MNB #438 - SACRAMENTO

[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 12TH 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 Sleep Train Arena in Sacramento, California

EWC BRAWL
October 12th 2015
Live from Sleep Train Arena in Sacramento, 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 437.

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, Xaiver Reid and Jon Kellar

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 Sleep Train Arena in Sacramento, California 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 is 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 have remained in California for another week as we call Sacramento home tonight. We have an absolute jam packed event tonight, but first we would like to recognize Hunter as the NEW and FIRST EVER FSW Champion. For the first time in the history of EWC, we have a Father and Son holding titles at the same time

Piven: Not that I care, but who is Hunter's daddy?

Aiello: Xplode

Piven: Xplode has a son?

Aiello: Yes

Piven: The fuck? Where have I been?

Aiello: Take your pick... drunk.. passed out... at a strip club ... in the bathroom ...

Piven: That's right Joe, we have a huge night a head of us, perhaps no match bigger than the rematch from last week where Brett Black will look to avenge his loss to King Flip in what will be a Buried Alive match

Aiello: Very true, certainly a lot of hype surrounding a rematch of two incredible stars here in the EWC. We also have a historical main event lined up with Alex Cross and Jon Kellar, two of our newest BRAWl Superstars competing in the Main Event for the first time, and the two of them have a long histo.....

Interrupting the banter between Aiello and Piven is a sudden flash of lighting and booming thunder appearing on the Brawl-o-tron.

Amidst the light and sound show flashes this:

But cooler looking. Scarier looking.

Aiello: What's this all about?

Piven: I'll give you three clues, and the first two don't count.

Aiello: Great...

Then...

Yes, the grim visages of Endless Walk patriarch Edgar Wellington Forsythe IV and his faithful manservant William Townsend appear.

William: Last week, Master Charles' unwhole body proved to continue to bear strength beyond measure, but also proved to continue to simply not be en-

But before he can continue, his master interjects, rudely as always.

Forsythe: Yes yes yes, you enjoy hearing yourself speak! Anyway, Charles failed is the bottom line! I'd blame him, but we all know the rats who are ultimately to blame: Griffin Hawkins and Shelley Silver!

The fans cheer the names of two major champions. As if he can hear them, even from wherever he might be, Forsythe frowns.

Forsythe: Maggots. Maggots! Vermin!! Despicable cowards! Your deaths, yes, deaths, will be a stark reminder to your wretched place of business that we don't follow the rules of Man! There are no consequences that can stick! We'll push and push and push until all you horrible little creatures are either with us... or interred and desecrated!

The fans boo some more. The show hasn't even started yet and everyone in attendance and at home has to see their evil faces right off the bat.

Aiello: This stopped getting ridiculous ages ago! When's this going to end?!

Piven: Well, he said, Joey! When we're all zombies or dead! Oh...

Forsythe: Either way, I don't really care. Now, tonight, two of our own will ideally do their part in bringing an end to their quarry, Charles particularly, dammit! You failed to kill a dragon, the least you can do is kill a phoenix!

And to the good doctor herself, Harlow, welcome to the battlefield under The Endless Walk's banner. Do us proud! Perhaps a little... vivisection on your opponent might reveal new ways to make Charles whole again. Whatever the result, you win... we win! Now...

And with that, Forsythe looks up at William and nods ever so slightly.

William: Things are only going to get worse from here on out. Enjoy your ever diminishing pockets of freedom. Farewell.

And with that, they blink out of existence.

The fans' boos linger on.

Aiello: Okay, well, I'm not saying I believe in all of this, but this all getting a little, uh, concerning.

Piven: Well, go tell Nurse Harlow and Living Dead Karl to stop and play nice!

Aiello: Why don't you?!

Piven: Nahhh. We will be right back after this...

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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The Brawl feed cuts to static for a moment, before opening back up to an off-angle view of an empty table. It looks to be in a locker room hallway, the footage blurring in and out, struggling to get a view of the situation. Nothing really seems to be going on, though, until...

A referee walks by with a styrofoam cup, likely a drink of some sort. He sets it down, turning the corner into the adjacent restroom. Still not really that exciting.

Harlow Kinsley walks by, heading the other direction. She stops, she glances around... and then slips something from her pocket, sprinkling its contents into the referee's abandoned cup. She shakes the cup around to make sure the powder is properly dissolved, glances around one last time, and then continues walking away while whistling an off-key tune.

The referee returns from the restroom and picks his cup back up. He takes a sip as he walks off...

Piven: Wait, did Nurse Kinsley just poison that referee?!

Aiello: I... certainly hope not, but you have to know there's an agenda involved with what just happened. Lets get this show underway shall we

The feed cuts back to static before returning to the normal programming.

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SHOW OPENER

SAM ATTIC Vs KRUZER

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Stroup: Our opening contest is a one-on-one match scheduled for one fall!

“Next Homecoming” by Collective Soul plays. Kruzer comes out.

Stroup: Please welcome... KRUZER!

He walks to the ring and slides in.

Piven: Wow, Aiello. That doesn't look like the same guy that debuted at all.

“In the City” by Kevin Rudolph plays. Sam Attic comes out.

Stroup: And his opponent... SAM ATTIC!

He walks to the ring and slides in.

Aiello: Wow, these guys really don't give a shit, do they?

They get into one another's face but, before the bell can ring, the lights flicker on and off for a moment. When they stabilize and return, Brett Black is in the ring with a chair. He swings wildly, first smacking Kruzer in the back of the head. Sam Attic looks pleased and begins stomping on Kruzer as if this was the plan all along. Brett watches with a smile as the referee has the bell rung over and over again as if that ever stopped anyone before.

Aiello: What the hell is going on, here? OH MY GOODNESS, BRETT!!

Brett Black waited for Sam Attic to turn right into a chair shot to the face. He slammed the chair down onto both men over and over and over again until the chair was bent beyond repair. King Flip rushes through the curtain and down the ramp to many cheers just as Brett tosses the chair out of the ring. Flip slides in and the two begin brawling all over the place. Brett gets a momentary upper hand and tosses Flip over the top rope, but Flip grabs the rope and lands on the ring apron. Brett had turned around to yell at the crowd and turned back into a pele kick to the face. At this point Kruzer and Sam Attic had made their way to the rampway. Unfortunately for them, however, they turned around long enough to watch Flip suplex Brett Black and himself onto them. Referees, security guards, and road agents pour out of the backstage area and have a hard time peeling Brett Black and King Flip from one another. Brett continues breaking free and lunging at Flip to choke him, punch him, or otherwise do some sort of damage to his back and face.

Piven: And that continues later on tonight. Meanwhile, we're out an opening match and will have to settle for Jezzabel versus Emma Louise.

Aiello: It's a complete mystery to me why Brett Black just came out here and attacked two men that had nothing to do with him in the slightest, but at least King Flip came down before anyone was legitimately injured by that deranged man. Brett Black has slowly but surely been losing his grasp on reality and, honestly, I think this upcoming match with Flip finally pushed him all the way over the edge.

Piven: I respect the man's candor, but his actions elude even me. Just glad he got some nice licks in on Flip before their match. I want him to end that mouthy little bastard.

WINNER: THE FANS

Sam and Kruzer are up to their feet and join in on the action, Sam going after Brett Black and Kruzer going after Flip. Brett and Flip both nail them down with clotheslines before turning to run at one another again. They both continue to connect with right hand after right hand after right hand with neither giving for a single moment. They have to be ripped apart and taken backstage in separate directions with a few stragglers helping the two men that were set to have a match get up and dust off the embarrassment they were both just handed.

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MATCH 2

JEZZABEL Vs EMMA LOUISE

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Aiello: Okay, can we please just have this match go according to plan? That last one was just ridiculous. Brett BlRA: ack came out here and made a mockery of whatever it was that match could've been.

Piven: Give it a rest, Aiello. It clearly wasn't about to be an instant classic. Did you see the looks on their faces? Brett did them both a favor by taking them out before they could waste anybody's time with their half-attempt at wrestling after those half-attempts on coming to the ring. What strikes me as odd is how Sam Attic thought he'd just made a friend.

Aiello: Well, you know as well as I do that Sam isn't exactly well spoken for even in his own mind. He's a bit deranged, perhaps not as wildly as Brett Black, but he's no rocket scientist either. Oh! And here comes Emma Louise.

"This Little Girl" by Cady Groves plays and Emma steps through the curtain.

Stroup: The following contest is a one-on-one contest scheduled for one fall!

She blows a kiss to the crowd before half-dancing half-sautering toward the ring. She gets to the ring apron and turns around, lifting her legs into the ring first and splitting them before sliding the rest of her body under the bottom rope.

Stroup: Coming to the ring first, from New York City... EMMA LOUISE!

She chooses a corner and and splays herself over the top rope with another blown kiss toward the fans. “Toccata and Fugue” by Birdie Wings plays and her opponent, Jezzabel, walks through the curtain.

Stroup: And her opponent... JEZZABEL!

Jezz slides into the ring and misses a clothesline attempt, then turns right into a thrust kick to the chest that takes her down with ease. Emma eats up the support she gets and rallies behind herself before connecting with a spin kick to the face once, twice, three times in a row before Jezzabel is slowed down at all. Emma stalks her opponent and plants her face first with an explosive DDT. She quickly connects with her front face sleeper hold.

Aiello: Emma Louise calls this HLA, what I'm assuming stands for Hot Lesbian Action. A bit degrading of a name but the maneuver itself looks as if it's doing the job just fine. Emma has started from the gate absolutely on fire and it doesn't appear as if she's going to be stopping any time soon. She ducked the clothesline, connected with some kicks, then planted Jezzabel down with that phenomenal DDT and now this, Piven.

Piven: It looks like her inexperience might get the best of her here, Aiello. Jezzabel is getting up and she doesn't look the least bit happy about her current predicament. They're both on the ropes here.

Jezzabel has the wherewithal to push Emma off of her but again misses the clothesline. Emma hops onto the second rope and connects with a devastating asai moonsault that once again drills Jezzabel down to the ring. Emma still doesn't go for the pin, however, opting to lift her opponent up and get her to the second rope. Jezzabel pushes Emma off, but not enough to gain the slightest amount of an advantage. Emma is right back on Jezz while she goes to the top rope and connects with several vicious chops to the midsection to stop Jezzabel in her tracks. She ascends to the top rope as well.

Aiello: OH! FINISHER ICON! THAT'S EMMA'S TOP ROPE BRAINBUSTER! JEZZABEL IS FINISHED!

Piven: But Emma isn't! She's just relishing in the crowd's complete approval of what's happened so far. But Emma still hasn't even gone for the pinning attempt so far. Call me crazy but I think the girl is just covering all her bases and making sure she's got Jezzabel down before making what could be a critical mistake. She could get caught up in a pinning predicament herself, Aiello, so I think what Emma Louise is doing right now is smart, calm, and calculated. Maybe this is the beginning of a new Emma Louise that sticks to business in the ring and gets the job done.

Aiello: GIRL CRUSH! GIRL CRUSH!! EMMA JUST LIFTED JEZZABEL INTO THAT FINISHING MANEUVER! IT'S OVER!!!

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Stroup: Here's your winner... EMMA LOUISE!

WINNER: EMMA LOUISE

Aiello: Emma Louise with a very impressive sweeping victory over the veteran Jezzabel. She may have opened the eyes of many backstage with that statement that proved tonight that Emma Louise may even be more than she ever thought she could be.

Piven: Seriously, hats off to that girl. I hope she takes the momentum from tonight and continues to push forward. Maybe she can get a re-match against Sabriynn Cassidy for that number three contendership that escaped her at One Night Encounter, Aiello. She definitely deserves it more after tonight.

Emma continues to play to the crowd for their cheers as "This Little Girl" plays throughout the arena once again. She has her hand raised in victory. She seductively exits the ring, shooting winks, blowing kisses, and handing out high fives as she makes her way up the ramp.

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SPONSOR BREAK

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RING SIDE

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The feed returns from commercial as we see Terry Jones taking in the ring! The fans talk amongst themselves as Jones smiles and adjusts his sharp grey suit. There are chants of “THE NATURAL” and “LIVING LEGEND” as Jones smiles, nodding his head in respect for those in attendance. He remains in place as the fans continue to cheer in his honor… and then he speaks.

Jones: Hello. For those of you who do not know me, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Terry Jones, a multi-time champion and the manager of the greatest talent in the world today, Xplode.

The fans begin to boo now at hearing mention of the EWC Champion’s name.

Jones: Now now… let me explain. I am aware that Xplode stepped into this ring last week, and sort of crapped on you all during his acceptance speech. Make no mistake about it though, the evening did not belong to you.. the fans. This was his time in the spotlight. I have seen many ranges of talent during my time, and I assure you… there is no one more suitable of moving this promotion into the next generation and beyond, than the Destroyer of Worlds himself. This is a man who has taken on the best in the industry, past and present… and defeated them. I have read that some of the newer talent backstage have made attempts at challenging him, but I find that just silly. Xplode is an icon, the type of athlete that will be remembered throughout the halls of time. Should any talent in the locker room find themselves with the opportunity of facing him, they must have indeed proven themselves to be worthy of such an honor. At this time, no one has done that…. no one. I say this with respect.. and humility.

The fans begin to boo louder.

Jones: Now, before I introduce our EWC Champion, I would like to make one thing very clear to you all. Like it or not, he IS your champion. Think about the names that have held this strap prior to him…. go ahead. Go three or four names back if you will? None of them have been as dominate as Xplode has shown himself to be. No one has the winning percentage that Xplode has during his tenure and NO ONE has brought in ratings like this champion has. This is a win - win situation for us all in that regard. I feel that respect would not be too much to ask for all of that hard work. So without further adieu… please welcome.. THE EWC CHAMPION… XPLODE!!!

The fans begin to boo loudly, shaking the entire arena! “I stand alone” by Godsmack play as Xplode steps into view, dressed in a formal suit. With the EWC Title draped over his shoulder, Xplode walks down the ramp way as the fans reach out to touch him. He smirks and ignore them, walking up the metal steps and entering the ring. Xplode bows to Terry Jones in respect and then accepts the microphone..

The fans continue to boo him.

Xplode laughs as the fans let him have it, throwing litter into the ring. Nodding his head, Xplode waits a moment longer… and then speaks.

Xplode: You all are really something. Look at you… tossing trash into MY ring like a bunch of disrespectful, trailer park living, pricks. Go ahead, live up to your names… I am hardly surprised. The truth is that once I am done speaking here, I am just going to take my ass back to my hotel room, meet up with the always gorgeous Ruthann Parks.. and do things to her that you have only read about in porn magazines. So go ahead, boo me.

The fans continue to boo loudly and shout curses at Xplode. Xplode lifts the title and kisses it, draping it in his shoulder once again.

Xplode: Now.. let’s get to business. I am out here tonight, because the EWC has a little problem. You see, I have heard a few rumors that some of the talent in the locker room are making claims that I don’t work hard in this business. They are making these challenges towards me and spouting to all of their inbred relatives that they would have no problems stepping into the ring with me. I find this humorous. I mean, let’s be honest here. That has to be the lamest attempt to get a World Champion to face someone, don’t you think? This is the state of things in the EWC. It’s terrible.

Xplode paces the ring as Terry Jones smiles at him, clapping his hands in respect.

Xplode: The truth is.. I do have an agenda. For too long now, we have had to endure two brands… Brawl and Rampage.. each with their own World Champions. I assure you, there is only one REAL champion in this business.. and you are looking at him. That is why, I am throwing my hat into the ring with whomever wins between Shadow Man and Mark Storm. I will put up my EWC Title against whomever owns the other fake belt then.. and let’s get to unifying this damn thing! You guys can boo me all you want, but let’s be straight about this… you all are down with that, aren’t you?

That fans mumble.. and then they begin to cheer.

Xplode: That’s right. So what do we do in the man time? I mean, we have a pay per view to look towards and I have yet to have a suitable challenger. I mean, should it be King Flip? I hear he has an important match tonight, right?

Xplode laughs as the fans cheer loudly.

Xplode: What about Brett Black or Metal Black? Wait.. are they the same person? I hear they both have humongous asses that haven’t been washed in months..

The fans begin to boo as Xplode and Terry Jones laugh amongst themselves.

Xplode: Well, we will see. I mean, in all truth… none of these people deserve to share a ring with me. Flip has beaten mid carders at best… and the only title belt that he owns is one that is practically GIVEN away overseas. Hell, they sent me one in the mail just last week like it was a credit card offer!

The fans are a mixture of laughs and jeers…

Xplode: Metal Black? That’s a joke. Brett Black? Hmm.. He lost to Flip last week, didn’t he? Again, it’s pretty slim pickings around here. So here is the deal. I am going to be watching the matches over the next few weeks very carefully. Should someone step up and actually be worth a shit, I will give them a chance to step in the ring with the most deadly superstar that has ever graced this damn ring… me. I want a challenge… not a charity match.

Xplode laughs as Terry Jones accepts the microphone from him.

Jones: You heard it here.. EWC! The Champ is willing to accept a challenge from anyone in that locker room! That person needs to prove himself worthy of being considered as one though. So I suggest that all of the men and women in that locker room take a look in the mirror and see themselves in the brightest light possible. Train hard… put in the work.. and a chance to face this man could just be in your future. Good night!

Xplode’s theme song begins to play loudly as he raises the title high over his head! The fans respond with loud boos as the feed slowly.. fades out.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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MATCH 3

HARLOW KINSLEY Vs SLADE HARDISON

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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. 

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Lexington Kentucky, weighing 255lbs… Slade Hardison!!!

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.

Aiello: And Slade Hardison has made no secret of his desire to end his streak of bad luck.

A low rumbling sweeps the arena, and the lights begin to flicker erratically. After a second or so of build up, "Waiting Room" by Switchblade Symphony begins to play in earnest, and Nurse Kinsley appears at the top of the entry ramp. With a distant, vacant expression, she slowly stumbles her way toward the ring, occasionally stopping to stare down members of the audience.

Jessica Stroup: And fighting out of Tijuana, Mexico, weighing 135lbs… Harlow Kinsley!!!

Kinsley reaches the ring, slowly crawling beneath the bottom rope. Inch by inch, she pulls herself to one of the corners, where she slumps against the turnbuckle. She stares off into space, letting her music play with a face that doesn't seem to acknowledge its surroundings. After a few more moments, she grabs the middle ropes and hoists herself to her feet, shaking off her malaise
The bell rings. Almost immediately Kinsley slumps back in the corner, holding herself up with the top rope.

Aiello: Here we go… to call this a clash of styles would be to do it a disservice…

Piven: Yeah, Slader the crowd pleaser against a competitor who makes Harley Quinn look sane…

Slade approaches Kinsley slowly and warily, but Kinsley stays slumped in the corner with her arms draped over the top rope. She just stares into space, her eyes seeming wider with her mouth and nose covered.

Piven: What is she doing?

As Slade gets closer, Kinsley still doesn’t move

Aiello: I have no idea… it’s like she’s inviting Slade to take the initiative…

Slade reaches her, and suddenly Kinsley explodes out of the corner with right hands, kicks him in the back of the knee, and drops him with a spinning neckbreaker. She turns on the mat and grabs him in an inverted headlock, lifting Slade into a dragon sleeper. Fortunately, Slade is close to the ropes and gets his leg onto the bottom rope.

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The referee almost has to drag Kinsley away from the hold as she breaks at the “f” of 5. Kinsley moves away, before dropping down and sitting on the canvas with a vacant stare. Slade pulls himself up, clearly shocked by what happened. As he holds his painful neck, Kinsley just stays sat on the canvas, not moving and just staring towards him.

Aiello: Slade needs to be careful here…

Piven: That girl is crazier than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

Aiello: What?

Slade tries to approach Kinsley but she leaps up to her feet and goes for him again. She scratches at his face and then elbows him, sending him staggering back into the corner. She charges at him, leaps onto the second rope and delivers three headbutts to him. Slade pushes her off, clutching his head, and Kinsley rebounds off the ropes and jumps onto his back, locking in a Flying Dragon.

Aiello: And more of that unorthodox technique on show here, and a painful submission move at the end of it!!!

Slade staggers in the hold, and drops down onto his knee, reaching for the ropes but they are too far away. Kinsley tightens the hold around Slade’s neck, and the big man struggles to escape.

Slade struggles back up to his feet and staggers towards the ropes, one painful oxygen-deprived step at a time. He reaches out and grabs the ropes.

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Aiello: Slade looked for the quick win, but it wasn’t to be!

Hardison has the advantage now and he pulls the smaller Kinsley up to her feet, then body slams her onto the mat. He drops an elbow across her throat then rebounds off the ropes looking for a fist drop. As he jumps to deliver the blow, Kinsley sits up Dracula-style, and Hardison punches nothing but canvas. Kinsley stands and wraps her arms around his neck in a rear naked choke, then wraps her legs around his chest.

Aiello: Again Kinsley goes for the submission, looking to take the air out of her bigger opponent.

Piven: He should look at Hardison’s recent record… he doesn’t need any help choking…

Hardison, with Kinsley on his back, pulls himself up to his feet and runs backwards into the corner, crushing Kinsley against the turnbuckle. Kinsley keeps the hold as Hardison tries again.

Piven: She’s like a Rottweiler, she’s got ahold and she’s not letting go!!

Hardison drops to a knee as he feels the last of his air draining away, but then launches himself hard into the turnbuckle and finally gets Kinsley to let go. As she starts to slip off of his back, he lifts her onto his shoulders and delivers a quasi-samoan drop which tips Kinsley over the top rope and hard to the floor.

Aiello: Not pretty, but it gets the job done.

Kinsley struggles to her feet on the outside as Aiello manages to catch his breath. He climbs the nearby turnbuckle and as Kinsley stands, Aiello leaps to the outside and takes her out with a diving clothesline. The crowd cheer his efforts as both competitors lie prone on the outside and the referee begins his count.
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As both competitors still lie prone on the outside, the crowd suddenly notice a familiar figure standing on the stage. The reaction is loud, but mixed.

Aiello: Hang on…

Piven: What’s he doing here?

Jon Kellar, paintless and decked out in a plain black t-shirt, jeans and white trainers stands on the stage shaking his head.

Aiello: There’s been rumours of an alliance growing between Hardison and Kellar. Is he here to tip the balance?

Piven: If he needs allies to overcome this nutcase then Hardison isn’t worth teaming with…

Aiello: You’re doing Kinsley a disservice there… she’s been excellent tonight…

As Kellar makes his way down the ramp, Hardison is up to his feet and rolls Kinsley back into the ring. He covers Kinsley.

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Kellar: Again!!!

Hardison looks across at Kellar, who is stood at ringside with his hands on the canvas, barking at Slade.

Kellar: Pick her up, and do it again!!!

Slade looks reluctant as Kellar continues to shout orders at him.

Aiello: What is Kellar doing…

Piven: He’s directing Hardison! He’s trying to give the guy a spine…

Aiello: What does this have to do with spines?

Slade pulls Kinsley up to her feet and nails her with another Scoop Slam.

Kellar: Again!!! HARDER!!!

Slade shakes his head sadly but obliges, nailing a third scoop slam so hard that Kinsley almost bounces off the canvas.

Kellar: Good, now finish her!!!

Slade looks down at his opponent and pulls her up to her feet, grabbing her in a front headlock and driving her into the mat with a DDT. Slade covers.

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Kinsley throws her shoulder off the mat, and Slade sits up, shaking his head. Kellar slaps the ring hard and yells at Slade. Slade pulls himself up and watches as Kinsley lies completely prone on the mat, not moving, seemingly out cold. Slade looks over at Kellar and then back at Kinsley, then back at Kellar and holds his hand out.

Kellar: I said FINISH HER!!!!

Slowly, Slade approaches and lifts her up onto his shoulders, looking to deliver the Kentucky Drop but hesitates, as he holds Kinsley’s seemingly unconscious body across his shoulders. He looks around at the crowd who are just watching him with shock as he destroys his much smaller opponent.

Kellar: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??!!!

Slade goes to slam Kinsley goes into the mat with the Kentucky Drop, but Slade lands on her feet and kicks him in the gut. She grabs him in a three quarter face lock and goes for the Sobredosis but as she reaches the corner Slade manages to flip her up and over his head. He turns and Kinsley dropkicks Slade back into the corner and he falls between the top and middle ropes.

Aiello: Slade’s hesitation cost him there!!!

Kinsley approaches and grabs Slade in a front headlock, and drags him over the middle rope. She stares vacantly forwards, then casually drops him onto his head with a rope hung DDT. Kinsley covers.

Aiello: That’s gotta be it!!!

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Aiello: Kellar is not happy with this turn of events!

Piven: Is Kellar ever happy about anything?

Kinsley has the advantage now and pulls Slade to his feet. She locks in a ¾ front facelock and runs to the corner, nailing the Sobredosis. She covers Slade.
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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… Harlow Kinsley!!!

Aiello: Well, Slade’s losing streak continues here and… HEY!!!

Kinsley has no time to celebrate her win as Kellar rolls into the ring behind her and slams her neck-first into the mat with a hard German Suplex. As she writhes on the mat, he grabs her round the waist and nails it again, leaving her flat.

Aiello: This is completely uncalled for!!!

Kellar grabs Kinsley by the hair and with a casual toss throws her over the top rope and out of the ring to the floor. He signals to ringside for a microphone.

Kellar: Before any of you preachy do gooders get any ideas about shaming me on Twitter… I’m not doing this to prove some chauvinistic point. I’m doing this because I have seen how dangerous that woman is in the ring, and I don’t want her anywhere near me while I say what needs to be said…

Piven: So… Kellar does talk?

Aiello: Well he’s not wearing his paint…

Kellar: Slade, you are weak...

Kellar looks down at Hardison

Kellar: And you will always be weak until you break free of your strings. You had Kinsley in the palm of your hands, and you blew it because you were too concerned about what people might think of you. You showed her mercy, you tried to do “the right thing” and look where it put you.

Kellar pulls Slade up to a sitting position and slaps him awake.

Kellar: When you faced me last week, I thought you understood.

He gestures to the crowd

Kellar: We are not here to entertain, we are not here to thrill, we are here to WIN. I am here because I intend to sit on the EWC throne as the undisputed master of this ring, and I intend to lead a team... no... an army that will change the face of this company, and this sport forever. And maybe the people will love us... maybe they will hate us... but they will never... ever... be able to dispute our claim. We will rule them as we rule this roster...

The crowd gives a mixed response to Kellar's words as he looks into Slade’s eyes.

Kellar: You, Slade, have it in you to be a great soldier, a true warrior for the cause... last week you proved that. It was an honor the hand of the man who took me to the limit last week, but understand that no soldier can serve two generals. To be the man, the wrestler, the fighter that you want to be, and to pull yourself out of this slump, you need to be ruthless. You cannot show mercy. You cannot show weakness. But above all, understand that you cannot serve the cause... and serve… these…. people.

Slade just stares at Kellar.

Kellar: Fight alongside me as a partner, and I will teach you everything I know. Together, you and I and those we choose to fight alongside us will dominate this company. Fight with me and live forever...

Kellar gestures to the crowd one last time.

Kellar: Or serve them... and be forgotten.

Kellar stands.

Kellar: Choose...

Kellar drops the microphone and heads out of the ring towards the back. As he does, he passes Kinsley on the way who glares up at him. He looks back at her and gives a respectful nod to her performance, then heads back up the ramp.

Aiello: What the hell is going on with these two?

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MATCH 4

LUCY MIDDLEY Vs NATHAN CREED

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Aiello: Oh what a Monday Night Brawl it has been tonight.

Piven: Looks like we have more action underway.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is a one on one match and is scheduled for one fall, 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

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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, weighing in at two-hundred, twenty-five pounds, now residing in Raleigh, North Carolina, NATHAN CREED!

"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.

Josh Daniels signals for the bell.

Lucy Middley and Nathan Creed circle each other. Nathan Creed wants to throw a punch but is hesitant. So he goes for the punch but draws back at the last minute. Lucy takes that opportunity to kick Nathan in the mid section then hits Nathan Creed with an Inverted Atomic Drop. The crowd boos Middley but she is oblivious and continues the onslaught.

Aiello: Taking the high road leaves Nathan Creed in bad place.

Piven: Being a gentleman gets you nowhere in this business.

Creed manages to escape Middley and catches her with a knee to the mid section, then a headbutt. Lucy goes down to the mat, then Creed applies a Double Arm Choke to Lucy Middley to wear her down. He releases the hold.

Aiello: Nathan Creed applied pressure to Lucy Middley.

Zelda climbs the apron and tries to distract referee Josh Daniels. She gets his attention. Nathan Creed, goes over to see what the commotion is all about, Lucy Middley off the distraction goes for a schoolgirl roll up pin pulling on Creed’s tight’s for leverage.

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Aiello: Lucy Middley trying to use her manager’s distraction to her advantage.

Piven: That’s using your noodle kid.

Nathan Creed feeling slighted, decides to German Suplex Lucy Middley then he picks her off the mat and hits her with Gutwrench Suplex. Belly to Belly Suplex followup. Then he Irish Whips her to the corner puts Lucy in a Tree of Woe, then climbs the turnbuckle and hits Middley with The Beautiful Disaster. Hooks her leg and goes for the pin.

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Aiello: Nathan Creed puts on a Suplex Clinic and then tries to finish up with his signature move The Beautiful Disaster.

Piven: That Tricky Bastard.

Nathan Creed runs towards the ropes but his foot is grab by Zelda. Feeling that Zelda has interfered in this match way too much Nathan Creed slides out of the ring and grabs Zelda by the hair. Lucy seeing her manager in trouble follows Creed outside the ring and hits him with a DreamDT and leaves him laying and gets back into the ring whilst referee Josh Daniels begins his ten count.

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Aiello: Will Creed be able to answer the ten count?

Piven: He’s on wobbly legs Joe.

Nathan slides back into the ring and props himself up against the ropes. Lucy slides out of the ropes and trips Nathan to the mat. Then she climbs the top turnbuckle and hits the Penultimate Finish and drapes her arm over Creed’s chest.

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Lucy feels frustrated as she looks to Zelda for advice. A loud roar is heard throughout the arena as Lucy turns around and is met with The Battlecry!

Piven: Lights out, Lucy Middley!

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Jessica Stroup: Your Winner by pinfall Nathan Creed!

Aiello: Nathan Creed proved why is he is the Last Man Standing.

Piven: He needed eyes in the back of his head in that match Joe.

Nathan holds his chest showing a bruise from Lucy’s signature move, but still relishes in the cheers from the crowd as he exits the ring.

Winner: Nathan Creed

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BACKSTAGE

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Camera shows Nairobi heading towards the ring with a determined look on his face. We see Ace Heart in the background trying to get a quick word with Nairobi.

Ace: Nairobi what are your feelings getting in the ring with Living Dead Karl tonight?

Nairobi: I’m going to bring his dead ass back to life and kill him over and over repeatedly, rinse and repeat. I refuse to lose to this guy. Simple as that Ace. Interiew over.

Nairobi stops talking and heads straight on towards the ring

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MATCH 5

NAIROBI JORDAN Vs LIVING DEAD KARL

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Jessica Stroup: Heading to the ring first, from Death Valley California... the Phoenix, NAIROBI JORDAN!

"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.

Aiello: The Sundance Kid has definitely been leaving an impression lately.

Piven: Yeah... but not like his opponent. Not the same kind of impression, anyway, and thank goodness for that.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, 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.

Aiello: We've seen a whole new breed of Karl lately.

Piven: In the plural, even! There were... Karls coming out of the audience last week, and out from under the ring! Karls everywhere!

Aiello: They weren't Karls, Piven. They were z--

Piven: Zeds? Walkers?

DING DING DING

Nairobi crouches low, motioning for Karl to approach. Karl raises his arms. He shambles. Slowly. Nairobi gets sick of it quick, and takes a huge run at Karl--BOOM, SPEAR! Right to the midsection! He takes Karl down and he starts punching!

Aiello: The Phoenix showing a lot of fire tonight!

Piven: ...Did you do that on purpose?

Shot after shot lands on Karl's head, before finally, Karl palms Nairobi's face and slings him to the side. Karl starts climbing to his feet, but the Phoenix is up first... and nails a stiff kick to Karl's skull. Karl sits there briefly, halfway through getting up... before slumping to the mat. Nairobi immediately takes to the side of the ring, bouncing off the second rope... and a picture perfect lionsault! He rolls over Karl for the early cover.

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Piven: Hey. That's the same referee that got his drink spiked earlier, isn't it? Y'know, by Karl's nurse?

Aiello: ...Now that you mention it, yes, I believe it is. Hmm.

Nairobi fires hard stomps into Karl's torso, followed by stiff kicks as Karl gets more footing. He's barely giving Karl a chance to attack! Finally, Karl gets to his feet and reaches out to grab Nairobi... but the Phoenix hits the floor, dropping Karl to the mat with a drop toe hold! Karl starts to get back up, but Nairobi's already bouncing off the ropes... a dropkick to the side of the head! Karl's out like a light! Another cover--

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Piven: Wow.

There's a bit of a struggle, but Karl finds his footing, dragging Nairobi's body from his arms to his shoulder. He walks a few feet... and nails a furious press slam. He adjusts his position a little, and begins to frantically choke Nairobi with his hands.

Aiello: Nairobi's speed was a huge boon in the early going, but the strength and resilience of Karl isn't to be ignored.

The referee starts counting Karl out as he angrily strangles the Phoenix, but the referee's count is... a little slow. The commentators don't seem to pick up on it, and eventually Karl relinquishes the hold. He grabs Nairobi by the hair and arm, and drags him to his feet. He scoops him up... pendulum backbreaker! Karl leaves Nairobi spread across his knee, and with a hand on his jaw, starts to press his knee deeper into Nairobi's spine.

Nairobi yells out as Karl crushes him into the bent knee, and the referee repeatedly asks if Nairobi gives up. Nairobi yells "no," and after the third time, Karl gets frustrated. He tosses Nairobi to the mat. As Nairobi starts to try and get up, Karl hits him a falling knee to the head, then a hard elbow drop, then rolls him over for the cover.

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Karl heaves angrily. Nairobi grabs the ropes to try and pull himself up, but Karl grabs him by the leg, dragging him to the center of the ring... and then applies a standing ankle lock.

Aiello: Ankle lock from... from Living Dead Karl, of all people!

Piven: Calling Karl "people" is offensive to us living, breathing humans, thank you very much.

It's a crude submission, to be sure, but Karl's really cranking it on. Again, the referee starts asking if Nairobi gives up, but he adamantly refuses. He grips his fists, he clenches his teeth... but he doesn't tap out. Slooowly, he inches his way toward the ropes... clawing, tearing himself across the ring, hands reaching for the edge, and almost getting there.

Karl, getting flustered, grabs Nairobi's other leg. With a stiff jerk, he brings Nairobi's body in close, and away from the ropes... and hits a hard wheelbarrow slam! Nairobi's face bounces off the mat. Karl rises, grabbing Nairobi by the hair, and again pulling him to his feet.

Nairobi turns, firing a stiff punch into Karl's face! It looks ragged, a very tired punch, but it's enough to give Karl pause. Another punch, and the crowd starts getting into it. Shot after shot, Nairobi walks Karl backward across the ring, blitzing him with hard punches. He reels the hand back for a huuuge punch...

...And Karl catches the arm, throwing a hard punch of his own. It hits with enough force to almost level Nairobi, forcing him to stumble back an inch. With a bit of distance cleared between them, though, Nairobi leaps forward, hitting a flying forearm to Karl! Both men go down! Nairobi gets up first, getting his wind back and motioning for Karl to get up... and when Karl does, he nails Karl with a running elbow! Karl is down again!

Nairobi circles Karl like a vulture. Karl finally gets to his feet, turns... and Nairobi goes for the Sunset Kick! Karl catches the foot! Nairobi twists around... ENZUIGIRI! Karl hits the mat, Nairobi takes the cover!

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Aiello: The referee is looking a little peckish. You don't think...?

Piven: He got slipped a mickey by Harlow Kinsley? You're damn right I do! Also, peckish? Really? Who even says that?

While Nairobi's turned around and distracted with the ill referee, Living Dead Karl gets to a full stand, and scoops up Nairobi from behind. He turns with Nairobi in tow... SAITO SUPLEX! He pulls Nairobi back up immediately... GERMAN SUPLEX! The crowd actually starts to get into it a little bit, because hey, suplex city right?

Karl abruptly stops after the second suplex. As Nairobi lays on the mat, Karl turns and just... stares off into the crowd, as if in defiance. He refuses to do a third suplex. What a jerk.

Nairobi's almost to his feet by the time Karl turns back around, but he's not having any of it. He scoops Nairobi up onto his shoulders, looking for a Samoan Drop... but Nairobi squirms off and hooks the head as he falls! DDT! He starts making his way to the top of the turnbuckle.

Aiello: This is exactly how Karl lost to Red Dragon last week!

Nairobi Jordan comes flying off the corner! CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! THE PHOENIX IS IN FLIGHT! THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET--

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Nairobi slams torso first across the raised knees, recoiling in pain and rolling away from where Karl lies. Karl sits straight up immediately, and is met with loud booing from the live crowd.

Aiello: First the ankle lock, now this. Karl's learning.

Piven: And that, folks, is truly scary.

Karl throws a couple of hard punches into Nairobi before pulling him in for a powerbomb. He hoists him up... but Nairobi won't give up! He starts firing fists into Karl's head! Karl stumbles backward for a second... and Nairobi whips backward! Hurricanrana!

Aiello: The Phoenix will not stay down!

Piven: That's not what they do, Joe.

Nairobi's back in action! He grips at his midsection, still sore from the failed Phoenix Flight, but he fights off the pain to take off running. He bounces off the ropes... running senton on Karl! Nairobi hooks the leg!

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He stops before three, his hand held aloft in the air. The crowd starts to boo.

Aiello: ...What did Kinsley do to this referee?

The referee slowly rises to his feet, refusing to count any further. Nairobi gets up as well, leaving Karl to lay on the mat, and starts to have words with the ref. As the Phoenix gets closer, though, the referee raises his arms... and starts to shamble toward Nairobi.

Like a zombie.

Piven: Oh hell no.

Nairobi looks confused, even as the referee takes a hold of his face with both hands. Nairobi gets the message just as the ref starts to lean in, mouth wide open; he shoves the zombified referee away before the undead official can take a bite out of his face.

While the two are struggling, however... Brenda Vixen has slid into the ring behind Nairobi Jordan. She lays a chair at the edge of the ring, just at the bottom rope, before getting to her feet.

Aiello: This is getting out of hand.

Piven: Look out Phoenix!

Nairobi turns, and tries to fire a swift kick to Brenda's head--but she catches the leg! Cradle suplex, right into that steel chair she brought! Nairobi lays there, stunned for a moment, but struggles to his feet with a hand at his back. Before he can make a run at Brenda, he's caught by the throat by the newly arisen Karl. Chokeslam from Karl, and the crowd is absolutely livid. They sound like they could start throwing things at the ring any second now.

Karl makes the cover. The zombified referee makes the fast count.

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Jessica Stroup: Y-your winner... Living Dead Karl!

You can barely hear "Pretend We're Dead" over the boos of the audience. Brenda Vixen raises Karl's hand in victory. The referee sinks into the corner, grasping at the ropes, and starting to vomit up something... green?

By the time the medical team arrives, Brenda and Living Dead Karl have cleared out of the ring. Everyone hurries to check on Nairobi and the referee, who's shaking his head and looking confused... whatever happened to him, it seems to have been temporary. He's back to normal, albeit a little shaken.

Aiello: Hopefully, Kinsley didn't do any permanent damage to that referee.

Piven: Seriously. Do you know how hard it is to find good officials in this business?! You can't just go around turning them all into zombies!

Aiello: Nairobi Jordan can't be happy about this, either. He had that match won! We will be right back folks

Winner: Living Dead Karl

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MATCH 6

RED DRAGON Vs METAL BLACK

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Stroup: The following contest is a one-on-one match scheduled for one fall!

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.

Stroup: Introducing first... The Motor City Maneater... METAL BLACK!

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. It is at this point she makes her way to the ring as Red Dragon runs through the curtain she gets to the ring apron to do her typical slide under the bottom rope when Dragon connects from behind with a vicious clothesline followed quickly by a backbreaker onto his knee. He grabs the cigarillo and puts it out on his tongue as she looks up in disgust.

Aiello: Oh my Lord, Red Dragon is a masochist! He's nuts! And Metal Black looks, well, pretty perturbed by the action if we're honest, Piven.

Piven: This woman is everything I've ever wanted in a wife. One day, Aiello. One day.

Red Dragon goes to drop a boot to her face. Metal rolls out of the way, getting to one knee, then rolls under a high knee from Red Dragon. He lands as she gets to her feet. Both turn around simultaneously and Metal Black connects with a hammer fist to the face. Then another as he gets up. And a third to boot before grabbing Red Dragon by the back of the head and rolling him into the ring. She then finishes where she left off, sliding into the ring and finding herself a corner to make her attire reveal by slowly taunting the fans with her jacket. She finally takes it off to a big pop and tosses it aside.

Aiello: Even with Red Dragon stopping her at the pass, she takes this moment to finish what she started.

Piven: Oh Mylanta, she's my woman.

Dragon and Black begin circling the ring, neither wanting to make the first move but both with the experience enough to jump forward to try to catch the other off guard. After a moment, Red goes for a low dropkick to the knee. Metal barely jerks out of the way and goes for another hammer fist when he gets up. Red ducks it and grabs her from behind. Dragon sleeper. The Maneater quickly connects with several rights and lefts to her opponent's midsection. She gets him to loosen the hold enough to spin around. Now, however, Red Dragon wrenches in a headlock for a moment long enough to go for a twist of fate. Metal has the ring experience enough to grab the top rope and Red Dragon plants back first onto the canvas. She jumps onto the middle rope and connects with a leg drop, lifting the leg of her opponent while her own leg is still on his throat.

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Aiello: And now Metal Black is the one to powerfully kick out. These two are seemingly evenly matched thus far in the bout, though Red Dragon is bringing the pain via submission maneuvers. Perhaps this is to make Metal Black pay for the things she said about him, but that is still left to see by the end of the match.

Piven: If anything, he just wants to hold his boner against her body. He's a damn pervert, Aiello.

Aiello: That's not a serious statement. I don't accept that to be a serious statement.

Piven: And why not?

Aiello: You're the biggest damn pervert I ever met, that's why not.

Piven: Point taken.

The two competitors have now met in the center of the ring and are exchanging vicious right hands with neither giving an inch in their punch or position. This goes on for what seems like an entire minute when Red Dragon finally blocks a right hand from MB and connects with a thumb to the eye. The referee gives him a warning but his eyes don't waver from his opponent. He dropkicks her in the groin and she drops to the canvas in the corner.

Aiello: He just kicked her in the front butt!

Piven: THAT'S MY FUTURE WIFE, YOU MONSTER.

Dragon gets a final, more stern warning from the referee before lifting her up and getting her in position on the top turnbuckle. He goes up with her, going for what would be a superplex. Metal Black connects with several forearms before lifting him up herself. She holds him in the air for several seconds before jumping and spinning down to the canvas. Both competitors bounce and reel off the canvas in immense pain.

THIS IS AWE-SOME!!

THIS IS AWE-SOME!!

THIS IS AWE-SOME!!

Red Dragon rolls out of the ring and drops to the thinly padded outside, unable to catch himself on the ring apron like he'd hoped to. Metal Black suffers a similar fate as she crawls to the corner, stumbling and slipping as the crowd's cheers simmer. She sees her opponent and smiles as she positions herself over the second rope to grab the turnbuckle post.

Piven: Pole position! Look at that form... that body... what a happy hubby I'm going to be.

She splashes down onto Red Dragon after holding her weight up for nearly half a minute. The crowd appreciates with more cheers and applause as Metal lifts Dragon to slide him in and follow suit herself. He crawls to the turnbuckle and begins to catch his breath in a sitting position. Metal works the crowd momentarily, building up speed as she circles the ring. Hesitation dropkick to the face. She pulls him out of the corner and lifts both of his legs.

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Aiello: DEVIL'S CLUTCH! DEVIL'S CLUTCH!! METAL BLACK CAN'T GO ANYWHERE!

Metal Black holds off for what feels like five minutes. Then, out of nowhere, she begins reeling her head back as hard as she can into his forehead. It takes five shots for Red Dragon to finally let go, blood all over Metal and himself. She rolls in pain as he holds his forehead. Neither move for a moment. Both get up and leap toward one another.

Piven: MOTOGRATER!

Aiello: THAT HAS TO BE IT, JEREMY!

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Stroup: Here's your winner... METAL BLACK!

WINNER: METAL BLACK

Metal smiles as her hand is lifted in the air. She rubs the back of her head and sees his blood on her hand. She wipes it off on the referee's shirt, who becomes quite disgusted with the move, and exits the ring to her theme. The crowd is chanting her name.

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We catch Ace Heart approaching King Flip backstage. Flip has different plans, however, and confiscates the microphone before shoving Heart the hell out of the way. He heaves and smiles as he stares dead-eyes into the viewfinder of the camera in front of him. The battle with Brett Black that started at the top of the show seemed to have continued backstage regardless of the people attempting to intervene and stop them from brawling. 

KING FLIP: Brett motherfucking Black. You wanted to send a message to me through those poor folks in the ring. You drove that chair into their bodies over and over... AND OVER AGAIN. And you expected me to sit back and watch your show? No way, you're not that stupid. You were challenging me to come to that ring and defend my kingdom. And come I did... and defend I shall, always and forevermore.

Ace tries to walk back into the scene and get a word in edgewise. All he gets, however, is driven face first into the soda machine. King Flip lets out that cocky smirk before returning to the camera. His breath has becomd slower and more controlled.

KING FLIP: There's no length I won't go, Brett. There's no stipulation I haven't FUCKING CONQUERED. And tonight? Tonight you signed your own burial. You want to yammer on about how I'm going to have to tear you limb from limb... as if that's a challenge. As if that's something I'm not completely willing and capable of doing, Brett. NEWS FLASH. I don't give two shits about you, your body, your cult, or how you got daddy issues harder than all of Metal Black's former coworkers combined. That doesn't mean a Goddamn thing to me. YOU... don't mean a GODDAMN THING... TO ME.

Flip leaps at the cameraman causing him to fall down. His smile widens as he kneels down, grabbing the camera to center it on his face.

KING FLIP: BRETT BLACK. I'm going out to that ring right now and we end this. One way or the other, we put it all on the line tonight and then we're done with it. You respect me? You call me the better man because you gave me the match last week? That ain't shit but excuses, kid, and I guaran-damn-tee you're going to need a whole hell of a lot more than that if you want to walk out of this match the better man. You didn't learn enough last week, it seems, SO TONIGHT... IN SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA... YOU LEARN. YOU LEARN WHY I AM THE MAN XPLODE WILL FACE AT WRESTLEFEST. YOU LEARN WHY I'M STILL UNDE-FUCKING-FEATED. TONIGHT... YOU TRULY LEARN WHY I... AM THE COLD... HEARTED... KING. YOU WILL ALL HAIL... OR YOU WILL FUCKING DIE.

King Flip drops the microphone and walks toward the curtain as the feed cuts away.

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MATCH 7

BURIED ALIVE GRUDGE MATCH

BRETT BLACK Vs KING FLIP

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The fans in the arena talk among themselves for a time while the television feed gives each of them their 5 minutes of fame. Waving their hands, they try to get spotted as children are hoisted, lips are kissed, and signs are raised. On the side of the stage, we see a large mount of dirt. A tombstone rests in the mound, behind an adult sized hole.

As the camera pans a few more times, we are left with the shot of the announcer’s booth. Seated at the booth is Aiello and Piven, each one of them looking around with a smile upon their faces. With a nod, Aiello speaks to his co-host, his EWC shirt wrinkling under his chin.

Aiello: This place is ALIVE! I am loving this. Our next match is a special one. We have a buried alive match up next! While this is usually enough to rave over, this match is actually much hotter than that! King Flip.. will square off against a man who most would consider the hottest property in the industry.. Brett Black. Black has become a phenom in the industry, transcending the norm.

Piven: It’s weird. Despite Flip defeating Black last week, it’s almost like it helped Black out! Fan response has been HUGE for the Butcher of the Bayou since then. We are looking at the start of something special.

Aiello: King Flip has also been red hot, despite less media fan fare. Can he defeat Black once more? We are about to find out.

Piven: Yes we are.

Aiello: That guy creeps me out… really.

The camera feed pans to the ring where we see Jessica Stroup in a sparkling dress. Her beauty is obvious as she smiles and begins to speak. Around her, camera flashes create a strobe like pattern.

Jessica Stroup: The next match is a triple threat affair. Heading out to the ring first.. please welcome..King Flip!

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. 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 lights flicker… and then turn completely off. The fans begin to speak amongst themselves now until the lights flicker once again. The arena lights finally come on permanently… and we see Brett Black in the ring, standing behind King Flip! Flip does not see him yet… and The Butcher smiles with evil intent!

Aiello: BLACK IS IN THE RING!!! BLACK IS IN THE RING!! HOW THE HELL?!!!

Piven: KING FLIP HAS NO IDEA!!

Aiello: …How in the hell did he even get in the ring?!!

The fans begin to shout loudly as Flip slowly turns around, his hands out in confusion! Before he can react, he finds himself face to face with Black! Black grabs Flip by the throat and lifts him high into the air! Flip lands flat on his back by a vicious choke slam by Brett Black!!! The fans begin to scream with excitement!

Black looks down at Flip with a sadistic grin. Flip slowly turns over on to his side as Black nudges him with the tip of his boot! Black grabs Flip and helps him to his feet. Flip suddenly elbows Black, but gets no response as Black shrugs off the damage! Black scoops up Flip and slams him hard unto the mat below! The ring shakes from the impact!

Aiello: WOW!! Flip is hurt!

Piven: Brett Black is showing some kind of unholy power here tonight! Can King Flip overcome these odds? Can he… WAIT!!!

Black Irish Whips Flip across the ring, and nails a big boot, sending Flip to the mat hard once again. Black then grabs the ring ropes and uses them for stability, driving the tip of his boot into Black’s neck!! Flip’s face turns a harsh red as Black keeps the pressure on. The referee orders him to step back and Black finally complies, but not before kicking Flip once again!

Black helps Flip to his feet and he hooks an arm over his shoulder! Flip finally counters with an elbow to the jaw! Flip does it again.. and again! Finally, Black shows his mortality as he stumbles backward! Flip then kicks him in the gut and drives Black hard into the mat with a snap DDT!!

Black immediately gets back up, stunning King Flip! Flip then runs to the ropes and performs a missile drop kick! Black hits the mat hard… but then immediately begins to rise once again! Frustrated Flip grits his teeth and grabs Brett Black, He lifts Black into the air and performs a side slam! Flip rolls away… but sees that Brett Black is once again rising to his feet!

Aiello: WHAT THE HELL?!! IS BLACK EVEN REAL?!!

Shaking his head, Flip rushes Brett Black but suddenly is caught by the throat once again! Flip kicks Black in the gut, causing him to be released! Flip grabs Brett and attempts to lift her when suddenly Black slaps his hands away, and scoops Flip into the air! Black walks across the ring and dumps King Flip out to the ringside area below!!

Aiello: Are you seeing this?! Brett Black has become some sort of… MONSTER?!!!

Piven: Black has turned heads tonight. I will admit, I did not see this happening. I still am not giving up on Flip though. I have seen that man perform the impossible. Tonight will be no different!

Flip slowly stirs at ringside, holding his shoulder in pain. Brett Black lands beside him and grabs him. Flip counters by Irish Whipping Black into the turnbuckle post! Flip grabs Black.. and does it again, this time causing Brett to bounce off of the post and land on the cement!

[Fans]

FLIP!

FLIP!

FLIP!

Grabbing Brett Black by the hair, Flip begins to walk him up the rampway. Reaching the stage, Flip kicks Brett Black once.. and then again.. before hopping in the air, spinning, and performing a swinging neck breaker…. sending Black off of the stage and into the abyss below!! The fans scream in delight as Flip slowly rises up. Noticing that Brett is not moving, Flip grabs him by the boot and begins to drag him towards the dirt…. towards his grave!

Aiello: This could be it! Can Flip bury the Butcher?!!!

Flip reaches the grave now. Tossing the shovel to the side, he rolls Black into the open hole. Flip then takes a deep breath and grabs the shovel that he tossed aside moments earlier! Turning around…

HE IS FACE TO FACE WITH BRETT BLACK WHO IS STANDING UP IN THE HOLE!!!

Piven: WHAT THE HELL?!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!!!

Black yanks Flip right off of his feet and drags him into the grave! He begins to pummel… and then choke King Flip as his eyes bulge out of his head! Climbing out of the hole, Black grabs the shovel and takes a few steps back. The the amazement of the fans.. Black jumps into the air with shovel in hand!

[Crowd]

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!!

Black lands into the hole, bringing the shovel down hard unto King Flip’s lifeless frame! Blood begins to pour from Flip’s forehead as Black tosses the shovel aside. Grabbing Flip and helping him to his feet, Black whispers something into his ear…. and then performs his finisher.. the Black Out Powerbomb!

Black rolls out of the grave now.

Grabbing the shovel, Black tosses a few mounds unto King Flip! The fans cheer as the bell is run repeatedly! Black then turns around… but the dirt continues to flow unto King Flip by unseen hands!!! The fans scream in terror as King Flip is buried… alive.

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match…. BRETT BLACK!!!!

Aiello: I don’t believe it…. I seen it… but I don’t believe it.

Piven: Get me the hell out of here…

The fans scream as the arena lights flicker… and then go dark.

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JON KELLAR Vs ALEX CROSS

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Aiello: Okay Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time for the Main Event... two of EWC's newest superstars going head to head.

Piven: They're not superstars... they're FIGHTERS... this is going to be brutal...

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.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first, fighting out of Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 205lbs... Alex Cross!

Cross 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.

The lights dim as as the slow string intro of "Heart of Courage" by Two Steps from Hell starts to play. Smoke rises from the ramp and at ringside, turned blue by the arena lighting.

Jessica Stroup: And fighting out of Croydon, England... weighing 209lbs... the "Human Dynamite" Jon Kellar

Through that smoke and onto the stage steps Jon Kellar in his "Human Dynamite" persona. His face is painted several shades of red, with a reptillian-like pattern spread across it. The paint around his eyes is darker, and if one looks closely they can make out the distinctive pattern of an eastern dragon's facial lines in a faded black paint. His hands are covered by his MMA gloves, and his feet have an ankle support around them but no boots or shoes.

Around his waist he wears red MMA board-shorts trimmed with various Japan-influenced patterns in white, and in his mouth he has a red gum-shield.

Over the top of his MMA gear he wears a hooded jacket, the hood raised so as to cast a shadow over his face and eyes.

As the music starts to pick up the pace he makes his way down to the ring, slowly and deliberately, always facing forward, never even acknowledging the crowd around him. If one observes closely they can see him blowing some of the smoke out through his nose as he focusses on the task at hand.

Aiello: I don't care who you are, seeing Kellar come to the ring like that has got to be intimidating!

As the choir builds to its crescendo he reaches the bottom of the ramp and turns to his left, making his way to the ring steps and climbing them. When he reaches the top, and the choir reaches its climax, he brings the arena lights up with a raise of his hands, before stepping into the ring. He removes his hood and jacket, revealing the full extent of his facial art, and awaits the start of the match.

The crowd quietens as the two martial artists and former allies stand on opposite sides of the ring and stare. Slowly, a chant starts to spread through the crowd.

Crowd: G-Z-W!!! G-Z-W!!!

Both men break off their stare for a second and look out into the crowd. Alex smiles a little, and even Kellar, through his face paint, allows a smirk to creep across his face. He regains his composure and stares across at Alex, who returns the stare.

Aiello: Well, the crowd seem familiar with these two's history.

Piven: I blame the f**king Internet...

The bell rings and both men move to the centre, touching gloves as they do. Immediately Kellar throws out a left jab but Alex moves away on the outside and throws a left of his own. It catches Kellar just above the eye and the Human Dynamite moves away.

Aiello: Both these men have very similar styles, are masters of their craft and know each other very well. This really could go either way.

Both men stay on the outside and circle, neither willing to risk coming inside. Eventually the tension gets to Alex and he goes for a lock up but Kellar skips to the right and lands a series of hard jabs, followed by a right straight. Alex staggers against the ropes and Kellar goes to clinch him, but Alex moves away and throws a few jabs of his own, then a right hook that sends Kellar into the corner. Alex moves to follow up but Kellar is out of the corner and again, moves to a safe distance. Both men check for cuts, but discover none, then resume their "ready" stance

Crowd: DYNAMITE!!! DYNAMITE!!! DYNAMITE!!!!

Aiello: This crowd really seems to be getting behind Kellar here... some strong showings are quickly winning over the purists of EWC Universe.

Piven: Yeah.. such a shame he's a colossal ****

Kellar and Alex continue to circle each other. Eventually Kellar moves in and Alex goes to take his head off with a stiff kick, but Kellar grabs the leg and takes him down with a dragon screw. Almost immediately Kellar tries to transfer into a kneebar, but Alex has the presence of mind to get up to a foot and kick Kellar in the side of the head with an enziguri. Alex tries for a cover.

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Aiello: Looks like Alex has found his target. Kellar needs that arm to deliver suplexes and submission moves. If he can isolate it, then maybe he can negate Kellar's offence.

Kellar tries for the ropes but can't reach. Using his free arm he is able to push himself up off the mat, but Alex rolls his hips and transfers the hammerlock into a triangle armbar. Kellar manages to get to his feet, but still has Alex hanging of of his shoulder, continuing to deliver damage.

Aiello: Both these men have Brazillian Jiu Jitsu backgrounds. If they get a hold, it's usually very difficult to get them to let go.

Kellar manages to summon up enough leg strength to drag Alex towards the ropes, and grabs the top rope with his free arm. Alex keeps the triangle and wrenches right back on the arm as the referee tries to separate them.

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Aiello: Alex Cross is in control here, and the damage he's done to that arm seems to be paying dividends now.

Kellar manages to pull himself up, clutching at his arm. Alex doesn’t give him time to catch his breath, cornering Kellar and trapping him against the turnbuckle. Alex drives a knee into Kellar’s ribs, sending Kellar doubling over, and Alex grabs Kellar’s arm again and applies a reverse armbar. Keeping the hold, he drags Kellar to the center of the ring and sits down on Kellar’s shoulder blade. Alex pulls back on the arm.

Aiello: Cross is going to yank Kellar’s arm out of it’s socket!!

Kellar bridges up enough to roll onto his side, then swings his leg and kicks Alex’s legs out from underneath him. Alex falls forward onto his front and is forced to let go, giving Kellar the chance to escape. He slides over Alex’s back and gets him in a side headlock. Alex fights back to his feet and elbows his way out of the hold, then wraps Kellar’s injured arm behind his back and drops him with a belly to back suplex. Kellar writhes on the ground holding his arm as the referee checks on him, while Alex continues to brag.

Piven: I’m starting to like him…

Aiello: It’s hard to argue his quality based on this!

Kellar pushes the referee away and gets up to his feet. Alex doesn’t let up though, and gets Kellar in another hammerlock, then drops him onto the mat again with a belly to back suplex.

Aiello: Alex is taking a page out of Kellar’s book here.

Kellar gets up to his feet again, and again Alex goes for the hammerlock. This time, however, Kellar twists out of it and gets a rear waist lock, dropping Alex to the mat with a hard German Suplex. Kellar staggers away, holding his aching arm. He gets to the corner and rams it against the turnbuckle, trying to get some feeling back into it.

Aiello: Kellar bought himself some breathing room.

Piven: Yeah, but the damage has been done already…

Alex tries to shake off the impact of the suplex as Kellar walks up behind him, grabs him in a rear waistlock and delivers another german suplex.

Crowd: TWO!!!

And another!

Crowd: THREE!!!

Kellar keeps the waist lock and drops Alex one more time

Crowd: FOUR!!!

And one for luck, this one loaded with every scrap of rage, anger, frustration and power that Kellar can muster up.

Crowd: FIVE!!!!

Kellar releases the hold and rolls away, clutching at his injured arm. Alex writhes on the mat, the air driven out of him.
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Piven: This can’t end with a f**king double count out, surely??!!!

Aiello: Alex Cross promised these two would bring the house down, they're certainly doing that!!!
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Aiello: Every time Kellar hits one of those suplexes you can feel the rage behind them. No one does them better!!!

Kellar stalks Alex, baring his blood red gumshield and snarling as Alex gets up. Kellar grabs him in a double chickenwing, and nails him with a Tiger Suplex. Kellar bridges up and traps Alex on his shoulders.
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Alex kicks out and Kellar sits up and slaps the mat in frustration.

Aiello: Kellar thought he had it there!

Kellar, still glaring at Alex, scouts him and taunts him to get up. As he does, Kellar grabs him in a Half-Nelson lock.

Aiello: Kellar-Plex coming!!!!

Alex counters out of the Half Nelson with a back elbow, and gets Kellar in a fisherman headlock. He signals to the crowd and drills Kellar with a fisherman suplex, keeping the lock.

Crowd: ONE!!!

Alex pulls Kellar up to his feet and delivers another

Crowd: TWO!!!!

And again Alex goes for a third fisherman suplex, but Kellar shakes his knee loose and swings his leg hard into Alex's knee. Alex breaks the hold and Kellar swings his leg again, catching Alex in the side of the leg. Alex drops to the mat and Kellar immediately grabs his leg and locks in a kneebar. Alex writhes in the hold and Kellar tightens it, wrenching at Alex's leg.

Aiello: Alex targetted Kellar's arm earlier, and now Kellar's going after Alex's leg!!!

Piven: Thank you Captain Obvious...

Alex howls as Kellar wrenches at his leg, and reaches out towards the ropes, but they're too far away. Kellar sees Alex trying to escape and tightens his grip harder.

Aiello: Alex may have to tap out here, otherwise Kellar's going to break his leg!

Alex struggles, dragging himself and Kellar towards the ropes. Kellar wrenches back to try and stop him, but Alex is eventually able to roll over onto his stomach and grab the bottom rope.
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Aiello: That sounds like it hurt...

Piven: MMA fighters don't mess about!!!

Alex drops to a knee and Kellar approaches and goes for a roundhouse kick to finish Alex off, but Alex ducks. Kellar regains his balance but finds himself facing the wrong way, allowing Alex to grab him and drop him with a hard hitting german suplex of his own.

As Alex lands the impact his leg buckles underneath it, dropping Kellar on his weakened shoulder. Alex drags himself over to Kellar and rolls him over into a cover.
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Piven: So close!!!

Aiello: Incredible!!! Neither of these men giving an inch!!!

Kellar lies flat on the mat and tries to push himself up, while Alex grabs at his leg and pulls himself away from Kellar. Alex pulls himself with the ring ropes, and stamps on his injured leg, trying to get the feeling back. He stalks Kellar and moves his arms into a clutch motion.

Aiello: Alex is looking for the Cross Route!!!

As Kellar manages to find his feet, Alex charges and leaps into a Tilt-A-Whirl, going for the Cross Route. He manages to get the headscissors but as he goes for the DDT Kellar counters into a uranage slam, planting Alex into the mat. Without a moment's hesitation, Kellar grabs Alex's arm and locks in the Kellar Klutch. The crowd roars as Kellar locks in his unbreakable signature hold.

Aiello: Alex is in trouble! Can he break out of this hold?!!!

Alex reaches for the ropes but Kellar compresses his neck harder. Alex's arm goes limp and drops to the mat, as the referee calls for the bell. He taps Kellar on the shoulder and Kellar releases the hold, rolling onto his knees with his fists clenched, through the sweat-smudged paint he lets out a smile and a laugh, then raises his hands to the sky.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the referee has called a stopped this contest... declaring the winner as a result of a submission.... the "Human Dynamite" Jon Kellar!!!!

Winner: Jon Kellar
(by Submission)

Aiello: Kellar claims another victory using the Kellar Klutch, another opponent rendered unconscious!!!

Piven: Dammit!!!! I was backing Alex!!! He handed Kellar's ass to him!!!

Aiello: That he did, Alex Cross really showed what he can do tonight.

Piven: That hold should be banned!!!!

Kellar gets up to his feet and someone at ringside throws him a towel. as Alex slowly comes around with some help from the referee. Kellar wipes the paint from his face with the towel, then discards it, before offering his hand to Alex. Alex accepts it and Kellar pulls him up and the two shake hands in the middle of the ring, much to the crowd's appreciation.

Aiello: Great sportsmanship being shown by both men here. They've made good on Alex's promise to bring the house down. Looks like EWC's future is in good hands!!! It looks like we have something going on backstage - lets check it out

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The fans are still heard cheering in the distance as the camera feed switches to the backstage area. Dressed in a tight fitting outfit, Metal Black is smiling as she signs a few autographs for some fans who have managed to sneak into the locker room area. The small crowd smiles and thanks Black, walking off with their new prizes in hand as security quickly catches up with them. Shaking her head and laughing to herself, Metal Black walks into the hallway and finds herself face to face with King Flip. King Flip is also ready to go home, as he has a gym bag slung over his shoulder. Noticing Black, he nods in respect and speaks.

King Flip: Hell of a fight tonight. Very impressive.

Metal Black: Thanks. You too. Brett Black is a serious pain in the ass. Did you hear the comments that Xplode made about us earlier in the night? Unreal..

King Flip: X is just marking his tree with a thickly covered stream of piss... that's what champions do. I would pay it no mind. Keep doing what you are doing and you will get the chance to shut him up.

Metal Black nods and the two shake hands.

King Flip: I gotta' run. 

Flip slaps Black on the shoulder playfully and then walks off, leaving Metal Black alone in the hallway. She says nothing for a moment and then turns to head to the parking lot area. Walking down the hallway, she reaches a double set of doors. Grabbing the door knob, she pulls them both open..

Xplode emerges from behind the doors... slamming the EWC Championship right into Metal Black's face!!!

Metal Black tumbles to the hallway floor as Xplode rushes to her! Driving his knuckles into her face and forearms, he pummels her for a moment. Xplode then helps Metal Black to her feet and Irish Whips her, face first, into the brick hallway wall! Metal Black bounces off of the wall and lands on her back, a thin stream of blood trickling out of the corners of her mouth. Grabbing his championship belt, Xplode gets down to one knee and brings it to her face.

Xplode: Is this what you want?! DID YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT YOU WOULD GET AWAY WITH TALKING SHIT ABOUT ME?!!

Getting back up, Xplode grabs a nearby chair and positions it across Metal Black's neck! Black struggles to break free but can not as Xplode sits down on the chair and looks at her with a mild interest. Metal Black's face turns red as he speaks once again.

Xplode: This.. is my world. At any time I could get off of my damn throne and stomp your ass out. Remember that. You are nothing but a street walking piece of trash. Every time you step into MY ring, you disgrace this damn promotion. It's time to put an end to that. You said in the newspapers that your door was always open to stepping into the ring with me? Well.. wish granted. Next week, it's you and me. Understand this though.... you have never... NEVER... faced anyone like me. I was born for this shit where you basically tricked your way into getting a contract. Unlike the other fools around here, I don't fight for wins. I fight for keeps... 

In the distance, EWC employees notice the scuffle and yell in Xplode's direction! They rush towards Metal Black and X in an attempt to break up the scuffle!

Xplode: If I were you... I would train your ass off from tomorrow until next week. Wear pads, put on a damn helmet, and learn a kung fu move or two. Showing your tits won't get you a free ride with me. You brought this on yourself..

Xplode tosses the chair away and laughs as Metal Black struggles to breathe once again! Laughing, Xplode scoops up his title belt and walks back into the parking lot. EWC Employees attend to Metal Black and EMT's are called to the area.

The feed... slowly fades out.

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END CREDITS

MATCH WRITERS

MATCH 1 - King Flip
MATCH 2 - King Flip
MATCH 3 - Jon Kellar
MATCH 4 - Nairobi Jordan
MATCH 5 - Metal Black
Match 6 - King Flip
Match 7 - EWC Staff
MAIN EVENT - Jon Kellar

SEGMENTS

Nurse Kinsley
Xplode
Living Dead Karl
Shadow Man
Nairobi Jordan
King Flip

BRAWL VOTERS THIS WEEK

President Mac 
Miss Ronda
Michael Saint

QUICK RE-CAP

SHOW OPENER
SAM ATTIC [n/s] Vs KRUZER  [n/s]
WINNER: Double Loss

MATCH 2
JEZZABEL [n/s] Vs EMMA LOUISE [1RP]
WINNER: Emma Louise

MATCH 3
HARLOW KINSLEY [1RP] Vs SLADE HARDISON [1RP]
WINNER: Harlow Kinsley


MATCH 4
LUCY MIDDLEY [n/s] Vs NATHAN CREED [1RP]
WINNER: Nathan Creed

MATCH 5
NAIROBI JORDAN [1RP] Vs LIVING DEAD KARL [1RP]
WINNER: Living Dead Karl

MATCH 6
RED DRAGON [1RP] Vs METAL BLACK [1RP]
WINNER: Metal Black

MATCH 7
BURIED ALIVE GRUDGE MATCH
BRETT BLACK [1RP] Vs KING FLIP [1RP]
WINNER: Brett Black

MAIN EVENT
JON KELLAR [1RP] Vs ALEX CROSS [1RP]

WINNER: Jon Kellar

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