat and tosses it out of the ring, only to rip open his shirt and yank it off as well!

Jeremy Piven: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!! WE ARE GONNA HAVE A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH RIGHT HERE... TONIGHT!!!

Joey Aiello: THESE TWO MEN ARE GOING TO TEAR ONE ANOTHER APART!!

The bell is rung repeatedly as Savage leans against the ropes, ready for battle! Across from him, X flicks his hair out of his face and paces back and forth, ready to lock up! Both men glare at one another.. and then step towards each other... until..

President Mac emerges from the backstage area, a look of shock and frustration upon his face! With mic in hand, he begins yelling above the cheers of the fans as both men in the ring back away from one another..

President Mac: TONY SAVAGE... IF YOU LAY ONE HAND ON THAT MAN I WILL STRIP YOU OF THAT TITLE!

The fans begin to boo now as Mac reaches the ringside area. Rolling into the ring, he stands between them.

President Mac: Xplode is not under contract with the EWC, and should he encounter any injuries, we would be liable. This match is not only unsanctioned, it just cannot happen. Xplode has announced his retirement. That's the end of this story. Besides, in order for Xplode to be qualified for a title match, he would need to be on the active roster.

Tony Savage: There is always a way out for you.. isn't there, X? (Shaking his head) I should have known that you would choose a snake way of handling-

Xplode suddenly steps towards Mac and shouts in anger!

Xplode: Mac... get me a damn contract!

President Mac: Are you sure?!

Xplode: You know, it's funny. I was really going to retire tonight. This fool here should have been smart and just let it happen. Instead, he had to reach just a little higher than he was qualified for and place himself in my cross hairs. It's true, I have not won the championship in my career. Perhaps I do have a bit of unfinished business to tend to. Sadly for this kid.. he is about to have his wish granted. I am going to add him to my highlight film and rip that damn strap from around his waist. There is just no other way around this. If that means that I have to postpone my eventual retirement for just a little bit longer to teach him a lesson.. then so be it.

The fans begin to cheer loudly now as Mac removes a sheet of paper from his coat pocket.

President Mac: ...but your health?

Xplode: ... my health is fine. Even at half power, I am still strong enough to bury his ass. Where is the contract?

Mac hands the paper to X and he signs it eagerly. Handing it back to Mac, the President looks it over.

President Mac: Okay.. then there we go. I still am not going to sanction a match between you two tonight. You both will fight for the EWC Title.. but it will happen at the Rumble in the Bronx. In the mean time, I advise you both to stay away from one another. Is that understood?

Tony Savage smiles.

Savage: Perfectly.

Xplode says nothing as he focuses on Tony Savage, his eyes red with rage.

President Mac: Good.

The fans cheer loudly as all three men remain in the ring! The intensity in the ring is at a fever pitch!

Aiello: You heard it here folks! The Destroyer of Worlds has returned to the EWC and he will compete against Tony Savage for the EWC Championship! That brings us to the end of the show here tonight, folks! We'll see you next week on Monday Night Brawl!

The show fades out as we see Tony Savage cautiously exiting the ring. Xplode watches him and President Mac... smiles.

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END CREDITS

MATCH WRITERS

Match 1 - King Flip
Match 2 - Chris Maverick
Match 3 - Tony Savage
Match 4 - Shawn Cage
Match 5 - Mr Mcneil
Match 6 - Xavier Reid
Main Event - Jon Goldberg

SEGMENTS

Kurt Newman
Griffin Hawkins
Xavier Reid
Living Dead Karl
Shadow Man
Metal Black
King Flip
Xplode

BRAWL VOTERS

President Mac

Jon Goldberg

Miss Ronda

QUICK RE-CAP

MATCH 1
SHAWN CAGE Vs JTC
WINNER: Shawn Cage

MATCH 2
XAVIER REID Vs LIVING DEAD KARL
WINNER: Xavier Reid

MATCH 3
NATHAN CREED Vs METAL BLACK
WINNER: Metal Black

MATCH 4
EMMA LOUISE Vs CHRIS MAVERICK
WINNER: Emma Louise

MATCH 5
SAM ATTIC Vs SABRIYNN CASSIDY
WINNER: Sam Attic

MATCH 6
NON TITLE MATCH
SLADE HARDISON Vs SHADOW MAN (C)
WINNER: Shadow Man

MAIN EVENT
DEREK WELLINGS (C)  Vs TONY SAVAGE (C)
WINNER: Tony Savage

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