MNB #437 - OAKLAND

[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 437
OCTOBER 5TH 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 Oracle Arena in Oakland, California

EWC BRAWL
October 5th 2015
Live from Oracle Arena in Oakland, California
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Jeremy Piven
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: 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 episode 436.

We then get a video re-cap of RUMBLE IN THE BRONX. We see many of the Brawl superstars competiting in the 30 Man Battle Royal, ending with Shadow Man winning the Rumble in the Bronx. The video then speeds to the feud of Xplode and Tony Savage, then highlights of Xplodes career ending with  Xplode becoming the new EWC Champion. 

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, Nathan Creed, Metal Black, Living Dead Karl, Brett Black, Shawn Cage, King Flip, Slade Hardison, Emma Louise, Sabriynn Cassidy and Xaiver Reid

This is followed by highlights of showcasing Monday Night Brawl Champions: Kurt Newman, Shadow Man and Xplode

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 Oracle 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

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

Fireworks blast across the stage as the fans scream in delight. A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area! Another week has passed in the EWC Season and Monday Night Brawl has begun! The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!

The feed then switches to the announcer’s booth after one last explosion from a pyrotechnic. Joey Aiello and smiling next to Jeremy Piven. Both are dressed in black polo shirts with headsets on their heads as they look towards the viewer. Fans continuously wave as the television feed as Joey Aiello speaks:

Aiello: Hello and welcome to another episode of Monday Night Brawl! We are hot off the heels of Rumble in the Bronx! I can not express just how shocked I am at the results! We have a now declared a Rumble in the Bronx winner and with that… a new EWC Champion!

Piven: 3 years of excellence has finally brought this time in the EWC.. and the Era of X has truly begun! Jaden “Xplode” Hunter.. a 3rd generation superstar, has finally joined his illustrious family and captured the gold in epic fashion, defeating Tony Savage in front of a packed house in New York City! Xplode has done something that no one in his family has done however, and that is to become a triple crown champion!

Aiello: That’s right! President Mac, a close friend of Xplode, has chosen to come out here and start the show himself. It is no secret that Xplode and Mac have shared a close bond between them. I am hardly surprised that the President himself would come out here tonight.. and coronate the new champion of the EWC personally.

The lights dim down as the feed pans to the entrance stage! The fans begin to cheer and stand up as President Mac emerges from behind a black curtain. His entrance theme picks up immediately as the fans stand up and applaud his arrival!

Aiello: Here he is… The EWC President… Danny Mac! I love when he comes out here and addresses the fans. This should be good!

Dressed in black slacks and a form fitting shirt, President Mac walks down the ramp way and heads towards the ring. Once at ringside, he looks over his shoulder once and then rolls into the ring. The fans let off a loud pop as he stands back up. A microphone is handed to him as Danny nods in respect for the packed house around him. Behind him, a wooden podium rests in the center of the ring, a black apron draped over the top, hiding it’s contents.

President Mac: Good Evening Oakland. Glad to see you all here in such good spirits despite a heartbreaking loss to the Bears yesterday. Don't worry though, the Raiders are looking good. Great young and fast talent on the team. Anyways - I want to say a few words if you don't mind too much.

The fans continue to cheer for a bit more, some RAIDER chants pick up a little and then they calm down, allowing the President to speak.

President Mac: Last week, the EWC experienced the grand finale to a story that has been in the making for over three years. When I first met the man that I am going to introduce you to, he was a gifted young talent with lots of promise. I knew immediately that he had a future that would change the EWC, and I am proud to say that I was not wrong. I can honestly say that I have never seen a superstar overcome the amount of obstacles that this man has, from having to face undefeated EWC legends to complete closures of the company. This man never gave up… he never threw in the towel.. and he never made excuses. Upon the company reopening, this man put aside his personal needs to help this place grow once again. He was instrumental in the recent success of the EWC… believe that.

The fans cheer once again as Mac nods his head in response.

President Mac: That’s right.. cheer for him. He deserves it. Night in and night out, I have watched this man.. my friend.. come out to this ring and endure the boos and curses in his direction, only to keep his focus on the good of the EWC. As the former Vice President of Operations, he could have had it all. The power was his to do with as he wished. Instead, he resigned from the position and stepped back in the ring, wanting to achieve greatness the old fashioned way… through hard work and determination. This is the man that represents the EWC now. THIS.. IS YOUR NEW EWC CHAMPION!

The fans stand up and cheer now as President Mac smiles!

President Mac: TONIGHT.. IT IS MY PERSONAL PLEASURE.. TO ANNOUNCE OUR NEW EWC CHAMPION! HE IS THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS… HE IS ALSO MY BROTHER… PLEASE GIVE A STANDING OVATION TO… XPLODE!!!

“I Stand Alone” by Godsmack begins to play loudly as the arena literally becomes a madhouse! Stepping out unto the stage is Xplode. The EWC Championship is draped over his shoulder as he looks out at the fans! Saying nothing for a time, he slowly looks from left to right.. and then heads down the ramp way!

Piven: There he is! THE EWC CHAMPION IS HERE!!!! XPLODE!!!! XPLODE!!

Reaching ringside, X looks up at Mac. He then walks up the metal stairs and leans through the ropes. He then stops in front of the President.. and the two embrace. The fans love it as they chant: DESTROYER! DESTROYER!!! DESTROYER!!!!

President Mac: Jaden.. you have earned the right to carry the EWC Title with pride. I am not referring to the version that is on your shoulder though. We have a new era in the industry.. the Era of X! Let’s start this era with a new champion… and a new title belt!

President Mac yanks the curtain off of the podium, revealing a new EWC Title belt! Xplode’s name is proudly emblazoned across it. Removing the strap from the Podium, Mac hands it to X… and X accepts it! X then hands the old strap back to President Mac and raises the new title belt above his head to a thunderous applause! Mac claps in respect, and then hands the microphone to Xplode as the fans quiet down..

Xplode: First of all, thank you. Thank you Danny...

The fans cheer once more! Xplode drapes the title over his shoulder and continues to speak.

Xplode: Well, this is an odd situation, isn't it? I mean, look at everyone in this arena. The support that I am receiving from you.. the EWC universe.. is absolutely mind boggling. Give yourselves a hand... this is incredible.

Xplode stares out at the fans as they cheer loudly! 

Xplode: What's also incredible, is how damn fickle you fans are. I mean, look at all of you! Every last one of you in this arena are hanging on my every word, acting like you have supported me from day 1. Look, let's not bullshit each other here. You have never liked me and to be honest, I could honestly have ever given a crap about any one of you!

The fans look shocked as Xplode laughs in the ring. Boos start to ring out now!

Xplode: I don't need any bandwagon fans following me around now that I am the champion. I got this far on my own.. and I prefer to keep it that way! I mean, let's do the math.. going into the Rumble in the Bronx, I didn't hear anyone crying over the fact that there wasn't any posters with my face on them! I don't recall one damn person even mentioning my name at all! Everyone in the industry was swinging from the Tony Savage media ball sack like it was sweating out dollar bills! Now look at all of you.. begging for a hero. You won't find one here though. That's the facts... 

The fans stand up and boo loudly as Xplode holds the title over his head once again! President Mac is laughing as Xplode looks out at the fans. Xplode then pulls his hair back into a pony tail and continues to speak.

Xplode: That's right.. boo me. I am used to it. The fact remains that I am the damn standard for excellence in this company! You are looking at the best in the world today and that isn't changing any time soon. I have told you all for months that this day is coming, so accept it. Like it or not, I am representing the EWC now... and when I defend this strap, I will be defending the honor of this place as well. You all might as well get with the damn program! Think about the names in that locker room and you will quickly come to see that there isn't any one back there who is even on my level. 

The crowd starts to chant: SHADOW MAN! SHADOW MAN!!

Xplode: Shadow Man?! Really? The last time I checked, he was picking up his own teeth as my hand was being raised as the winner the last time we squared off. No, this is my time.  Like it or not... this era... MY ERA... has begun. 

Xplode slowly raises the championship as "I stand alone" by Godsmack begins to play again. Xplode ascends a turnbuckle, holding the strap for all to see! The entire arena pelts him with boos and jeers as Xplode soaks it all in, almost as if he is gaining strength from it.

Aiello: Wow... these fans are about to riot here tonight! Their opinions of the champ changed rather drastically, didn't it?

Piven: I think that was Xplode's point. Where were they when he was climbing the ranks? I don't blame him for responding this way.

Aiello: For once.. I completely agree with you. Hail to the new King! The Era of X is here.

The fans continue to cheer… and the feed fades out as we see Xplode raising the championship proudly.

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BACKSTAGE

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Backstage at Brawl, Slade Hardison is in a locker room listening to music loudly. The cameraman knocks on the door and enters the room.

Slade: Hello there. Sorry let me turn the music down.

Slade turns the music down and grabs a bottle of water and takes a sip.

Slade: That's better. Tonight is going to be a war zone in the ring. I'm hyped and ready to roll. Plus I'm wrestling in the arena of my favorite NBA team, My boys, the Golden State Warriors. Oh yeah, it's on tonight. I'm sure that my boys from the team will be in the building. Its time to put on a show tonight.

Slade bucks at the camera and throws a few punches Muhammed Ali style.

Slade: This match may be one of the biggest matches that I've ever been involved in here at EWC. Kellar and I have no bad blood between us. We are just two superstars that are rising up the ranks. Tonight will be interesting after the match also. After the match, we will see what the future holds between myself and Kellar. The future may be bright, it may not be. Right now, its time to focus on the task at hand, having fun and winning!

Slade stares down the camera as the scence fades to black.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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BACKSTAGE

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The feed cuts to static, then blurry footage. A dark room, a boiler room perhaps, or some other unsavory sub-basement of the arena. A tilted camera angle. A young woman in overly decorative nurse attire, slouched against the concrete wall. Her head is tipped back, eyes to the ceiling.

Nurse Kinsley: Vaccination.

She takes a deep breath, lowering her gaze to the camera. One eye seems to be whited out, as if blinded, the other glowing a sickly green in the dimly lit chamber.

Nurse Kinsley: In layman's term, a portion or weakened variation of a disease is introduced to the human body. It stimulates the immune system to an early response; the body becomes acclimated to the illness. It adjusts. It becomes comfortable, even. The body develops resistances, so that in the event the body contracts the disease in the wild... the body accepts it as normal. Nothing changes. The body ignores the differences.

Is fear a disease?

She tilts her head. One eye twitches involuntarily.

Nurse Kinsley: The vaccination process for fear is similar. If small, safe doses of vertical height are introduced at a young age, the human mind is better able to cope with more dangerous heights later in life. Those most afraid of vipers are those that have never encountered one. Those who have spent their life in the dark have become acclimated to it. They've adjusted. They've become comfortable.

Little doses of fear.

In time, you'll understand why this is happening to you. To become stronger, we must expose ourselves. Little doses. You'll accept it as normal, eventually. Acclimated. Adjusted. Comfortable. You'll start small, digging your way from the depths as your ancestors once did... inch by inch, crawling. The bizarre, the frightening, will become commonplace. You'll ease into the idea, into the understanding of it. Crawling. You'll gain stature. You'll rise. In time...

In time, you will all walk.

I'm Nurse Kinsley.

I'll be your unlicensed medical provider this evening.

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BACKSTAGE

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Elsewhere, one of the entrance doors elsewhere in the arena, and in walks Jon Kellar. 

Aiello: Here comes one of EWC's newest talents... looking to bounce back from a disappointing performance in the Rumble. He scored a few eliminations, but made a costly error.

Piven: And tonights he finds himself squaring off against someone who he seemed to be forming some kind of alliance with. 

Aiello: Kellar promised to show Hardison "the error of his ways" tonight...

Piven: He said he was going to "destroy" him... that's a bit more than showing someone the error of their ways... and he's doing it all in the name of making them... allies? In what f**king universe does that make any sense?

Kellar continues his focussed walk down the corridor, when a familiar voice pipes up.

Ace Heart: Mr Kellar!

Kellar turns

Kellar: Who are you?

Heart: I'm Ace Heart, I'm the backstage interviewer for BRAWL...

Kellar: I've never seen you before...

Heart: No, I've never been able to catch you.

Suddenly, Kellar starts whispering to himself

Dynamite: This fool is wasting our time... we have a match to prepare for...

Heart looks confused

Heart: Did you say something?

Kellar: No, I was... just thinking out loud. Go on, ask your questions.

Heart: Okay... just a few questions about your match with...

Dynamite: No good will come of this...

Kellar: The man's just trying to do his job...

Dynamite: And you have a more important job to do... walk away...

Heart: Mr Kellar...

Dynamite: Slade Hardison will not be defeated by soundbites and pithy comments... he will be defeated by force and focus... walk away...

Heart: Are you okay?

Kellar shakes his head, slipping out of his trance.

Kellar: I'm fine... listen, I'm new here so I'm not surprised you don't know but... sometimes I just don't give interviews... tonight, I just want to focus on the match.

Heart: Okay... another time perhaps?

Kellar: Yes, of course.

Heart departs and Kellar continues his way down the corridor.

Dynamite: Your focus is slipping Jon...

Kellar: No it isn't... there's nothing wrong with an interview or two.

Dynamite: You're a fighter, not a politician or a stand up comedian. You remember why we're here... right?

Kellar: To destroy Slade Hardison... show him no good will come of being a "man of the people"...

Dynamite: Good... focus on that goal... did you bring everything we need?

Kellar: Yes... 

Dynamite: Good... now let's find ourselves a quiet room somewhere...

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SHOW OPENER
LUCY MIDDLEY Vs BELLA DALCA

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Aiello: This is the opening contest for tonight’s Monday Night Brawl, we see Lucy Middley and Bella Dalca going one on one.

Piven: Two daring divas, I would love have on the set of Entourage with me.

Jessica Stroup: From Montpelier, Vermont, LUCY MIDDLEY!

if you're sick

if you're sick

if you're sick

if you're sick of it

if you're sick

if you're sick

IF YOU'RE SICK OF IT!

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

Jessica Stroup: And her opponent already in the ring, now residing in New Orleans, Louisiana, BELLA DALCA.

Josh Daniels signals for the bell.

Bella and Lucy circle each other, before Bella applies a high collared tie up to Lucy reverses it into Side headlock, Bella Irish Whips Lucy into the ropes. Lucy hits Bella with an Inverted Atomic Drop. Follows up with an inverted headscissors stinkface followed up with a inverted headlock backbreaker, then goes for the pinfall.

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KICKOUT BY Bella!

Aiello: Lucy Middley is putting on a clinic out there.

Piven: She’s fighting like she has a chip on her shoulder.

As she gets off of her Lucy rolls Bella in schoolgirl pin, grabbing Bella’s tight’s for leverage.

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Kickout by Bella!

Piven: Middley trying to pull a fast one!

Aiello: No go though, Jeremy.

Bella slightly frustrated is locked in Lucy’s bodyscissors. Lucy applies pressure. Bella powers out. Lucy Irish Whips Bella into the corner and hits her with a Double High Knee into the corner. The crowd boos Lucy. But Lucy is unphased. Bella hits the mat. Lucy is feeling on top of world as she struts over to Bella fallen body. But is captured inside Bella’s inside cradle pin attempt.

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KICKOUT! By Lucy

Aiello: Back & forth action by these lovely ladies.

Piven: I’m sure this will come to a head soon enough.

Bella has a wicked smile on her face as she turns around and is met with Lucy Middley’s CRITICAL CHANCE! Both divas lie on the mat.

Aiello: Dire straits for both Divas.

Lucy Middley makes her way to the top rope and hit the Penultimate Finish!

Piven: Lucy adding insult to injury.

Then Lucy goes for THE LAST CHANCE!

Aiello: Why doesn’t Middley end this onslaught.

Finally Lucy Middley goes for NIGHT NIGHT BELLA DALCA!

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Jessica Stroup: Winner of this match by pinfall, Lucy Middley!

Aiello: Oh my god I didn’t think Lucy wanted to end this.

Piven: She was fighting like she had something prove.

Lucy runs around the ring like she has won the world title after her stunning defeat of Bella Dalca.

WINNER: LUCY MIDDLEY

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BACKSTAGE

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Somewhere in a darkened room backstage we find Jon Kellar. He is sitting in the centre of the room, legs crossed, with three candles in front of him, and his face now painted in the reds whites and blacks of the Human Dynamite mask.

Kellar: This is ridiculous...

Dynamite: You didn't think so when you were a World Champion...

Kellar: The fact that I didn't think it didn't make it any less ridiculous...

Dynamite: Look, you're the one who got into that whole Puroresu-Alternate-Personality-Eastern-Mysticism... stuff... you want to bring out the inner fire, this is how your fucked up mind does it.

Kellar: Fine...

Kellar closes his eyes and breathes deeply, inhaling the smoke from the candles.

Dynamite: Let's begin... who is your enemy...

Kellar: Slade Hardison...

Dynamite: What do you seek?

Kellar: The fire... the rage... the strength to destroy him...

Dynamite: Picture the wall...

Kellar: I see it...

Dynamite: That which you seek lies beyond it... can you feel it...

Kellar: I hear the fire... I smell the smoke... I feel the heat...

Dynamite: Break down the wall, and set the fire free...

Kellar: Break down the wall...

Dynamite: Break down the wall...

Piven: What the f**k is going on?

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BACKSTAGE

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It was very dark inside of the room but was lite up by candles surround someone on the floor. They person was wearing a black cloak over their head as they were whispers some words over and over again. They would giggle here and there but come to a stop once they heard footsteps behind them. The person slowly remove their cloak over their head it was no other then Brenda Vixen. She slowly stood up as she move her head to the side as she spoke.  

Welcome all to my little shrine... For those who don’t know who I am. I am Brenda Vixen. I use to walk among the so called light of this world. Trying to live the life you're all call normal living. The light of this world might have affect certain members of my family. It might have brainwashed into thinking the things my father have taught us was wrong. It is something they will have to leave with.  

She move her head to the other side as she spoke some more.  

I have been away from EWC quite some times. A few of your guys might have remember me working under the wing of Doug E Fresh from Sin City Wrestling. A man till this day I would have the greatest honor towards. It takes a lot for a person like me to do that towards people. People might felt I was used. People might felt I was brainwashed into been apart of his little group of worships. His little group of worships helped me realized who I am truly am.  

She rub her hands together as she grins. 

I am the one and true monster of this world. I am the one that strike fears into morals of this world. I disappear into the darkest for awhile. I felt lost. I felt I hand no more purpose since the death of my father. My family try to get me to see things their way. They are on a different path and it was a path I just couldn’t see myself going too.  

That when she felt a hand on her shoulder as she just grins as she slowly got down on her knees in front of the person. The person that was standing behind her was servant William Townsend wheel in right beside him was Edgar Wellington.  She looks up at them with a big huge grin.  

When I thought I was lost.... I was found once again in the darkest. I will do whatever my master wants. He want everyone blood, bones and brains all over the mat or ground for Karl. I will do. He want me to break every last bones of everyone around here for Karl to feed off. I will do just that. If he want me to eat the beating heart of a person and give it to Karl. I will do that. I will do whatever it takes for everyone around here to fear Karl. They will wish they were NEVER born once I am finish with them. The Dead have arise around here. The Dead is living among you now. There is nothing you can do about it. We are all coming after.... We are coming!!!!!  

She lower her head as she start to whispers some more words as she was worshiping this man it seems. Edgar Wellington sat there with a grin on his face just laughing as the scene fade to black.

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MATCH 2
EMMA LOUISE Vs ALEX CROSS

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

Piven: Ahhh… this is the highlight of my day.

Aiello: Emma Louise does not lack for confidence here.

The lights around the arena go completely out as fans hold up lighters and cellphones to try and restore some light to the otherwise dark arena.

"I'm rising up

I've had enough"

Those words are sung as "Invincible" by Adelitas Way starts to play around the arena. A lone spotlight hits the stage as red, white, and blue pyros shoot into the air.

"Bow down

I'm invincible tonight

I'm alive

Take a look into my eyes

This time I'ma take you for a ride

I'm invincible tonight."

As the music continues to play Alex Cross steps out onto the stage and looks out over the crowd. The young man slowly makes his way down the ramp as the crowd boos. He stops halfway down the ramp and looks out over the masses before shaking his head and heading the rest of the way down the ramp. A fan shoves a sign in his face which he quickly rips from the fans hands and tears in half before throwing it on the ramp below.

He makes his way down the ramp and stops at the base of the entrance ramp, looking as a couple of fans reach out to touch him. He jerks away and feigns attacking them before smirking and walking to the ring steps where he jogs up and climbs into the ring. He holds both arms out to his side and jaws with the crowd as they boo while leaning against the ropes. The crowd continues to scream at Alex as he smiles.

Aiello: A less than welcoming response for Alex Cross here… he doesn’t seem to be letting it get to him though.

The bell rings and Alex and Emma circle each other before tying up. Emma takes the initiative and gets a side headlock, but Alex reaches round her waist and drops her with a belly to back suplex. He tries for an armbar, but Emma rolls away.

Aiello: Alex Cross showing that mat experience there… he’ll look to keep this one on on the ground and try to nullify Emma’s speed…

They tie up again and Emma gets Alex in a front facelock. She goes for a suplex but Alex resists, and instead plants her into the mat with a suplex of his own. Again, he tries for the arm, but Emma is quick to escape.

Aiello: Emma may need to rethink her strategy here, trading holds with someone with a BJJ background may not be wise.

Piven: She can put me in any hold she…

Aiello: Stop… just stop right now…

Another tie up sees Alex establish a wrist lock and an arm wrench. Emma winces in the hold, but walks around the ring, before rolling through it and taking Alex down with a leg sweep, followed by a standing moonsault. Emma hooks the leg.

Aiello: Emma going for a quick finish!

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Aiello: Now we see the speed and agility of Emma Louise coming into play.

Piven: She can…

Aiello: Enough!

Piven: Sure hit a great Asai moonsault…

Aiello: Oh… I didn’t think…

Piven: And she’s got a great as…

Aiello: And we’re back.

As Piven’s lechery continues, Emma has Alex up against the barrier and nails him with a knife edge chop.

Crowd: WOOO!!!

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Crowd: WOOOO!!!!

Emma puts her finger to her lips to quiet the crowd, then goes for another chop, but Alex turns it around and pins her against the barrier. He grabs her in a front face lock and lifts her into a suplex, before dropping her stomach first onto the barrier. He rolls her back into the ring and joins her just in time to break the 10 count, and tries for a cover.
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Aiello: Strong showing from the debutant Alex Cross, looking to keep the pressure on here.

Alex goes to pull Emma to her feet but she surprises him with a kick to the gut. He grabs her and tries to throw her into the corner, but as she reaches it she jumps to the top rope and moonsaults behind him. He turns, and Emma plants him into the mat with the X-factor, before going for a quick cover.
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Piven: Here we go! High risk move coming!!!

Emma blows a kiss to the crowd and leaps off, landing with a picture perfect moonsault. She covers Alex

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Aiello: Emma was so close there!!!

Emma pulls herself up and stalks Alex as he gets up. She rebounds off the ropes and goes for a Spin Kick, but Alex ducks. He grabs her in a rear waist lock and goes for a belly to back suplex, but she battles out of it and counters into a rear facelock. She goes for an “Em’s the Breaks”, but Alex knees her in the head to put a stop to that. As she staggers away, Alex grabs her and plants her hard into the mat with the “Cross Up”. Still groggy from the DDT and the X-Factor… Alex just about manages to cover Emma.

Piven: That’s it! That’s got to be it!!

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Aiello: Unbelievable, both competitors kicking out of hard hitting moves here!!!

Alex cannot believe it as Emma refuses to stay down for the full three. He protests to the referee, but gets nowhere. He pulls himself up to his feet and as Emma stands he grabs her in a rear waist lock, looking for a German Suplex.

Emma throws an elbow back and breaks the hold, before grabbing Alex in a ¾ front facelock. With a raised hand and a smile, she plants him into the mat with the “Girl Crush”. Alex face plants into the canvas and goes limp as Emma rolls him over.

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Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match is Emma Louise

Aiello: That’s it, a big win for Emma but disappointing for the debuting Alex Cross. Alex will look to improve here and come out strong next week, meanwhile Emma can be proud of this victory and continue to climb her way up the ranks here in the EWC

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BACKSTAGE

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Kellar is still sitting in the room, his eyes still closed. Rocking back and forth as his eyelids move from side to side. He is repeating the same phrase over and over again, in his voice and in Dynamite's whisper.

Dynamite: Break down the wall...

Kellar: Break down the wall... 

Dynamite: Break down the wall...

Kellar: Break down the wall!!!

A (convenient) gust of wind blows the candles out. Kellar's eyes fly open, and he stares straight ahead. He speaks, but with the Human Dynamite's "whisper" in place of his normal voice. 

Kellar: The wall is broken... I am ready.

Without another word, Kellar stands and leaves the room, heading towards the ring.

Piven: Well that was disturbing...

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MATCH 3
SLADE HARDISON Vs JON KELLAR

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Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Lexington, Kentucky! Standing 6’3” and weighing in at 255 lbs, he is SLADE HARDISON!

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

Joe Aiello: Slade Hardison making an impressive showing here in recent weeks. He had a great showing at Rumble in the Bronx when he eliminated Lucy Middley. Even though he did not win the rumble, he’s still coming into this match on a hot off a strong showing.

Jeremy Piven: Too bad he was eliminated a few seconds later by Brett Black. But at the least, he had some help in the match thanks to his opponent tonight. There may be some chemistry with these guys if they don’t hate each other too much after tonight’s match.

Jessica Stroup: His opponent, from Croydon, England. Standing 6’2” and weighing in at 209 lbs, he is “The Human Dynamite” JON KELLAR!



Jeremy Piven: Now this man made a great appearance at the Rumble. He also didn’t win it but he did have a strong showing. He's also been very visible here tonight, in a somewhat odd and disturbing way

Joe Aiello: You’re right; Going back to the Rumble, he helped eliminate Justin Sanity and did eliminate Randy Roberts by himself before getting eliminated by Shelley Silver. We’ll find out if the temporary alliance was just that at the rumble of if these guys can compete against one another in a friendly fashion.

The referee checks both men out and calls for the bell. Jon and Slade meet in the center of the ring and Slade offers to bump fists with Jon. Taking him up, the two bump fists and circle each other as the fans cheer loudly. The two start of my testing each other out with some jabs and strikes, Slade is the first to go in for a tie up but Jon Kellar acts first by driving a knee into his opponent’s rib.

He drives an elbow into Slade’s face, goes into a front headlock and hits a Fisherman Suplex and dropping down, hits a D’Arce Choke. Slade fights back and tries to roll around and is able to roll close enough to the ropes to put a foot on them. Jon holds the D’Arce Choke until the count of 3, let’s go and starts hammering away at his opponent. Slade rolls into Jon as he steps over and trips him up; this allows Slade time to get up.

The two look at each other and this time Jon Kellar goes into Slade striking and stunning him. Slade leans on the ropes and tries fighting back. He grabs Jon and manages to push him down but Jon keeps a hold on him and locks in a guillotine. Once more Slade is fighting for survival and manages to grab on the ropes and the referee forces the hold to break during his count.

Joe Aiello: A lot of that MMA is coming into play with these two. Slade having much is getting more than be wanted from the well trained and experienced Jon Kellar.

Jeremy Piven: Jon Kellar’s got his head on straight after being eliminated in a foolish fashion at Rumble in the Bronx. Slade Hardison on the other hand, not so much but he’s just as hungry for a win here.

Jon grabs his opponent’s leg and starts stomping on Slade’s midsection, but as he throws a kick meant for Slade’s ribs, Slade grabs his opponent’s leg and trips him up. Crawling up his opponent’s body quickly, Slade begins punching the back of his opponent’s head hard. Standing up with Jon’s arm, Slade hits a few elbows on Jon’s arm then hits a DDT.

Slade stands up and hits sever fist drops over Slade’s head and chest. Jon tries to get up, but as he leans up, Slade hits a knee to his chest, presses him into the ropes, Irish whips him across the ring, and bounces back to hit a drop kick and floors Jon. Standing up again, Slade starts to stomp and kick his over his head and shoulders.

Pulling him to his feet, Slade drives a few elbows into Jon’s face, hits a belly-to-belly Suplex and goes for a cover…



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Joe Aiello: Slade Hardison tried to get an early win here tonight himself. But Jon Kellar isn’t exactly going to go down to a pin fall easily.

Jeremy Piven: I don’t think we’re going see this match end easily. Jon’s going to go for the tap outs while Slade is trying to prove dominance by getting the pin. So this will be a very interesting fight tonight.

Slade hooks an arm around his opponent’s neck and locks in a sleeper hold. Jon rolls trying to free himself but Slade rolls with him and then locks his legs around Jon’s waist. The referee sees Jon’s hand on ropes and calls for the break, force Slade to release him. He backs away and allows Jon to stand up, Slade circles around his opponent, throwing a few punches at the chest and face of Jon Kellar.

Keller holds his arms up and blocks a few of the attacks and makes a few jabs himself then fallows up with a kick. Slade catches his opponent’s leg, drives his elbow into the knee and drops down with him. Grabbing hold of his opponent’s leg, Jon kicks the knee several times then tries for a figure four leg lock.

Jon Kellar yells loudly, trying to break the hold, and slams his fist several times on Slade’s legs but nothing happens. Slade tries to increase the pressure which causes Jon to lean back and the referee starts counting!


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Jeremy Piven: I don’t believe it! Jon Kellar pushed through and reversed a figure four leg lock! Now Slade Hardison is in a lot of trouble.

Joe Aiello: Jon Kellar is a professional fighter and a professional wrestler. He’s figured a way to reverse the hold. Can he get a the win through submission here or will Slade Hardison escape?

Slade pulls their combined weight and Jon tries to pull the other way. But Slade is able to push him a little harder and grabs the ropes. The two releases the hold, Jon Kellar is up first and drives a knee into his opponent’s rib cage, then slams his forearm against Slade’s head. Jon hits a release German Suplex on Slade, and he slams his head hard on the canvas. Slade gets onto his hands and knees, but doesn’t expect that Jon is above him and hits a tiger Suplex.

Holding onto one of Slade’s right arm, Jon then locks in a triangle armbar. Slade yells loudly, trying to fight off against Jon’s strong and painful attacks. Pulling the weight, Slade tries to pull him over to the ropes but Jon manages to drop his opponent with a swift heel to the back of his head.

Jon manages to get into a dominant position over Slade and keeps his triangle armbar locked in firmly. Slade screams loudly as Jon increases the amount of pressure of pulling his arm way from his body.

Joe Aiello: You now he’s really in pain now. Slade Hardison knew it would have a challenge in Jon Kellar but I don’t think he knew he would have this much of a problem with a professional mixed martial artist.

Jeremy Piven: Some people draw the short start and if he cannot escape from this hold and get out, he’ll have to tape out to the superior mixed martial artist. But don’t expect Slade Hardison to tap out, there’s still fight in him.

Slade tries to escape still; he drives his free fist into the face of Jon Kellar hard, several times. After five or six punches, Jon releases the hold and Slade nearly collapses onto the ropes. He holds the ropes and tries to recover, but Jon isn’t letting up, he drives a fist across his face hard enough for Slade to release the top rope then is hit with an Ultibreaker and immediately hits the Kellar Klutch[/u]! The fans go wild as Slade is stuck in the hold and has nowhere to go. Unable to escape, Slade refuses to tap out and starts turning bright red. Seeing no other choice, the referee calls for the bell. Jon releases the hold and the referee tells Jessica his ruling.[/i]

Jessica Stroup: Due to the referee stopping the match, here is your winner by submission, JON KELLAR!

WINNER BY REFEREE STOPPING/SUBMISSION: JON KELLAR

”Heart of Courage” hits the PA system as Jon helps Slade up, shake hands and give a bro hug. Holding his pained arm, Slade climbs out of the ring and starts walking up the ramp with head held high and the fans patting him on the back.

Joe Aiello: What a great show of sportsmanship! Great job done by both men, and Jon Kellar picks up the win here tonight.

Jeremy Piven: Jon Kellar, the professional fighter has picked up one of the biggest wins he could tonight on Brawl. Maybe we’ll eventually see a teaming up of Jon Kellar and Slade Hardison?

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BACKSTAGE

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Ace Heart nervously adjusts his collar as he stands next to William Townsend who stands next to a moaning Living Dead Karl. It's like Friday standing next to The Ugandan Headhunter over here!

Ace Heart: Uh, well... this is an unpleasant turn of events. It's all fun and games being the only interviewer in the EWC until someone has to interview these guys- erm, I mean, Mr. Townsend, Mr., uh... Doe?

William looks down on the relatively diminutive mouthpiece. He doesn't appear fazed by Ace's implications.

William Townsend: Doe is an acceptable placeholder for now, yes.

Ace Heart: All righty then. Well, Mr. Townsend, Mr. Doe, to what do we owe this... I don't want to say "honor", but... something?

William Townsend: We've been allotted this time to announce that tonight, a heavy-handed approach will be necessary in order to elevate The Endless Walk's status as not so much a threat to one or two of the EWC's instigators, but rather a force of nature that everyone must give pause to, prepare for,... but inevitably succumb to. We've added to our ranks at Rumble in the Bronx with the addition of the mightiest woman on Earth, Brenda Vixen, and soon, another will reveal themselves. Very soon. Tonight.

Ace gulps a bit, then clears his throat.

Ace Heart: Well, I'm glad I renewed my contract for another three years.

He looks over at Living Dead Karl. Mr. Doe. Wrapped in bandages and unable to communicate with the real world, he doesn't seem that frightening to Ace. There was something about an urban-speaking zombie that was unnerving; a wailing mummy is just bad theatre. He points toward LDK with his thumb.

Ace Heart: And, uh, what about this guy?

William Townsend: What about him?

Ace Heart: Does he have anything to say for himself?

William looks at Ace, his visage shifting ever so slightly to expose a modicum of irritation at his query. He then turns to LDK, then looks off-camera, beckoning for someone to come forth.

And sure enough, Kay and Roy drag a kicking and screaming woman into frame, forcing her to stand with her back to the failed experiment.

Random Woman: No no, please, no, I've got a kid, I've got a, I've got a-a baby girl, I-

Heavy hands clamp down on both side of the woman's head. Her voice gets cut off abruptly. Her eyes widen. She is his. A voice. A meal. Doomed to be his speaking vessel, then no more. Ace can only look on, powerless to do anything but bear witness to the scene.

Woman's Voice/LDK's Words: I speak. Again. This night... I clip the dragon's wings. Red becomes yellow. No one... can stop me. I will have my revenge. Red Dragon... Griffin Hawkins... Shelley Silver... all are the same. Dead. A meal fit for a king. Fit for me... too. One day I will be whole again. Then... you will all become one... with us... The Endless Walk...

William shakes his head.

William Townsend: Hmm, his eloquence seems to vary. All the same, the point's been made. Pay close attention to what happens next, Mr. Heart. Pay very very close attention.

Ace Heart: I'll pay attention from all the way back here, thank you. Well, there you have it, folks, The Endless Walk have promised some big th- GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST!!!

Ace happened to notice that LDK was quietly gnawing away at the woman's neck. She offers no resistance. Ace scampers away, hoping he never has to see these ghastly jerks again, but knowing he will.

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MATCH 4

RED DRAGON Vs LIVING DEAD KARL

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Jessica Stroup: Coming to the ring first, from Gettysburg, Pennsylvania... Living Dead Karl!

Mist begins to rise, soon blanketing most of the arena at low altitudes, the eerie mood augmented with the dimming of the lights, all of which is accompanied by "Pretend We're Dead". At about 15 seconds into the song, a form manifests itself from the once-obscuring fog as if having risen from the ground itself. At about the 35-second mark, Living Dead Karl shambles into view, arms extended, moaning like the zombie he is, but unlike before when he would be doing this mockingly, it appears more uncontrollable now. Anyway, he makes his way to the ring, not interacting with the fans. Once he reaches ring-side, he storms inside the ring, but he then looks lost.

Piven: Ever since the... uh, the Stranger Eggos?

Aiello: Strange Aeons, Piven.

Piven: Yeah, that one. Ever since that whole thing and this Endless Walk crap started, Karl's been freaking the whole locker room out. More than usual, I mean.

Aiello: We are definitely seeing a dark side to Living Dead Karl, a man we thought was nothing but dark side.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from parts unknown... Red Dragon!

The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as David Draiman's "FORSAKEN" begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. Movement is seen near the entrance as Red Dragon pushes the curtain aside with the end of his ever present femur wrapped in barbwire steps into the arena. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring.

Piven: Speaking of dark sides, here's a man that EWC hasn't seen in a while!

Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet resting the femur on the ropes. The bell barely gets a chance to ring before Karl comes barrelling across the ring, putting down Red Dragon with a powerful clothesline.

Aiello: Good lord!

Piven: This ain't ya momma's Karl, Joey.

Red Dragon practically flies back to his feet. Another clothesline from Karl! Third time's the charm... Dragon kips up, ducks the clothesline, kicks Karl in the gut...

...and Karl doesn't move an inch. Red Dragon looks almost confused for a second, but shakes it off quickly, firing a stiff shot to Karl's head. And another. And another. Karl stares him down, blankly, the entire time. He doesn't even recoil!

Aiello: It's Rumble in the Bronx all over again!

Piven: Karl's not even flinching!

Karl reaches out for Dragon's throat, but Red Dragon, with his superior speed, launches a dropkick to Karl's knee before he gets squeezed. That's at least enough to elicit a response, Karl dropping to the afflicted knee and grabbing onto the ropes for support. Red Dragon takes the opportunity, hooking a sleeper hold on Karl and ripping him away from the ropes (against the referee's protests). They both hit the mat, Red Dragon hooking his legs around Karl's waist.

Aiello: A solid plan from EWC veteran Red Dragon. If you can't strike him down, put him to sleep.

Piven: Does Karl even breathe?

Aiello: Maybe you could... cut off his circulation?

Piven: Does Karl bleed?

Karl's arms flail wildly for a moment, reaching for the ropes, reaching for the referee, reaching for anything. Red Dragon has the lock sealed in tight, though, his positioning just good enough to keep Karl from going anywhere. Karl's movements begin to slow... his flailing tuckers out... his fighting ceases. He doesn't tap out, but he does stop moving.

Aiello: Whatever it is Red Dragon's doing, it does appear to be working.

The referee hesitates to touch Living Dead Karl, but he finally musters the bravery to take his hand. He hoists it into the air once...

...and it drops, lifeless.

He hoists it into the air again...

...and it drops, lifeless.

He hoists it into the air, one more time...

...And Karl clenches a fist. He slams it against the mat. The referee backs right the heck up. Squaring his shoulders, Karl begins to pull himself to his feet, even with Red Dragon still holding the Sleeper. Dragon starts to show a little panic as both men are brought to a stand, just in time for Karl to drop back down, and hard, hitting Red Dragon with a modified jawbreaker.

Piven: He's unstoppable!

Aiello: It really looked like Red Dragon was going to secure the early victory, but it might take more than that to put down Karl!

Red Dragon is almost to his feet when Karl gives him a hand, grabbing a handful of hair. Karl throws a few punches into Dragon's face, then hooks the head of Red Dragon for a DDT (or maybe a suplex)... but Red Dragon reverses! Northern Lights Suplex! He bridges for the pin--

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Barely a two count! Karl and Red Dragon fire stiff shots into each other as they're rising to their feet, but Karl seems to get the edge. He grabs Dragon's arm, swings him in for a short-arm lariat... but Red Dragon ducks it and keeps going! He hits the ropes, he comes back and--

NO! CODE BLUE! Scoop powerslam from Karl! He rises to a litany of boos from the live crowd, their hatred only escalating as Karl starts stomping away at Red Dragon's head. One stomp, and the fans boo. Two stomps, they boo harder. Three stomps, and Karl actually does stop to stare the crowd down... but he doesn't emote. He doesn't say anything. He just gazes off into the audience... and then goes for the fourth stomp, but Red Dragon catches his foot!

Karl fights it but is quickly unbalanced, Red Dragon scrambling to his feet as he trips Karl to the mat. A struggle ensues, the audience starting to liven up as Dragon puts him in a Texas Cloverleaf!

Aiello: Red Dragon digging back into that bag of submissions.

Piven: And why not? It's not like he's going to punch Karl's lights out! The wheel might be spinning, but that hamster's been dead for decades.

Red Dragon hooks the Cloverleaf in pretty tight, but Karl's superhuman strength is already dragging the two of them toward the ropes. Inch after inch he moves closer, reaching out with his grimy undead hand... and he gets it! The referee tells Dragon to break it up, and after some very flustered hesitance, Red Dragon relinquishes.

As Living Dead Karl starts to pull himself up on the ropes, Red Dragon hits the other side of the ring and comes back... clothesline! He drags Karl right over the top rope, and the zombie hits the floor. Dragon takes a deep breath, takes another run... and goes flying over the ropes himself! Suicide dive! Karl had just started to get back to his feet, and both men hit the guard rail! The crowd is going nuts! The referee starts the count.

Aiello: Red Dragon not normally a fan favorite here in EWC.

Piven: With moves like that? And against Karl here lately, it's hard not to get the fans behind you. Seriously, the guy's a monster.

Both men are down and trying to gather their wits. It looks like the move may have taken more out of Red Dragon than it did out of Karl, as the Putrid Pugilist is the first one back to his feet. He fires a few stomps at Red Dragon as he tries to get up, followed by a couple of punches to the head once Dragon's found his footing. Karl grabs Red Dragon by the hair and starts to slam his face into the guard rail...

...but Red Dragon counters, grabs Karl, and slams his face into the railing! Karl recoils and turns away, grasping at his face, but Red Dragon chases! BULLDOG onto the FLOOR! Red Dragon slides under the bottom rope and back into the ring, resetting the count... and heading for the turnbuckle.

Piven: Ohhh no.

Aiello: This is a bad idea.

Just as Karl's climbing to his feet, Red Dragon comes flying off the top rope! He hurdles toward Karl and the floor for what looks like a crossbody... and Karl catches him. Karl stumbles a few steps across the arena floor with Red Dragon in tow...

RUNNING POWERSLAM!

INTO THE STEEL STEPS!

Red Dragon is broken in half, bahgawd! Karl almost collapses himself, but clearly isn't as shaken up as Red Dragon is.

Aiello: Why is this match still going on?!

Piven: Well, I mean, nobody's swung anything yet. It's not... technically illegal. Technically.

It's actually Karl that slides in to reset the referee's count this time, and just barely so. He steps out onto the apron, approaching where Red Dragon is laying across the stairs... and goes for a stomp on Dragon's head. Red Dragon just narrowly rolls out of the way and to his feet, but Karl immediately comes off the apron with a double axehandle to the staggering Dragon. Red Dragon drops to one knee.

Karl starts clubbing him across the head and back, and the boos of the audience are almost deafening at floor level. After several more hard shots to Red Dragon, Karl's attention is again drawn to the live crowd... in particular, a woman in the audience with a baby in her arms.

Karl lurches forward, past Red Dragon, and the audience splits like the Red Sea. A whole subsection of the front row recoils in terror as Karl reaches over the railing, almost getting a handful of baby.

Piven: For God's sakes, Karl!

Aiello: Wow.

While Karl's distracted, Red Dragon slooowly stumbles to his feet... and hooks another sleeper hold on Karl!

He forcefully rips Karl away from the guard rail, but Karl's not having any of it. He throws himself backward, slamming Red Dragon's spine into the edge of the apron. Once. Twice. The third time Karl puts far more momentum into it, and Red Dragon crumples, loosening the hold. Karl spins around and hits him in the head with a hard elbow, and Red Dragon collapses in Living Dead Karl's arms.

Karl takes hold of Red Dragon, rolling him back into the ring. He follows, barely in time for the referee not to count him out. He starts trying to pull Red Dragon to his feet to set him up for something else, but Dragon doesn't even look conscious.

Aiello: This match is pretty well over already.

Finally, Karl gets Red Dragon to stand up long enough to haul him into the air. He slings Dragon across his shoulders, the crowd showering him with boos as he stands there for a moment... but suddenly, Red Dragon kicks to life! From atop Karl's shoulders he throws knees, he throws elbows... and he slips off of Karl! He hooks the head on his way down... DDT!

The crowd is on their feet! They might not like Red Dragon that much, but Karl tried to grab a baby. Red Dragon makes his way to the turnbuckle, hobbling as fast as he can to the top before Karl can get up...

SPINNING! BACKWARD! 450! SPLASH!

Aiello: Nail in the Coffin!

Piven: EWC hasn't seen one of those in a while!

He stays on Karl!

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DING DING DING!

Jessica Stroup: Your winner... RED DRAGON!

"Forsaken" by Disturbed hits the PA, and the audience erupts for the returning Red Dragon. He looks peeved and confused, both at the warm response and at how incredibly hard it was to put Karl down. Dragon shrugs angrily at the fans before grasping at his lower back.

Winner: Red Dragon

Finished off is never going to be the right word for what occurs to a vanquished zombie in any state. LDK gradually stirs once more after what some might refer to as an upset win for the triumphant Red Dragon.

Aiello: Why do I have this feeling that it would have been better if Living Dead Karl would have won this one?

Piven: Because history, Joey? Anyway, I'm sure Mr. Forsythe's already whipping up a punishment for this failure!

LDK rises to his feet on his own, looking up to the heavens, arms raised at their elbows, as if imploring the cosmos for an answer to his plight... but the roar that follows lack a sorrowful tone. It is a clarion call.

Crawling from underneath the ring, rushing from out of the crowds and from beyond the Gorilla position, scores of zombies! Zombies! Zombies everywhere! They're in your eyes! Lies in your eyes!!!

Aiello: Oh no, oh no, this is bad, this is so bad!

Piven: I thought you didn't believe in zombies, Joey!

Aiello: I believe in a group of guys swarming the ring with ill intentions, Piven! I believe it, because it's happening right now as we speak!!

Piven: The Endless Walk has invaded Monday Night Brawl!!

They all converge on Red Dragon, pummeling, stomping, clawing, biting, slamming Red Dragon into oblivion!

Aiello: I can't believe I'm saying this, but someone's got to save Red Dragon!

Piven: Oh! Here comes the cavalry!

Aiello: Oh, thank God!

Piven: Oh, nope, it's actually Brenda Vixen.

Brenda Vixen rushes from amidst the crowd, slides into the ring, and appears to be trying to break Red Dragon's arms!

Aiello: For the love of God, where's security?!

Piven: Is there a doctor in the house?!

And, as if that was a cue of some sort, a figure slinks into the ring, but no one can quite recall from which direction she came from.

Aiello: That's Nurse Kinsley.

Piven: That's Nurse Kinsley all right!

However, she simply observes the zombies attacking Red Dragon from a corner, appearing to be fascinated by the action, like one would be fixated on the goings on at, say, a zoo or something, because she's a weirdo and she's all about this.

Aiello: It's not like Red Dragon's any better than these guys, but still, he doesn't deserve this! Come on, you've made whatever insane point you were trying to make!

Piven: These people aren't insane, Aiello, they're evil, legitimately evil! I mean, I enjoy a gang beating as much as the next guy, but this is kinda... could security haul ass to the ring already?!

And when Jeremy Piven's the voice of reason, you know shit's fucked up!

Anyway, sure enough, security rush in, doubled up and armed with batons, causing the masses of inhumanity to scatter to the four corners of the arena!

EMTs rush in once the coast is clear, placing Red Dragon onto a gurney, then wheeling him to the back.

The crowd is simply livid and disgusted by what they've witnessed.

Then both Aiello and Piven look at each other, calming back down again, now that order's been restored... for now.

Aiello: My God, Jeremy, all this just to be taken seriously?

Piven: I guess sometimes it takes 15 guys beating someone into a pulp to get the point across. I don't think we're ever going to forget this, and I'm sure the fans and especially Red Dragon won't either.

Aiello: Not to mention that Griffin Hawkins and Shelley Silver must have been watching this very intently.

Piven: They're probably thinking, "Man, are we gonna be next?" Yup, I'm sure they will be. God help them both.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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EWC TRON

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The camera went from the live show to a record promo on the screen. As you see JTC sitting there in a empty room with his face paint.

"Another me is what there will never be. And soon you all will see the real true JTC. Things are going to be different now. and Soon EWC will get unleashed with fury, fury of phenomenal."

As I smiled.

"Blacklist is going to get a fire lit under their asses, I will take over the whole group if they don't fall in line. Because no more do I fight for them, no more do I fight for myself. I fight for the EWC fans."

After the screen goes black this is what is shown on the screen.

OCTOBER  19 2015

Monday Night Brawl

The Return of 'The Phenomenal King' JTC

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MATCH 5
NAIROBI JORDAN Vs METAL BLACK

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Joe Aiello: Well it looks like we are just a couple of weeks away from JTC making his return to the EWC. Up next we have Nairobi Jordan and Metal Black, in what should be a very exciting match

Jessica Stroup: This Match is scheduled for One Fall.

"The Phoenix" hits the sound systems of the arena. Flames shoot up from stage The Phoenix jumps through the smoke that was left behind. He makes goggles out of his hands to shield his eyes from the lights and looks out to the crowd. He points to a fan holding his sign. Slapping fans' hands on his way to the ring. He walks up the ring steps and steps on the apron. He dusts his boots off on the apron. Does a prayer motion then spreads his arms apart as he enters the ring.

Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Patterson, New Jersey...Weighing in at 210 pounds. Nairobi Jordan!

Joe Aiello: Mannnn whoever is facing this guys has to have a little bit of butterflies in his stomach.

Piven: I have to agree with you on that one.

Aiello: Of course you do!

Stroup: And his opponent.

The lights dim as a few acoustic cords get strummed over the PA. While the short intro to "Conditions Of My Parole" by Puscifer plays across the arena, Metal Black appears at the top of the entry ramp, wearing a leather jacket and... not much else. She calmly lights a Black & Mild cigar, and as the real meat of the song hits in full blast, a wall of pyro erupts on either side of her. She takes her time marching to the ring, high fiving fans, leaning over the guard rail to let them take selfies with her, and otherwise having the time of her life.

Stroup: From the heart of Detroit, Michigan. Weighing 150 pounds. Metal Black!!!!

Once she hits the ring, she slides under the bottom rope. Metal Black 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.

Aiello: Man, do I love seeing her come out for a match.

Piven: Of course you do..look at them titties! She will always be Metal Harlot to me

Aiello: I mean come on. Just look at her!

As the bell sounds Metal Black rushes forward nailing Jordan with repeated rights and lefts to the midsection, Nairobi just stands there, unaffected.

Aiello: It’s like he can’t even feel it!

Black hits the ropes but on the rebound Nairobi nails him with a big boot directly the head of black. Metal Black drops to the mat like a ton of bricks.

Aiello: What A Blow by Jordan!

Piven: Well, the fan in the fifteenth row may need to give us Metal Black's head back…

Black a little stunned at the moment. She tries to bounce back from being nailed by Nairobi Jordan. Jordan dashes for Black. Black ducks a clothesline attempt off the back and hits a running dropkick, staggering the big man.

Aiello - Whoa! Where'd that come from?!

Black hops up to gain ahead and get another move on the big man. She immediately heads and hops on the second rope, she lunges at the now standing Jordan with a Diving Axe Handle but Jordan catches her in mid air. He turns Black up side down and drops her down with a hard scoop slam to the mat.

Piven: It was a smart move by Black but Jordan is just too strong.

Jordan gains an arrogant smile on his face. He raises his right foot and plants it on the stomach of the laid out Metal Black.

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Aiello: Man I almost thought the match was over.

Piven: Definitely. I don't even know if she can get up after that.

Jordan being surprised that Black kicked out, he grabs her by her hair and tries to put this match away. Jordan picks up Black and puts her on his shoulders.

Aiello: Oh Man! It looks like he's setting up for The Prophecy!!

Piven: You're Right. I don't know Joe, this looks like it could end bad.

Jordan: AHHHHH!!!!!!

Jordan begins to finish the move but Metal Black suddenly gains back her strength and slides off the back of Nairobi Jordan.

Aiello: She Reversed it. I thought the match was gonna be over!

She dashes towards the ropes and bounces back diving to the knee of the Jordan. The big man drops to one knee as she runs to the ropes on the other side and sprints back performing a perfectly executed Running DDT. His face plants straight to the mat. Metal Black turns towards the crowd and raises her arms after gaining momentum over the giant.

Aiello: What a Running DDT By Metal Black.

Piven: Yea She's coming back! Wouldn't mind seeing her win actually.

Metal Black jogs toward the top rope and sits on the turnbuckle while she catches her breath for a quick second. She stands up and dives off intending for a Diving Head Butt which she completes.

Aiello: What a move from the Top Rope By Metal Black!

Trying to put this match away, Metal Black crawls behind her laid out opponent and gets him into the Metal Jacket. She lets out a loud cry as she is using all of her strength to make Nairobi submit.

Aiello: Could this be it?!?!

Piven: Could Metal Black put this away?!?!

The Referee slides over to both the contenders as he begins to repeatedly ask Jordan if he submits. All of a sudden, Nairobi Jordan slowly gains strength and begins to rise up off the mat while Metal Black is still trying to keep her submission in lock. He comes to a complete stand still and lets out a mighty roar but suddenly Metal Black strikes the injured neck of Nairobi Jordan. He clinches his neck trying to get her stop but she continues to strike his neck hard.

Aiello: His neck must be aching!

Piven: Yea. Ouch!

Jordan slowly starts to get lower to the mat joint by joint as it gets to the point where he is on both knees holding his neck. Metal Black runs to the ropes and bounces back quickly as nails Jordan hard in the neck sending him face first to the mat. 

Aiello: Oh Man!

Piven: I feel bad for him.

Metal Black once again gets into her Metal Jacket submission hold. Ten seconds goes by and finally Jordan taps out signalling that Metal Black has won the match.

DING DING DING!!!!!!

Aiello: Black Has Done It!!!!!

Piven: She defeated Nairobi Jordan!

Stroup: And Your Winner...Metal Black.

"Conditions Of My Parole" by Puscifer plays across the arena as Metal Black rolls out the ring and walks over to the barricade and celebrates with the crowd as the cheers fill the air. She looks back at Metal Black who is laying in the ring clinching his neck. The camera cuts back to Black's face as she shakes her head chuckling and continues up to the stage.

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KING FLIP
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BRETT BLACK

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Stroup: The following contest is your main event! A singles bout scheduled for one fall!

The lights slowly dim until the arena is barely lit, save for a few spot lights in the arena rafters. 

"The Butcher of the Bayou has come
...and you are not prepared."



"Jurassitol" by Rob Zombie begins to play as the ramp area slowly illuminates, letting off a dark crimson red beam of flood lights. Slowly turning to face the top of the stage, the music continues to play as the crowd stands to their feet, the entire arena silent due to feelings of uneasiness. Stepping through the arena entrance, Rich Hunter and Shayna Stevens step out unto the stage taking their place on each side. The two of them look out at the fans before staring back at the entrance.. as Brett Black appears in the darkness.

Stroup: Hailing from New Orleans... please welcome.. BRETT BLACK!

Smiling wide, Brett Black walks unto the stage area and slowly removes his dark black flannel shirt. Tossing it aside, he nods at his manager, Sam Samuels, and then makes his way down the rampway. Looking over his shoulder once, Brett grits his teeth and then slides under the bottom rope! The fans remain eerily silent as Brett heads to center ring and holds his arms out to his sides, mocking the fans. Rich Hunter remains at ringside as does Shayna Stevens. Back in the ring, Brett Black basks in the silence as he remains in place.

The theme song slowly fades out, and Black removes his fedora, tossing it to Shayna Stevens. He then bounces in place and checks his wrist tape, awaiting the sound of the bell.

K-I-N-G F-L-I-P soars from right to left across the tron, followed closely by a big pop pyrotechnic. The opening tune of 'Obnoxious' begins to slowly fill the arena while "Maniac Manager" Chris Calvin emerges through the curtain with his right arm in a sling and a grimace on his face. He lifts he left arm and in his hand is the most ridiculously bedazzled megaphone. CC is spewing nothing short of vitriol as soon as this thing reaches range of his voice and the people are eating it up.

Stroup: And his opponent... from the Land of Money and Fame... KING FLIP!

As Immortal Technique spits the first verse, King Flip walks through the curtain lip-syncing with his arms extended. Fans get even louder for their favorite asshole. He goads them to get louder as he walks down the aisle. CC follows behind and both men approach the steel steps. Flip is first to walk the steps, sitting on the second rope, as Chris trails from behind still saying whatever nonsense comes to his mind. Chris enters the ring and points to Flip as he follows suit. The King hops to the nearest second turnbuckle and taunts the 'Double F' hand symbols with Chris still pointing and talking him up. Chris is careful to exit the ring with his hand over her sling. The ring bell signals the start of the match, but both men walk to the center of the ring staring into one another's eyes.

Aiello: This main event is going to be something special, I can feel it. The tension in the ring right now is palpable.

Piven: The King versus The Butcher, Aiello. As much as I don't like Flip, and you know I don't, I know a great professional wrestler when I see one. And the fans here in Oakland know it, too. They're going insane and all these guys seem to be doing is talking about it. Be about it, damn it! Punch him in the nose, Brett!

Aiello: What's this? King Flip is extending a hand? Brett Black is shaking – OH! – and that didn't last long.

Brett grabbed Flip's hand and gave it a single shake before pulling him into a stiff chop to the chest. The King stumbles backward before arrogantly rushing into another one that sees him down to the canvas. At nearly three-hundred pounds, a single chop from Brett lights Flip up like a Christmas tree. Already his chest is red, and already he gets up for a third chop that sends him into the turnbuckle. Brett walks in a half-circle for momentum before going for the hard clothesline. Flip rolls forward and the big man runs full force into the corner. Quick dropkick to the back from the King, then another as Brett pushes off the turnbuckle, then a spinning heel kick to the back of the head because the Butcher doesn't quit. This seems to keep Brett at bay if only for a moment. It seems to be long enough for Flip to get onto the ring apron and climb the turnbuckle from the opposite side. The two exchange right hands and Brett climbs to the second rope after obtaining the advantage. Black gets Flip on his shoulders and quickly gets into position. Death valley driver from the second rope sends the C.H.K. rolling out of the ring reeling from the sting of his back and head bouncing off the canvas floor. Chris rushes to him.

Piven: How is this not considered cheating? Flip just gets to have a refreshing cup of water whenever he can get to his manager, but what about Brett Black? There's no way that man isn't thirsty. I'm getting thirsty just looking at him.

Aiello: I bet you are, Piven. I bet you are.

Flip stumbles around the corner, bent over, with something in his hand as Chris gets a good chastising from the referee. The King nears the side of the ring and Brett bends down to grab him when he gets a cup of water in the eyes. The Butcher stumbles back as Flip rolls into the ring and takes immediate advantage.

Aiello: DROLLERY DROP! DROLLERY DROP!!

Piven: That was an unfair advantage and you know it, Aiello! He disoriented Black with that water. Someone needs to tell the referee! That's an automatic disqualification.

Flip wrenches in the Fujiwara armbar, using his feet to leverage him as best as possible against the man who weighs a whole One Direction member more than he does. It isn't long until Brett pulls himself to the edge of the ring enough to cause a rope break. Flip clenches all the way through the four count and stays on his man with boots to the shoulder and rib cage of the Butcher. He even grabs the top rope and thunders down the stomps a la Stone Cold. Brett rolls off and gets to one knee fairly easily. King Flip tries to stay on him, rushing for perhaps an enziguri, when Brett Black jumps up and catches Flip in a powerful spinebuster with authority. The Butcher of the Bayou doesn't stop there. He lifts Flip up and lifts him into a bearhug. Just when it looks like Flip is going to make some sort of comeback, Brett slams him down in another spinebuster. Then it's right back up into the bearhug. He does this three times in a row and clutches a nearly completely limp King in his arms for a fourth bearhug after a fourth spinebuster.

Piven: That's the way to do it. You wear this squirrely little bastard down and keep him in pain. Not a single one of his opponents had been able to do this to Flip. Keep him off his damn feet and you've got yourself a broken man.

The referee tries to get Flip to respond but can't seem to do so. He lifts Flip's hand as high as he can and drops it, signalling the first of three attempts to get a response from the competitor. He lifts it a second time and it drops just as limp as the first. He lifts it a third time and the arena erupts as Flip comes to life in a rage. Brett shakes his head and tries to grip on his opponent that much harder to no effect. The King grabs the skull of The Butcher and begins ramming his own head into it as hard and as savagely as possible. This stuns Brett, but the big man still goes for a spinebuster. Flip grabs his head at the last second. Both men hit the canvas and bounce off in opposite directions with Flip the obviously lesser victor of the exchange even though it looks like a small trickle of blood has began to trickle from the big man's forehead.

Aiello: We saw Flip dropkick Brett's head into the turnbuckle at the top of the match, then saw his face skid against the canvas when the Fujiwara armbar was locked in. Three headbutts and a makeshift DDT later and Brett's bleeding a little bit. This could be Flip's way to victory. Just hone in on that forehead and weaken the man known only as the Butcher of the Bayou.

Piven: If Flip can even stand. That's the fifth spinebuster he's taken. And let's not forget the death valley driver from the second rope that lead him to cheating, Aiello. And would you look at that. Flip rolling right back out of the ring for another consultation with his crippled buddy. Aha! The Family isn't having any more of that nonsense! They're surrounding these two stooges.

Aiello: OH MY GOD!!

Brett Black had gotten to his feet as saw the drops on the canvas. He rushes through the second rope. Flip and Chris grab hold of Sam and Shayla right before The Butcher collides and everyone crashes down. Brett is up first and rolls Flip into the ring, looking back at the carnage only momentarily before following his opponent into the ring. Brett goes to lift Flip up and is pulled down into a small package.

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Aiello: Brett Black looking for The Devil's Creed here and – wait a minute! – Flip with a rake of the eyes! FLIPTASTIC! FLIPTASTIC!!

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Aiello: THE DEVIL'S CREED ONTO CALVIN ON THE OUTSIDE! OH MY LORD JESUS BRETT BLACK JUST TOOK OUT TWO MEN WITH THE DEVIL'S CREED!!

Brett begins yelling something, but the cameras don't quite pick it up. He slides out of the ring and grabs Flip by the back of the neck and walks him around. They stop at the steel steps and Brett bounces Flip's face off of them twice in a row. Brett smiles as he points to Flip and again begins to yell at the crowd this time.

Piven: Hell of an athlete, Aiello, and now he's shoving it to the fans. He's asking them what they think about their King now. He's a bastard, Brett, and he needs to be butchered.

Brett harshly whips Flip into the announce table, then clotheslines him over it. The referee gets to eight but Brett breaks the count via sliding in and out. The announcers have scattered and fled form their positions as Brett continues yelling at the fans, arms now outstretched. He's still yelling and looking around when the referee counts to five and from behind the table comes Flip. He's looking for a spinning wheel kick to the face but gets caught into a high inverted spinebuster into the ring apron instead. The boos for Brett Black are about as loud as they can get when he slides The King and himself into the ring. He begins to pick Flip up once again as Chris Calvin runs around the ring. This catches Brett's eye as Chris Calvin shoves Shayla into Sam Samuels as hard as possible. Chris flees the scene over the guardrail and is followed by Sam and Shayla. This catches the referee's attention long enough for Flip to drill Brett Black with a stiff low blow. The King uses this opportunity to get behind Brett Black and almost breaks his own back trying to get into position. The Cure.

C-H-K!

C-H-K!

C-H-K!

Flip isn't moving at all. He got Brett Black down but he cannot capitalize. The referee turns around and checks on both men before administering the ten count. He gets to six and Brett begins to stir. By eight Brett is to the turnbuckle, and by nine Brett Black is on his feet. The Butcher walks over to Flip and grabs his legs, twisting them into a sharpshooter that pains Flip back into consciousness. He begins shaking his head vehemently as the referee checks on him. And by some strange second wind Flip pulls hard enough to wrap his arm around the bottom rope. Brett tries to pull him off to no avail, so The Butcher decides to take a few steps back and fly into a legdrop onto the bottom rope. Flip chokes and rolls off holding his neck, but Brett is up again and connects with an atomic leg drop to the throat. He lifts up both of Flip's legs.

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Piven: I can't believe it and neither can Brett Black. How much does this douche bag have left in him?

Aiello: I'm not quite sure, but Brett looks to be finishing it here. King Flip gave a hell of a performance but on this night it was clearly Brett Black who was the better man, and – yes. The Devil's Creed! WAIT, NO!! Flip threw his hands down and pushed his body over Brett's head! Sunset flip!

Piven: AND HIS FEET ARE ON THE GODDAMN SECOND ROPE, REF. STOP HIM!!

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WINNER: KING FLIP

Stroup: Here's your winner... King Flip!

“Obnoxious” fills the arena as Flip rolls out of the ring, holding up his hand with his first finger and thumb showing just how close Brett Black was to beating him. Brett looks to the referee, speechless, then back to Flip. The feed cuts to commercial as Brett and King Flip lock eyes

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RINGSIDE

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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 "Rap God"! 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.




Aiello: Here he is, the man who defied all the odds and won the 30 Man Battle Royal. Shadow Man is in the house and he waited right till the end to come out

Piven: I don't often give Shadow Man credit, but for once he earned it. I give him a lot of shit, I've called him over the hill and passed his prime, but what he did on Sunday, going out and winning two matches, most of the all the Rumble in the Bronx, nothing short of amazing

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 stands in the middle of the ring holding a mic. He waits for a few seconds as a Shadow Man chant starts around the arena

SHA DOW MAN

SHA DOW MAN

SHA DOW MAN

SHA DOW MAN

SHA DOW MAN

Shadow Man: It's time to shut up now

The crowd laughs and cheers even louder

Shadow Man: Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you. You know, we had a great show last Sunday, and we had a great show again here tonight. The talent in the EWC and especially on Monday Night Brawl is just... it's just outstanding. Xplode is the new EWC Champion. Lots of changes. Exciting times. 

The fans cheer and whistle in agreement

Shadow Man: After my match with Michael Saint on Sunday... I went into my locker room and sat in this giant tub of ice. I was thinking, what in the hell am I doing going back out for the 30 Man Battle Royal. If I had just listened to everyone in the back, and realized that I am living in the past. Contrary to popular belief I was a heavy under-dog going into the Battle Royal. I hadn't won one before. I typically have bad luck at those events. But I wanted to prove people wrong. I wanted to die in that ring before I got tossed over. It's hard to toss a dead body. All that weight... it's like a giant whale... just... fucking laying there. 

Anyways. So now I have this fantastic opportunity before me. I get to choose which title I go for at WrestleFest in December. That's exciting. Fuck. I have to tell you. Goosebumps people. Really exciting stuff. I mean that. So the obvious choice is for me to say that I want a rematch with Xplode. That I want to go after the EWC Championship. It couldn't be more obvious or clear that that's the way to go. 

But I am not the conventional and obvious type. I look at BRAWL and I see a superior brand. I look at Xplode and I see an amazing warrior and champion. Then I look over to RAMPAGE and I see this GONG show, where no one is really challenging for the EWC World Heavyweight Championship and it's so clear to me. 

See.. EWC Championships should be viewed and treated like Babies. You got to take care of them. Show them love. Give them attention. Change the shit before a rash develops. I look over at RAMPAGE and I see nothing but dootie when it comes to Mark Storm and his reign as Champion. I mean... I don't see any Tony Savage types going for the belt. No Metal Blacks. No Xplodes. Just ... his wack job step brother and some reject from Derek Wellings pussy ... I mean posse. 

So I guess I am here to say that I have started to create a home for my new baby. The baby that needs special care and attention... here... turn your attention to the EWC TRON

The fans laugh and cheer at the absolutely hilarious video that Shadow Man had filmed

Shadow Man: I can win a 30 Man Battle Royal but fuck if I can put something together from Ikea. Those fuckers. So without further delay, here it is. WrestleFest main event. The EWC World Heavyweight Champion Mark Storm, vs yours truly. It's time that belt has a TRUE Champion behind it, and it's time to get one step closer to joining the EWC Championship and the EWC World Heavyweight Championship and forming one Undisputed EWC Champion. 

So RAMAPGE ... Mark Storm ... You are officially on notice. The EWC World Heavyweight Championship will be coming to Monday Night Brawl this December

Shadow Man drops the mic and throws his arms in the air as the fans go insane

Shadow Man then exits the ring and heads up the ramp, stopping to shake hands with fans along the way as his music blasts over the PA

Aiello: Well there you have it folks. In a shocking announcement, Shadow Man will NOT be going after Xplode and the EWC Championship as we all expected to happen. Instead he will go after Mark Storm in an attempt to bring the EWC World Heavyweight Championship to Monday Night Brawl, in order to setup an opportunity to join the two titles together. 

Piven: I love it. Michael Saint is going to flip his lid. He probably already had plans for Mark Storm and his next opponent, but Shadow Man has the right idea here, knowing full well he can't beat Xplode. Smart move here

Aiello: Well that brings this night to an end folks. From everyone here in Oakland - Good Night and see you next week!

© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2015

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END CREDITS

MATCH WRITERS

MATCH 1 - Nairobi Jordan
MATCH 2 - Jon Kellar
MATCH 3 - Jon Goldberg
MATCH 4 - Metal Black
MATCH 5 - Lexian
MAIN EVENT - King Flip

SEGMENTS

Nurse Kinsley
Xplode
Living Dead Karl
Angel of Death
JTC
Slade Hardison
Jon Kellar
Shadow Man

BRAWL VOTERS

President Mac 
Jon Goldberg
Miss Ronda
Michael Saint

QUICK RE-CAP

SHOW OPENER
LUCY MIDDLEY [1RP] Vs BELLA DALCA [N/S]
WINNER: Lucy Middley

MATCH 2
EMMA LOUISE [1RP] Vs ALEX CROSS [1RP]
WINNER: Emma Louise

MATCH 3
SLADE HARDISON [1RP] Vs JON KELLAR [1RP]
WINNER: Jon Kellar

MATCH 4
RED DRAGON [1RP] Vs LIVING DEAD KARL [1RP]
WINNER: Red Dragon

MATCH 5
NAIROBI JORDAN [1RP] Vs METAL BLACK [1RP]
WINNER: Metal Black

MAIN EVENT
KING FLIP [1RP] Vs BRETT BLACK [1RP]
WINNER: King Flip

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