Post by President Mac on Aug 15, 2016 23:31:58 GMT -6
WARNING:
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #462 | AUGUST 15TH 2016
LIVE! from American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas
EWC BRAWL
August 15th 2016
LIVE! from American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Ace Heart
"Follow" by Breaking Benjamin blasts in the Arena.
The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night Brawls Nineteen year history. From episode 001 in 1997 all the way down to episode 461 last week in Anaheim
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, Latoya Hixx, Uncanny Inferno, Axle Aomori, Bill Bashem, Ashton Drake, Emma Louise, Bob Loblaw, Nurse Kinsley, Vinny Gigante, Sheikh Raslan, Lunatic, Kenneth Williams, Tony Savage, and Mark Storm
This is followed by highlights of showcasing Monday Night Brawl Champions:
Tony Savage, Harlow Kinsley and Xplode
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy in the American Airlines Center 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
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!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
As the camera pans around the arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Aiello: Ladies and Gentleman welcome to the American Airlines Center in Dallas Texas. We are so excited to be here, and the fans are as loud as ever. Man do we have a great show for you all tonight
Bennett: E dub C is what its all about folks. Often imitated but never duplicated, nine-teen years of setting the fucking standard and tonight will be no exception
Carter: It's great to be here in Texas, where we will be staying for the next few weeks as Night of Champions will be in Houston on the 29th of this month ... just two Monday's from now
Aiello: Tonight we see the culmination of the BRAWL tournament that has taken the EWC by storm. It's all any one has been talking about on social media as #BRAWLTournament has been trending for the last six weeks.
Bennett: Morrison, Drake and Gigante all deserve to be in the finals tonight, and all will be revealed here in Dallas. What have they been fighting for? What does the winner get? What's in the cases? All those answers happen tonight
Carter: Ashton Drake has to be the heavy favorite here tonight, he has been damn near unstoppable, some even saying he should get the next crack at the Xplode if Kinsley doesn't get it done at Night of Champions.
Aiello: Ashton has certainly made a name for himself, but he might just have to win the 30 Person Rumble next month in order to fully earn that shot, but you never know. Anything can happen. We don't know what's in those cases, maybe a cash prize or perhaps a shot at the champ
Bennett: Speaking of the Champ, Xplode is on deck tonight facing off against Latoya Hixx. That's all I will say about that.
Girls Just Want to have Fun suddenly blasts over the PA system and the fans get incredible excited to see who is about to come out ... is it ... is it ... is it???!!!!
? No ... it's not Shadow Man, instead someone dressed up as a Giant Taco comes stumbling down the ramp, tripping constantly. The person walks over to Max Carter and hands him a note, then quickly leaves as the music fades
Carter: Um... apparently our first match of the night has it's own sponsor. I'm not supposed to reveal it right now, but I can say... that Taco has absolutely nothing to do wi .... oh ... I just got it ... that's disgusting. Come on ... that's just disgusting ...
Aiello: I have no idea whats going on right now, but lets move on
Bennett: You wanted a fucking kid on this show, this is the kind of shit we have to deal with.
Carter: Oh come on, what does my age have to do with the sponsor for the next match?
Bennett: Shut it kid.
The audience erupts as the arena audio system begins to play! Separate Ways by Journey kicks up and the arena becomes a madhouse! Stepping out from behind the black curtain at the center of the entrance is Ashton Drake! Dressed in his wrestling trunks with a blue hooded sweat shirt, he rushes out to the end of the stage, sending the fans into a frenzy! He has a focused look upon his face as he points out to the fans in attendance. In return, they chant his name… the electricity in the arena beyond compare!
Aiello: There he is.. Ashton Drake! Listen to these fans! I can barely hear myself speak!
Bennett: I don’t blame them, really. I like that kid. He reminds me of the old days when men waged war in that ring, not with their words but with their actions. It feels damn good to see a man like him head out to the ring and do things right for a change.
Aiello: Drake has been on a streak as of late, and the show that he has put on has been impressive to say the least. A former MMA fighter turned EWC Wrestling superstar, he adds a new aspect to the talent that we have in the company.
Bennett: There are others on the roster who also share a background in MMA as well, but I agree with that statement none the less. Drake is a former UFC Lightweight champion, and a former holder of the Japan Kibuto Trophy. He is the real deal.
Aiello: The connection that he has with these fans is the real story here. They see something in him, and it’s becoming increasingly more obvious that this relationship between them is symbiotic. Let’s look to the ring and see what this charismatic star has to say!
The feed switches back to the ring where we see Ashton Drake, his arms held out as the fans continue to cheer him on. Motioning for them to quiet down with one hand, Drake speaks
Drake: Damn… now that is a welcome! HELLO DALLAS! IT’S GREAT TO MEET YOU ALL!
The fans scream loudly, responding with a loud “HOWDY DO!”
Drake: Howdy do… that’s real. Let’s get to the point. You all came here tonight to see the EWC in all of it’s glory, doing what NO other company can do out here. I won’t stand in the way of that though. That being said, the reason that I came out here was to introduce myself to you all… and to address a few comments that were made about me. So, let me find a seat in this ring and then we can chat about it.
The fans cheer as Drake sits on the mat, his legs crossed. He points to his head and chuckles.
Drake: Tonight, I stand in the ring with two individuals who have lasted through the entirety of a tournament that has gone on for weeks now. The three of us will wage war but the beauty of it is.. Two people will win this time around. Apparently there will be two suitcases that will be suspended above the ring. What is inside each one, I have no clue, but the possibilities are fun to think about, right? For me though, this battle goes a little deeper than over a Samsonite Suitcase. You see, I will be getting a little retribution for two wrongs that were aimed me. Basically… Morrison and Gigante are going to get their asses handed to them tonight.
The fans stand up and scream with approval!
Drake: Morrison made a comment in the news last week that I hide behind a computer. I guess I wrote a blog or something? Well, I hate to break the news to her.. Or him… whatever it is… but I didn’t write a blog. As for hiding behind a computer, well, our match tonight will remedy that.. Won’t it? As a matter of fact, what she has done is motivated me to send a clear message to her and all three of her fans that Ashton Drake doesn’t hide from anything. Not today, tomorrow… or ever. If she wants a fight, she has just found one. I won’t be looking to sprint up the ladder and snatch that suitcase as fast as I can… oh no. I am looking to inflict a serious degree of pain upon her. Her opinion matters to me. I can’t have her thinking that I am a coward right? So.. It’s hammer time.
The fans cheer and stomp their feet. Drake smiles and stands back up.
Drake: Gigante hit me where it counts though. He made comments about my late wife and son. He even claimed to catch the person who was responsible for killing them due to drunk driving….
Drake says nothing for a moment, his facial features shifting to a cold… dark.. demeanor. With his eyes clouding over, he paces the ring and finally speaks.
Drake: Yeah.. Not cool. He made this personal. I am not walking out to that ring to play mobsters tonight. No, this one is going to be different. You see, the person who hit my family is out there, but he didn’t find him. One day, I will face that man and fate will decide what happens from there. Drunk Driving is crime, and I urge all of you to be responsible when faced with that choice. It’s not a damn joke. Gigante went there.. And so will I. Basically, I am going to snap some bones tonight.
Tonight, we take back this company, folks. Tonight, we bring the EWC back into an age where gimmicks don’t belong. Tonight, we get the damn job done with hard work, skill, and heart. I can’t do this without all of you. So lend me your energy as we head into war. Believe in me, and I won’t let any of you down. It’s not Ashton Drake’s time… it’s the EWC’S TIME! Let’s make a damn statement to the front office that we demand better in this ring. We are the future.
Drake tosses the microphone over his shoulder and ascends a turnbuckle, his theme song playing once again. The fans stand up and cheer as he shouts out to them, pointing in their direction as they speak to one another. He hops down shortly after and rolls out of the ring, slapping the hands that reach out to him. Drake then walks backstage, fading out of view.
Aiello: That man.. Is amazing. I think I may be a fan too.
Bennett: It’s like I said. This company was built by some of the greatest athletes of all time in our industry. Some would say that we lost that when we entered the Xplode era of the company. Drake is a step in the right direction.
Carter: We'll be back after these messages from EWCTV
Bennett: E dub C is what its all about folks. Often imitated but never duplicated, nine-teen years of setting the fucking standard and tonight will be no exception
Carter: It's great to be here in Texas, where we will be staying for the next few weeks as Night of Champions will be in Houston on the 29th of this month ... just two Monday's from now
Aiello: Tonight we see the culmination of the BRAWL tournament that has taken the EWC by storm. It's all any one has been talking about on social media as #BRAWLTournament has been trending for the last six weeks.
Bennett: Morrison, Drake and Gigante all deserve to be in the finals tonight, and all will be revealed here in Dallas. What have they been fighting for? What does the winner get? What's in the cases? All those answers happen tonight
Carter: Ashton Drake has to be the heavy favorite here tonight, he has been damn near unstoppable, some even saying he should get the next crack at the Xplode if Kinsley doesn't get it done at Night of Champions.
Aiello: Ashton has certainly made a name for himself, but he might just have to win the 30 Person Rumble next month in order to fully earn that shot, but you never know. Anything can happen. We don't know what's in those cases, maybe a cash prize or perhaps a shot at the champ
Bennett: Speaking of the Champ, Xplode is on deck tonight facing off against Latoya Hixx. That's all I will say about that.
Girls Just Want to have Fun suddenly blasts over the PA system and the fans get incredible excited to see who is about to come out ... is it ... is it ... is it???!!!!
? No ... it's not Shadow Man, instead someone dressed up as a Giant Taco comes stumbling down the ramp, tripping constantly. The person walks over to Max Carter and hands him a note, then quickly leaves as the music fadesCarter: Um... apparently our first match of the night has it's own sponsor. I'm not supposed to reveal it right now, but I can say... that Taco has absolutely nothing to do wi .... oh ... I just got it ... that's disgusting. Come on ... that's just disgusting ...
Aiello: I have no idea whats going on right now, but lets move on
Bennett: You wanted a fucking kid on this show, this is the kind of shit we have to deal with.
Carter: Oh come on, what does my age have to do with the sponsor for the next match?
Bennett: Shut it kid.
The audience erupts as the arena audio system begins to play! Separate Ways by Journey kicks up and the arena becomes a madhouse! Stepping out from behind the black curtain at the center of the entrance is Ashton Drake! Dressed in his wrestling trunks with a blue hooded sweat shirt, he rushes out to the end of the stage, sending the fans into a frenzy! He has a focused look upon his face as he points out to the fans in attendance. In return, they chant his name… the electricity in the arena beyond compare!
Aiello: There he is.. Ashton Drake! Listen to these fans! I can barely hear myself speak!
Bennett: I don’t blame them, really. I like that kid. He reminds me of the old days when men waged war in that ring, not with their words but with their actions. It feels damn good to see a man like him head out to the ring and do things right for a change.
Aiello: Drake has been on a streak as of late, and the show that he has put on has been impressive to say the least. A former MMA fighter turned EWC Wrestling superstar, he adds a new aspect to the talent that we have in the company.
Bennett: There are others on the roster who also share a background in MMA as well, but I agree with that statement none the less. Drake is a former UFC Lightweight champion, and a former holder of the Japan Kibuto Trophy. He is the real deal.
Aiello: The connection that he has with these fans is the real story here. They see something in him, and it’s becoming increasingly more obvious that this relationship between them is symbiotic. Let’s look to the ring and see what this charismatic star has to say!
The feed switches back to the ring where we see Ashton Drake, his arms held out as the fans continue to cheer him on. Motioning for them to quiet down with one hand, Drake speaks
Drake: Damn… now that is a welcome! HELLO DALLAS! IT’S GREAT TO MEET YOU ALL!
The fans scream loudly, responding with a loud “HOWDY DO!”
Drake: Howdy do… that’s real. Let’s get to the point. You all came here tonight to see the EWC in all of it’s glory, doing what NO other company can do out here. I won’t stand in the way of that though. That being said, the reason that I came out here was to introduce myself to you all… and to address a few comments that were made about me. So, let me find a seat in this ring and then we can chat about it.
The fans cheer as Drake sits on the mat, his legs crossed. He points to his head and chuckles.
Drake: Tonight, I stand in the ring with two individuals who have lasted through the entirety of a tournament that has gone on for weeks now. The three of us will wage war but the beauty of it is.. Two people will win this time around. Apparently there will be two suitcases that will be suspended above the ring. What is inside each one, I have no clue, but the possibilities are fun to think about, right? For me though, this battle goes a little deeper than over a Samsonite Suitcase. You see, I will be getting a little retribution for two wrongs that were aimed me. Basically… Morrison and Gigante are going to get their asses handed to them tonight.
The fans stand up and scream with approval!
Drake: Morrison made a comment in the news last week that I hide behind a computer. I guess I wrote a blog or something? Well, I hate to break the news to her.. Or him… whatever it is… but I didn’t write a blog. As for hiding behind a computer, well, our match tonight will remedy that.. Won’t it? As a matter of fact, what she has done is motivated me to send a clear message to her and all three of her fans that Ashton Drake doesn’t hide from anything. Not today, tomorrow… or ever. If she wants a fight, she has just found one. I won’t be looking to sprint up the ladder and snatch that suitcase as fast as I can… oh no. I am looking to inflict a serious degree of pain upon her. Her opinion matters to me. I can’t have her thinking that I am a coward right? So.. It’s hammer time.
The fans cheer and stomp their feet. Drake smiles and stands back up.
Drake: Gigante hit me where it counts though. He made comments about my late wife and son. He even claimed to catch the person who was responsible for killing them due to drunk driving….
Drake says nothing for a moment, his facial features shifting to a cold… dark.. demeanor. With his eyes clouding over, he paces the ring and finally speaks.
Drake: Yeah.. Not cool. He made this personal. I am not walking out to that ring to play mobsters tonight. No, this one is going to be different. You see, the person who hit my family is out there, but he didn’t find him. One day, I will face that man and fate will decide what happens from there. Drunk Driving is crime, and I urge all of you to be responsible when faced with that choice. It’s not a damn joke. Gigante went there.. And so will I. Basically, I am going to snap some bones tonight.
Tonight, we take back this company, folks. Tonight, we bring the EWC back into an age where gimmicks don’t belong. Tonight, we get the damn job done with hard work, skill, and heart. I can’t do this without all of you. So lend me your energy as we head into war. Believe in me, and I won’t let any of you down. It’s not Ashton Drake’s time… it’s the EWC’S TIME! Let’s make a damn statement to the front office that we demand better in this ring. We are the future.
Drake tosses the microphone over his shoulder and ascends a turnbuckle, his theme song playing once again. The fans stand up and cheer as he shouts out to them, pointing in their direction as they speak to one another. He hops down shortly after and rolls out of the ring, slapping the hands that reach out to him. Drake then walks backstage, fading out of view.
Aiello: That man.. Is amazing. I think I may be a fan too.
Bennett: It’s like I said. This company was built by some of the greatest athletes of all time in our industry. Some would say that we lost that when we entered the Xplode era of the company. Drake is a step in the right direction.
Carter: We'll be back after these messages from EWCTV
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BACKSTAGE
Ace: Hello Ladies and Gentleman, I'm Ace Heart and with me tonight is a lady ready to make her debut. Polly Pocket, welcome to the EWC.
The Gorgeous Graceling sports the biggest, most infectious grin ever seen. Even the coldest heart would be moved to warmth by the sight of it. Polly jumps up and down excitedly, clapping her little hands together super-rapidly. On the spot, she cocks her head back and belts out a little tune.
Polly: I'M SOO EXCITED... I JUST CAN'T HIDE IT... I'M BOUT BOUT BOUT BOUT TO LOSE CONTROL AND I THINK I LIKE IT!!!
Ace nods his head and gives her a little clap with chuckling to himself.
Ace: Tonight you have a very tough opponent in Emma Louise, how do you plan on handling not only the pressure of a debut, but going up against someone as tough as Emma?
Polly stops moving so much and doubles up her fists but still sports a big grin. She bounces a little in place.
Polly: Ace, I beat Deathfang the black dragon with nothing more than a sling and ten pellets. I felled Tremko the hybrid Ogre with pocket glitter to the eyes and the Fist of the Fae! The pressure of those encounters have prepared me for tonight. I will be surrounded by the goodlings in the stands. They are my peoples, especially the younglings. I will feel at home. As for Emma, she is tough but I'm going to fight my heart out. I will use speed and flight to overwhelm her. Verily! I will look her in the eye and try my darndest to fell her. Win, lose, or draw I will shake her hand afterward and help her with her rent because the Oracle spoke of her having problems with paying it.
Suddenly the two are surrounded in a green fog with glitter and after it disappears there stands her manager Peter, dressed in his usual one piece green skirt-dress combination. The two embrace and start giggling and bouncing up and down in place.
Peter: OH my oh my hello Mr. Ace. Sorry to barge in but Polly and I must make haste to discuss strategy. Stay cute, darling.
Peter strokes Ace's chin and the pair skip away hand in hand.
Ace: Um... Joe?
NON TITLE - NO DQ MATCH
LATOYA HIXX
Vs XPLODE
LATOYA HIXX
Vs XPLODE
Aiello: I'm not sure what happened either Ace, but thanks for that interview. We are now about ready for our first match of the light, Latoya Hixx and our Undisputed EWC Champion, Mr Jaden Xplode Hunter!
Bennett: The Champ had some strong words for Hixx last week on BRAWL and really did a number on both her and Kinsley. The X-Division Champ is suspiciously not booked here tonight, and has not been heard from since last week. I hope to see some sort of retaliation, otherwise why the hell is Xplode wasting his time and talent on Hixx?
Carter: Xplode said this match will be over in under a minute ... lets see if the Champ can stick true to his word. I'm expecting Hixx to make the most of this opportunity, but lets face it, she isn't in the same league as Xplode right now.
Stroup: Our first match of the evening is a non title, no disqualification match. Meaning, anything goes and is allowed. The only rule, there are no rules
Fans begin to chant:
EWC
EWC
EWC
Stroup: Coming out first, from Boston Massachusetts ... The First Lady of Hardcore ... Latoya Hixx
Sky's the Limit by CFO$ hits the PA and out comes Latoya Hixx. Latoya comes out in her bling coat and is wearing her white Sunglasses then poses on the stage before she walks down the ramp, hops on the ropes and shows her Boss Brass Knuckles. She then gets in the ring in takes off her gear ... and she waits for Xplode
Aiello: She looks confident
Bennett: She wears Sunglasses, at night, in doors. Fuck off with confidence. It's idiotic
Carter: It works for Corey Heart ... and my Dad
Bennett: My point exactly. Idiotic.
“The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play! The crowd stands up to their feet as the arena lights fade to a crimson red! The arena starts to shake due to the responses from the fans as Jessica Stroup raises a microphone to her lips:
Jessica Stroup: And her opponent ... from San Francisco California, Please welcome, the Undisputed EWC World Champion... the Destroyer of Worlds.. XPLODE!!!
The crowd continues to shout loudly as a fog machine covers the entrance. Flames erupt from each side of the stage. Stepping out into view, Xplode looks out at the fans with a smirk on his face. He looks ripped, sweat dripping down the sides of his forehead. The EWC Title is buckled around his waist, sparkling under the arena lights. His hands are heavily taped and a thick knee brace is buckled over his right knee.
Walking to the ramp, he proceeds down to the ring. Behind him, above the stage, a zoomed in image of his determined face is highlighted within a red spotlight. He keeps his eyes on the ring in the distance as he walks down the ramp way. Fans reach out to touch him as he continues forward, ignoring their gestures. Once at ringside, Xplode glances once more at the fans nearby before stepping up on the ring apron. He then turns to face the fans, his face without any emotion. Slowly, Xplode removes the EWC Title from around his waist and proceeds to raise it over his head, causing a thunderous response from the fans!
Xplode enters the ring. As camera flashes reflect from off of his large upper torso, Xplode stares at the championship belt one more time before handing it to a ring official at ringside. He then tugs on the top rope twice and cracks his neck, turning to face the referee.
Aiello: Both competitors are now in the ring. Xplode looks as tough as ever, and as focused as he always seems to be
Bennett: You have to respect Xplode, the guy brings it no matter who he is facing. It could be Main Event, Title, Non-Title, Pay-per-view or opening match of the night. The guy brings it to every match. That's the mark of a true champion. He's an example for that entire locker-room, BRAWL, RAMPAGE and FSW. Take notice. This is how you compete. Too many Sons of Bitches out there who don't give 100% each time ... makes me want to lace the boots back up and stomp the shit out of them. Assholes. Primadonnas. Shit.
Carter: That rant is brought you by Stay Free Maxi Pads! When you have your monthly boo-boo, pull one of these near your hoo-hoo! Stay Free Maxi Pads!
Bennett: Boy ... What in the actual Fuc..
DING DING DING
The bell sounds and both Xplode & Hixx leave there perspective corners and meet in the middle of the ring. Circling each other.
Xplode motions to Hixx to bring it on ... Hixx adjusts the brass knuckles on her right hand and charges towards Xplode ... but Xplode moves out of the way and Hixx runs past him like a bull chasing red. Xplode laughs to himself, stands in the middle of the ring and motions to Hixx one more time
Aiello: He's taunting her and it's working
Bennett: Hixx has no composure at all here .. Xplode is just playing with her. All this talk from Hixx and no follow up. Come on woman, you have this spot, you are fighting the champ, make the most of it. Hit him you son of a bitch
Carter: Stay Free Maxi Pads! It's the downstairs hatch, for your baby hatch! Stay Free Maxi Pads!
Hixx slowly makes her way towards Xplode, her arms raised in a boxing stance, Xplode laughs again but is caught with a surprise right hook from Hixx!
Aiello: Oh she got him, and she got him good ... brass knuckles and all
Bennett: She drew first blood ... good on you Hixx, but her night is done now. Now way Xplode lets her get a way with that one.
Xplode spits out a small amount of blood, smiles and encourages the fans to clap for Hixx. A few thousand clap for her, which causes Hixx to smile but Xplode kicks her hard in the stomach. Hixx bowls over in pain and here comes The Drop Zone!
Carter: Oh look out, here comes the finisher
Aiello: BAMN!
Hixx goes face first hard into the mat, Xplode turns her over and goes for the cover. Paul Turner drops and starts the count
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DING DING DING
Stroup: The winner by pinfall ... the Destroyer of Worlds ... The Undisputed EWC Champion ... XPLODE!
Xplode spits down at Hixx as his arms are raised in victory. The EWC Championship returns to him and he raises it high in the air
Aiello: For those keeping time at home, 49 seconds was the total time of this match. Under a minute just like the champ said it would be.
Bennett: She just wasn't ready. Folks, and this goes especially to the BRAWL, Rampage and FSW Rosters .. when you are given a gift, like facing the EWC Champion ... something inside you needs to realize the opportunity at hand, and you need to step up. Whatever the usual is for you, take it up five notches. Give it everything. Don't be the same old same old son of a bitch and come out here with a piss poor effort like this. It's the fucking EWC Champion, be prepared, be ready. Hixx wasn't ready.
Carter: Hey, you know what's always ready, though? Stay Free Maxi Pads! I see London, I see China... I see one very happy vagina! Stay Free Maxi Pads!
Aiello: Folks ... we'll be right back with our next match right after these messages ... from what I assume might be Stay Free Maxi Pads?
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Cameras return to the backstage portion of the American Airlines Center. An explosive crowd can be heard roaring as Monday Night Brawl continues to power along. Ace Heart stands in a expensive new suit holding a microphone, and looks directly into the cameras. A large pop from audience sounds once the cameras pan out revealing more than just the mustache wearing interviewer. "The Anti-Starlet" Alexis Morrison is there with him dressed in her wrestling attire and has an Official 'Anti-Starlet: Dare to be Strong' shirt. Her arms crossed.
Ace: I am backstage with Alexis Morrison who is off to a solid start on BRAWL. Alexis, what made you leave Friday Night Rampage for Monday Night BRAWL?
Ace Heart looks at Alexis as the cameras turns to the Anti-Starlet. He firmly holds the microphone to close to her waiting for an response. Her eyes focus on him. Morrison unhooks her arms from each other allowing them to fall beside each other and only lifts one hand in a pointed gesture. She blinks once, then answers him.
ALEXIS MORRISON: “First, Ace. Allow me to set the record straight for those who might have missed my first appearance on Monday Night Brawl four weeks ago. I didn't leave Rampage. My contract had expired. Of course, Michael Saint tried his best to reach a new agreement. I refused. I couldn't work for someone that openly lashes out childishly toward their superstars like what happened to my friend, Griffin Hawkins. What he did was immature, and highly unprofessional. This is wrestling, not some playground. Wouldn't you do the same? Wouldn't you not want to work for someone who's power hungry, and not to mention a complete dick?”
Ace: Sounds like you had some personal issues.
Heart said. She curled her lips into a smirk. Tossing her hair and adjusting her stance to shifting weight from one leg over to the other. There appears a twinkle in the superstar's emerald eyes.
ALEXIS MORRISON: “You could say that. So anyway, President Mac saw my interest for professionalism and knew I didn't want to leave the company right and then and there. Next thing you know, I'm looking at a contract to join Monday Night Brawl sitting on my kitchen counter going over it with my lawyers. Now I signed the dotted line. True. I could have stayed on Friday Night Rampage. If I was lucky enough I might be looking at a second United States Championship reign. However, it was time for me to move on with less consider is my general manager going to screw me like so many others. That would have ended badly for him, if Michael Saint did something like that. President Mac doesn't seem like the type of guy to do that kind of behavior. He understands the value of everyone in the back no matter who they are. I admire that. However, I do wish everyone over there from Shelley Silver to Griffin Hawkins luck in turning Friday Nights into something worth respect.”
Ace: Moving along. Later tonight, you face off against Vinny Gigante and Ashton Drake, two people who have proven to be very tough competitors. Ashton hasn't lost yet and Vinny seems to improve each time he's out there. How do you plan to outlast one or both here tonight? Do you have a strategy?
Alexis takes a moment to think.
ALEXIS MORRISON: “That seems to be the question of the night, huh? How am I going to manage to walk out of Dallas with at the least holding one of those briefcases? It's all over social media. It's being talked about amongst friends throughout the world. Without a doubt, I feel that Ashton Drake and Vinny Gigante are some of the top talent you will see on Monday Nights. I'm not going to stand here and dispute that. I know what they are capable of inside the ring, I've studied them. Not to mention, they're both new and hungry thinking this type of thing could push them into a whole level than when they walked out here with. I've been there. I felt what that was like a year ago when I first burst into the scene here. I was a virtual nobody until opportunities like the King of the Cage happened and then, the battle royal happened to name a contender for the US Title.”
The Anti-Starlet turns to the camera. Looking directly into the lens as if talking to the EWC Universe when she was speaking. Both hands reach her chest as she talks.
ALEXIS MORRISON: “However, that was months ago. Things change all the time in Extreme Wrestling Corporation, and myself, I have changed along with the company. This isn't what I did in my past but you can't deny I do have my experience in this type of matches. This is redemption for me. I lost the United States Championship in one of these matches. I know what is in store for my body. If Vinny Gigante and Ashton Drake think I'm going to let this opportunity slip like I did my championship. They clearly didn't do enough research to know who I am. These matches are all about pacing your actions. Thinking smart. Risk your body only when there is no other option on the table, and it's between you or other guy. Don't put yourself in harm's way just to pay for things later on in the form of an injury that you can't climb that ladder. That's what cost victories. Do I have a plan? Yeah. I'm going to survive. Like you said, I don't have to outlast them both. Just one.”
After that was said, the Anti-Starlet puts one hand on Ace Heart's shoulder looking back at him. He seems a little cautiously being caught by surprise, but Alexis gives him a sign of relief. She flashes a warm smile, and gives one strong nod. Before long the woman pats his back and proceeds to toward the locker rooms. Cameras begin to fade out at this point, leaving Ace Heart alone standing in the halls of the American Airline Center.
Ace: Back to you guys.
BOB LOBLAW
Vs KENNETH WILLIAMS
Aiello: Thanks Ace. Welcome back to ringside ladies and gentleman. Those were some interesting comments from Alexis Morrison. That Main Event is going to be something special that's for sure. Up next, we have the return of Bob Loblaw with hopefully no other sponsor surprises.Vs KENNETH WILLIAMS
Jessica: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...Bob Loblaw!
Born in the USA begins to play and out walks Bob Loblaw. As he makes his way down the ramp, he hands out business cards to the fans for his Law Firm. He also throws out a few shirts for his "Bob Loblaw Law Blog" promotions. He then enters the ring and removes his blazer and tie.
Jessica: And his opponent...Kenneth Williams!
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The lights in the arena begin to dim as the countdown ends and the X-treme Tron springs into life with a shot of “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth Williams giving the camera a few playful winks.
The fans jump straight to their feet in cheer as "Shadowboxin" by the GZA & Method Man begins to play through the PA speakers. The familiar adlibs of Method Man accompanying the vinyl scratches of the classic "Shaolin vs. Lama" Kung-Fu movie echo throughout the arena as Kenneth Williams steps out onto the ramp.
Fire and pyro began shooting out of the stage as Kenny stands at the ramp with a playful grin as he stands at a military rest with his head cocked to the side before taking off in a full sprint to the ring, making sure to slap hands of the fans on his way. He hops onto the outside of the turnbuckle before looking out into the crowd and delivering a vicious dab with a look of disgust on his face. He hops into the ring and prepares in his corner.
DING DING DING
The bell rings, and Kenneth and Bob lock up with Bob taking charge early with a standing wrist-lock. Kenneth slaps at his shoulder a bit and then ducks under, reversing into a hammerlock. He wrenches on the hold a bit before Bob drops down with a drop toe-hold, floating over into a side headlock. Kenneth struggles a bit and eventually pulls himself free, reapplying the hammerlock, keeping Bob held face down on the grond. Bob fights it, eventually struggling back to a vertical base and then drops quickly, taking Kenneth over with a snapmare. The two stand up, getting polite applause for their technical skill.
Aiello: Both men technically sound in this match, this could be a mat-wrestling clinic!”
They go for the tie-up again, but Kenneth quickly takes control with a wrist-lock of his own, only he immediately chomps down on Bob’s fingers, biting them savagely!
Carter: Oh, yes, technical wrestling at its best right there.
Bob manages to free himself, pulling Kenneth’s hair and throwing him to the mat. Kenneth rolls to his feet as Bob grips at his fingers in pain. Kenneth measures him up and, as Bob turns back to him, connects with a BEAUTIFUL Northern Lights suplex, briding for the pin!
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Aiello: Bob kicks out but Kenneth stays right on him with that reverse chinlock!”
Bennett: “Kenneth loves to inflict pain, Aiello. Some men just like to watch the world burn.”
Kenneth wrenches back with the chinlock, but Bob is eventually able to make it back up to his feet. He steps inside, turning it into more of a side-headlock and then hoists Kenneth up, DRIVING him to the mat with a back suplex. In one fluid motion, Bob rolls to his feet and leaps, connecting with a VICIOUS double-stomp right to Kenneth’s chest! Mike Bob approves, as do a portion of the fans! Bob with the cover!
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Aiello: Looked like Kenneth may have had the wind knocked out of him there but he’s still in this match!”
Carter: “He’s tougher than he looks, Aiello. It’s almost magical, really.
Bob pulls Kenneth to his feet only to plant him back down with a snap swinging neck-breaker. He pops up and immediately hits a springboard moonsault from the middle rope! Cover again!
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Aiello: Near fall again! Kenneth refusing to stay down! Bob is getting frustrated as his brother shouts direction from outside the ring!
Bob pulls Kenneth up, hooBob him up into a cruicifix hold.
Bennett: Bob may be looking for a crucifix powerbomb here, approaching the corner!
Kenneth is able to fight free, dropping back to the mat before Bob can throw him. Robbie quickly turns around but Kenneth is already in the air, connecting flush with a spinning heel kick! Both men get back to their feet, Bob still doubled over and dazed and Kenneth quickly runs to the corner, up to the second turnbuckle, leaping off and connecting with a foot-stop to Bob’s back!
Bennett: Like a mule kick there!
Aiello: Kenneth with the pin!
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Aiello: And Kenneth now getting frustrated!
Bennett: He thought he had him with that one, Aiello, but Bob is intent on freaking with his mind!
Bob is slow to recover and Kenneth sizes him up, charging him and connecting with a sick sounding soccerball kick right to the back! He drops back down and back into the reverse chinlock, gripping Bob tightly as he growls in pain. He keeps the hold cinched in, but Mike Bob and the fans at ringside begin clapping to will him back into the contest. Robbie eventually fights back to his feet and begins fighting out of the hold with some back elbows to the midsection. He fights out and goes for the Irish whip, which is reversed! Kenneth ducks his head for the shoulder throw but Bob catches him off-guard with a running knee-lift followed by a neckbreaker!
Aiello: Big time move by Loblaw there
Carter: The cover!
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Aiello: Still not through!
Bennett: What sorcery is this, Aiello!?
Aiello: Bob pulls Kenneth off the mat...Kenneth looks out on his feet after that! Here’s the fireman’s carry...Bob with the roll...springs off the rope for LobLaw Out!
Carter: Kenneth with the knees up!
Aiello: Bob landed on his feet though! He’s got Kenneth’s legs! Figure four attempt!
Bennett: Inside cradle by Kenneth!
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Stroup: Winner of this match ... Kenneth Williams
Kenneth makes his way to his feet as Paul Turner holds his arm in victory. Bob remains laying on the mat, breathing heavily and disappointed.
Aiello: Excellent showing from both men, but Ken had the edge here and proved to be the better man. Ken did just enough for the victory, and hopefully this sends him back in the right direction after getting knocked out of the tournament. We'll be back after these messages folks
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
Ace: Welcome back to BRAWL, I'm standing here next to Vinny 'The Chin' Gigante. Vinny, you have proved to be an outstanding fighter, with amazing endurance and abilities. What makes you motivated to win each night?
Vinny: I'm gonna tell you one more time, Ace. Don't ever call me that again. Motivation is a crutch that losers use when it's time to make excuses. Next question.
Ace: Morrison and Drake both stand between you and one or both of those briefcases, what will it take to beat them?
Vinny: Jesus, Ace, you're just a regular Walter Cronkite, ain't ya? A real freakin' Captain Obvious ova' here. The only thing I need to do to win is let these animals tear each other apart and standby for the right opportunity. There ain't nothing in them briefcases I can't get my hands on one way or another anyway, ya know what I'm sayin' Ace? You think I'm going to go out there and get injured for some frikken golden ticket? You see this area we're in now? I got scalpers on the street hawking tickets that I already made a percentage on to begin with. You follow me?
Ace: Drake hasn't lost yet, how does that factor into how you prepare for this match?
Vinny: You frikken kidding me? He lost at life when he watched his wife and son die on that expressway somewheres out in the sticks or whatever. By the way, funny how it all comes together ya know? You talk about preparations, I mention something about out in the sticks...let's just say some friends of ours went and dug a hole, capiche? Now I'm going to go out there and stick his mangey sorry excuse for a man in it.
Ace: I think I get the picture, any idea what's in the briefcases?
Vinny: A man like me doesn't afford the time to guess. In fact, I was hoping you could help me out with that. Luca, Carlo, Frankie, take a walk with my buddy Ace here, he goes ways back with the EWC, maybe he can use a little convincing to forego a little information....Ace, how much they paying you to do this little gig, eh?
Carlo, Luca, and Frankie approach Ace and start shoving him off camera....
Ace: Umm, guys let's go ahead and cut.....back to the action! I swear I don't know what's in them, trust me fellas.
POLLY POCKET
Vs EMMA LOUISE
Vs EMMA LOUISE
Aiello: Thanks Ace! Welcome back to action friends. What a Monday Night Brawl it has been so far. The fans here in Dallas have loved every moment of action. We just heard from Vinny Gigante which now completes the messages from all three opponents in tonights Main Event. They have certainly built up that match, and we are very eager to see not only who wins, but what they will be winning. First, we have a debut on our hands. Lets get to the action
Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for a one fall! Introducing first..
43 seconds into Aqua's "Barbie Girl Orchestra Remix" Polly Pocket comes fairy skipping into view. The fans cheer the Tiny Tornado as she makes her way down the ramp dressed in her blue and silver glittery tight-tight short shorts and matching top, with tutu around her waist. She is also sporting white wrestling boots with silver glitter all over them.
Jessica Stroup: From the Fae Realm, East of the River Bliss, weighing in a one hundred and ten pounds... POLLY POCKET!
Polly tags hands and does a few little cute cursy bows to the masses before stopping at ringside and raising her wand in the air. She presses a button and out shoots a bunch of glitter that wafts through the air and onto the fans. She skips around the ring tagging hands and hugging fans before finally sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and popping to her vertical base.
Aiello: Dynamite comes in small packages. That could best be said of Polly Pocket. Though small, she is fierce, fit, and talented. She's been in this industry for one year now and from what we've seen in tapes, this woman is a very talented individual. She's got what it takes to hang round here, from what we've seen!
Bennett: That's from what we've seen Joey. I mean yeah, she looks pretty impressive but this is a whole other level from what she's become accustomed to. This is Extreme Wrestling Corporation dammit! The best promotion there is, the best promotion there was and the best promotion there ever will be!
Carter: I've gotta agree with Bennett this time round. This is a totally different place to what she's accustomed to, this is the best that the wrestling industry has to offer, the top of the top, the creme de la creme. But I do hope that she lives up to the expectations!
Polly takes to the center of the ring as her name is officially announced, and rips off her tutu to show that magnificently built lower body. She then retreats to her corner.
Aiello: Well, she's not going to have an easy debut against Emma Louise, who was very impressive in her match last week against The Uncanny Inferno, managing to pick up a victory.
Bennett: But if she's as good as everyone raves she is, then she'll have no damn problem!
Carter: Emma Louise is no easy task, that's for sure.
"This Little Girl" by Cady Groves plays and Emma steps through the curtain.
Jessica Stroup: And her opponent, from London England weighing several pounds of girly goodness.. EMMA LOUISE!
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 suggestively over the top rope.
Aiello: Emma Louise looking fine as ever. She's really come into her own lately and it's refreshing to see some of the older guards step up to the plate with the out goings there have been recently.
Bennett: A lot of people have left us Joey but that's not always a bad thing as you just said, it also provides the likes of Emma Louise a platform to step up and fill the void if you will.
Carter: And some of the names that have left us have been big, but we just seem to be getting bigger and better. With the addition of Polly Pocket and with Emma Louise upping her game, the EWC is looking better than ever!
DING DING DING!
The two competitors circle the ring before coming to the centre and locking horns in the centre of the ring with Emma Louise taking the early advantage and pushing Polly back to the corner where she releases her from the collar to elbow before going from 0 to 100 with an abundance of strikes landing. She looks for an Irish whip to the opposite corner but Polly reverses and sends Emma to the corner, Polly then runs at her looking for a spear in the corner but Emma uses the ropes to propel herself upwards and roll onto the back of Polly and come out the other side unharmed.
She then forward rolls and gets to her feet and turns to Polly in a low stance with Polly running at her Emma looks for a lariat but Polly quickly manages to roll underneath her arm, getting to her feet and remaining stagnant and the audience applaud the two for their quick sequence. The two engage with another collar to elbow tie up with Emma once again getting the upper hand and pushing Polly back into the ropes, she Irish whips but Polly reverses, Emma comes off of the ropes and ducks underneath Polly's arm, sliding on her knee's and quickly gets around her, running to the same ropes but Polly leapfrogs over her when she returns, Polly then runs to the ropes herself comes back and his Emma with a low drop kick to the knee's.
Emma back into the ropes and Polly follows, clubbing her round the back of the head with forearm strike after forearm strike, before leveling her up and connecting with her face with forearms, followed by elbows, followed by a chop to the chest followed by a stiff kick to the knee. Emma is now in the corner and Polly sends a boot right into the mid section where it hurts, backing away and running her fingers through her hair before turning her attention back on her. Running towards her and hitting her with a drop kick in the corner.
Aiello: EXPLOSIVE START FROM BOTH OF THESE COMPETITORS!
Carter: Those kicks from Polly Pocket are insane Joey, I wouldn't want to be on the end of them and what a drop kick to the corner, you could feel the impact, it sent shock waves through the arena.
Bennett: Alright alright, I'll give it to her, she's got one hell of a kick.
Polly grabs Emma and helps her back onto her feet, locking her in a wrist lock and Emma walks around with the hold intact, grabbing the ropes with one hand and front flipping forward and in turn reverses the hold, wrenching the arm of Polly round. Polly lands an elbow to the face and Emma releases the hold, she grabs her by her arm and Irish whips, she bends down but when Emma returns she manages to roll on the back of Polly, turning her around and performing an arm drag. The two are back up, Polly looks for a lariat, Emma rolls underneath and lands a backflip kick on Polly. The two are back up and Emma hits the ropes and performs a hurricanrana on Polly. And they're back up and this time Emma lands a drop kick to the chest of Polly. Emma gets to her feet and plays to the audience with a cheeky grin on her face. She then covers..
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Grabbing her by her hair, Emma brings Polly to the centre of the ring where she delivers a quick snap suplex before keeping Polly grounded, turning her round and locking her in a camel clutch submission, nodding her head as the audience applaud her. Polly manages to get to the ropes and Emma releases the hold, picking Polly up and hitting her with an uppercut. She looks for an Irish whip but Polly hooks one arm on the ropes and stands her ground, not allowing Emma to do anything. Emma then lets go of her and hits her with a right hand to the jaw. She backs away in pain from the shot she just delivered, she turns back and now goes for the Irish whip but Polly reverses, Emma reaches the ropes and handsprings her back onto it but Polly is quickly over, and as the back of Emma hits the ropes, Polly slides across the canvas and throws an arm to the mid section of Emma.
She then slides underneath the bottom rope and is now outside the ring whilst Emma is inside, she grabs onto her head and drags her halfway out of the ring in a DDT position. She smirks as she looks around her surrounding, shrugging her shoulders before hitting a DDT on the outside to Emma! The audience react with a pop as she rises to her feet. She slides back into the ring and looks at the ropes before looking at the audience whilst Emma Louise gradually makes it to her feet, and suddenly she's off running, bouncing off of the set of ropes and running towards Emma Louise, suicide dive through the middle ropes and landing on Emma on the outside.
Aiello: SUICIDE DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE BY POLLY POCKET! These two are going above and beyond to put on a show tonight, what a match up this has been thus far with quick exchanges with a lot of impact moves.
Carter: Emma Louise has been bringing it these past few weeks and she isn't letting up tonight but Polly is trying to make a good impression, her awareness to see that Emma was going to handsprings onto the ropes was amazing, to get there quick enough and stop her from picking up some momentum was insane. And then that DDT to the outside.. God, that could give any man, any woman a concussion! And then that suicide dive... oh boy, you can tell that she belongs here in the E!
Bennett: Alright, alright.. this kid is pretty impressive!
Picking her up she rolls her into the ring before joining her and goes for the pin.
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The audience applaud Polly for her effort as she plays to the audience. Emma's back on her feet and is groggy as she heads towards Polly, all of a sudden gaining consciousness and slapping Polly across the chest and the two exchange slaps from chest to chest before face to face. Polly then sends her knee almost through Emma which forces her to hit the canvas. She picks her up but Emma is quick with a reply, a kick to the gut. A forearm to the head follows but Polly connects with an elbow to the mid section, she looks for an Irish whip to the corner, Emma reverses. Emma runs towards Polly but Polly is able to perform a drop toe hold so that Emma falls onto one of the buckles in the corner. Emma is now in a seated position in the corner and Polly hits the ropes, coming back and performs a broncobuster on Emma in the corner!
Aiello: Polly Pocket with the broncobuster to Emma Louise!
She then goes for the cover...
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Carter: What a match up this has been, these two are giving it there all!
Polly gets to her feet and signals the end of this match to the audience's delight.
Emma Louise gradually get's to hers and Polly is eying her up, backing away before turning to climb up onto the top rope.
She waits, and she waits.. leaping off of the top rope!
AND SHE CONNECTS WITH THE SUPERMAN PUNCH!
Aiello: FIST OF FATE BY POLLY POCKET!
She covers!
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DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THE MATCH.. POLLY POCKET!
Polly springs to her feet and jumps around in joy as she is the victor tonight. Emma rolls out of the ring, clearly upset with herself
Aiello: Wow ... what an upset here tonight. Emma Louise, who has been on a bit of a hot streak as of late, lost to the hands of our newest member of the EWC, Polly Pocket
Bennett: Nothing against Emma, she did terrific, both women put on a show, but Polly proved she wanted it more, she went that extra mile, came prepared and did the most with her opportunity. Not everyone can say they won their debut match, but Polly can say it and she will have that moment forever. Goof for you Polly, what a way to start off
Carter: Certainly a big shock tonight, but an excellent win for Polly. Folks, we will be back with more BRAWL after these messages
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BRAWL TOURNAMENT
ROUND III
TRIPLE THREAT LADDER MATCH
ALEXIS MORRISON
Vs VINNY GIGANTE
Vs ASHTON DRAKE
THERE WILL BE TWO BRIEFCASES SUSPENDED ABOVE THE RING
THE COMBATANTS MUST SUCCESSFULLY REMOVE ONE OF THE BRIEFCASES
AND RETURN TO THE MAT STILL IN POSSESSION OF THE BRIEFCASE.
ONCE A COMBATANT SUCCESSFULLY RETRIEVES A BRIEFCASE HE/SHE WILL LEAVE THE RING
& WAIT FOR THE SECOND BRIEFCASE TO COME DOWN.
ONCE BOTH BRIEFCASES HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFULLY REMOVED
THE MATCH WILL END
AND THE CONTENTS OF EACH BRIEFCASE WILL BE REVEALED
Aiello: Welcome back to BRAWL ladies and gentleman. It's been an incredible show so far tonight. Xplode, Williams and Polly all getting victories tonight. Drake, Gigante and Morrison have all spoken about this match and it's finally here. The one we've all been waiting for.
Jessica Stroup stands in the center of the ring, holding a microphone as the crowd is amped up for the main event.
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is the final round of the tournament. It will be contested as a ladder match, with two briefcases suspended above the ring. There will be two winners and one loser. To win, you must climb the ladder, retrieve one of the briefcases, and return to the mat still in possession of it. The first superstar to remove a briefcase will leave the match. Once both briefcases have been retrieved, the match will come to an end.
A low tone beat mixed with an electronic guitar sounds through the arena for a few seconds before going full force over the sound system. Cameras get a close up of the giant screen as the Anti-Starlet logo is presented in 3D to a roar within the EWC Universe. A video package plays a montage with clips of Alexis Morrison backstage and matches in the company. This all leads to a fading transition to the entrance way. Alexis walks out of smoke wearing her leather jacket, her blonde hair fell behind the woman, and she walks down the aisle.
Jessica Stroup: Introducing first, first, from Salem, New York, weighing one hundred and twenty five pounds, Alexis Morrison!
She stops, looks at the ring for a moment, circles it, then immediately goes patting the steel steps showing her respect to those who passed on before walking up these steps and climbing into the ring. Alexis Morrison cuts straight toward her turnbuckle spot, takes off her jacket, and adjusts her finger-less gloves.
New York, New York by Frank Sinatra hits the PA system as Vinny Gigante makes his way out from the back.
Jessica Stroup: Making his way down the ring, from Lower Manhattan, New York. Weighing in at 258 pounds...Vinny “The Chin” Gigante
He slowly walks down the ramp then proceeds to slide into the ring, in the corner opposite of Morrison.
The lights fade to a dark grey, and the arena becomes silent instantly. The video screen above the entrance flickers to life, showing an image of a man, his eyes ready for battle.
Explosions rocket from the stage, catching the fans off guard as "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)" by Journey begins to play! Stepping into view, Ashton Drake runs to the end of the stage and crouches, looking out into the sea of fans. There is a sarcastic smile on his face, as he shakes his head, overwhelmed by the fans around him!
Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Brooklyn, NEW YORK! Please welcome... ASHT-
Jessica Stroup stood in the ring silent, as the music continued. She pressed her headset closer to her ear, straining to hear.
Jessica Stroup: I’ve just been informed that the following superstar would like to be known as simply Drake.
Nodding his head, Ashton hops up to his feet and cranks his arm. He then heads down the rampway and runs towards the ring as the fans cheer him on. His dark pupils stare at the ring as the arena explodes around him. Arriving at ringside, Ashton hops up to the ring apron and remains in place. Looking out at the fans around him.
Nodding his head once again, Ashton enters the ring and slowly struts around, his arms held out as he soaks up the fans' responses. His theme song slowly fades out as Ashton ascends a turnbuckle, finding a seat on the top pad. The fans continue to cheer as the theme song comes to an end.
All three competitors were looking up as the bell rang. The briefcases were suspended above them, waiting.
DING DING DING
Aiello: I’m gonna say it. This match is going to be one of the biggest on this entire season.
Bennett: All three of these superstars, I wonder what is going through their head.
Carter: Probably wondering what’s in the cases.
Aiello: That’s been the topic of many conversations.
Bennett: Probably naked pics of Shelley Silver.
Carter: I doubt that.
The trio had yet to begin, but when they did, Morrison and Drake both went after Gigante, the biggest person in the match. They drove him into a corner, and took turns wailing on him, until out of nowhere, Drake stunned Morrison with a hard jab. Drake then tossed her into the corner, against Gigante, who was still dazed.
Aiello: The team work didn’t last long, did it?
Bennett: As well it shouldn’t. You can’t win together.
Carter: Well, technically, there will be two winners in this match.
Drake moved to the opposite corner, and with a victorious yell, charged across the ring. At the last second, Morrison and Gigante ducked out of the corner, in opposite directions. Drake, already committed to his charge, plowed into the turnbuckle.
Aiello: It was a good plan, but too early on in the match for that, Drake.
Bennett: Gigante and Morrison now looking to work together for a moment.
Carter: It makes sense. A momentary alliance is better than constant defense.
Gigante lifted Drake up and Morrison ran towards the ropes, springboarding off and elbowing Drake out of Gigante’s grip. Gigante then grabs for Morrison, but she ducks behind him. When Gigante turns, Morrison is waiting with a Pele Kick. Gigante was stunned, but still on his feet, so Morrison went to the well again with another Pele Kick, but Gigante, using his size and strength, managed to grab her foot before it connected with him, lifting her slightly, before releasing her and dumping her on her head.
Aiello: Morrison came out on the losing end of that exchange.
Bennett: Gigante treating Morrison like the loser she is.
Carter: He’d better watch his back, though. Drake is stalking him.
Indeed, Drake had been watching the pair, and was on his feet, though crouched low, a few feet behind Gigante. Gigante stood over Morrison, gloating and posing for the crowd, and when he turned around, Drake was waiting with the Death Note DDT, planting Gigante on the mat, head first. Morrison was dazedly getting to her feet, and Drake charged at her. Morrison was leaning against the ropes, and the clothesline from Drake sent them both over the top.
Aiello: We’ve got one down in the ring after that awesome Death Note DDT, and two more down on the outside.
Bennett: Gigante could take the first case if he gets up quickly. Hey, what’s going on over there?
Carter: I think…is that…
In the crowd, coming down the aisle nearest the Morrison and Drake, was the Amazonian-like Jessica Tendonin. She walked slowly, making her way to the front row. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out an EWC Monday Night Brawl ticket with a smile before taking a seat.
Aiello: Why is Rampage’s Jessica Tendonin here on Monday Night Brawl? I hope she isn’t here for shenanigans.
Bennett: Clearly she’s just here to watch the better brand put on a main event.
Carter: Well, she has made it clear that she has an appreciation for ladder matches. On the other hand…she has noted that she’d like to face one of these superstars, and has also faced another already.
Bennett: You see to know a lot about her.
Carter: It’s called paying attention to our superstars. Speaking of which, I think Morrison is going to be the first to her feet.
From the outside, Morrison was indeed getting up, with Drake also on one knee. In the ring, Gigante was rolling out, exiting. Drake grabbed Morrison, whipping her into the steel steps, but she kept her footing and jumped on them, and to the barricade, where she turned and jumped off with a Corkscrew Moonsault that levelled Drake. On the other side of the ring, Gigante was sliding a ladder into the ring. Morrison was about to continue working on Drake, but spotted Gigante setting up the ladder and rolled into the ring to intervene.
Aiello: Morrison has left Drake out, and now she is coming for Gigante.
Bennett: This harlot is looking to stop Gigante from taking his rightful place.
Carter: Is that language really needed?
Bennett: Listen, kid. If I want lip from you, I’ll shake my zipper, now hush.
Gigante was climbing the ladder. Morrison was on the apron. Jumping to the top rope, Morrison springboard to the ladder, nearly to the top. Gigante saw this and tried to reach for the case, but Morrison snatched it, and then slammed it into his head, leaving him dazed. Both of them, however, were too focused on each other, and didn’t notice Drake enter the ring until he was pushing the ladder over already.
Aiello: Drake is back and in control!
Bennett: This punk pulled a sneak attack…I like it.
Carter: It’s a sound strategy, and I’ve been seeing a lot of that from him tonight so far.
Gigante fell off the ladder and rolled out of the ring, falling to the floor. Morrison was hung up on the ropes, her feet in the ring and her head on the outside. This positioning drew a dirty remark from Bennett. Neither of his broadcast partners responded to it. Drake then righted the ladder and began climbing it. Reaching the top, he reached for the briefcases, deciding which one to remove.
Aiello: Drake has this in the bag right now. He could take the first briefcase and exit the match.
Bennett: But what is he waiting for?
Carter: I think he’s…wow!
Drake stands atop the ladder looking at Morrison, who was still hung up on the ropes. He jumped, folding his body, grabbing his ankles as he dove with his knees out. He crashed into Morrison, and the ropes sagged before launching Drake out of the ring where he failed to brace for the impact. Morrison fell all the way out of the ring and groaned in pain.
Aiello: Drake could have taken the first case, but instead, he wanted to send a message!
Bennett: And now, the action continues, but Gigante is stirring.
Carter: Morrison has gotta be in a world of hurt after that.
Gigante was the first to get to his feet. Looking at the carnage, he went for Drake, but Drake poked the Chin in the eye, making his reel backwards before Drake caught him with another Death Note DDT, laying him out. Morrison was in the ring, struggling up the ladder when Drake got back to his feet. He ran to the ring, sliding in and running up the ladder, beating Morrison to the top. He began unhooking it, but Morrison somehow roundhouse kicked him, and he fell to the mat, with the briefcase landing a few feet away. He grabbed it and began celebrating.
Aiello: He’s awfully excited, but I don’t think…
Bennett: Someone wasn’t paying attention to the rules.
Carter: No, that doesn’t count. He was not in possession of it when he landed. He will need to go back up with it, and then hook it back up, and remove it again, before returning to the mat.
As the referee explained to Drake that he had not taken the briefcase correctly, he became angry and slammed it down. Morrison was atop the ladder now, and jumped. She landed on him and swung around, dropping him with a huge DDT, denting the briefcase. Gigante returned to the ring, catching Morrison from behind with a Pump Handle Slam. Gignate picked up the briefcase, and then turned to go up the ladder. By the time he reached the top, Drake was up.
Aiello: Gigante is momentarily in control.
Bennett: You sound surprised!
Carter: The three are really giving it their all. I’m seeing some serious drive to win.
Drake waited until Gigante had reattached the briefcase, and then he knocked the ladder over, sending Gigante flying. The crowd went nuts as Drake righted the ladder and began climbing it. With ease and a grin, he removed the first briefcase and began descaling the ladder. Upon reaching the mat, he held it up as the bell was rang.
DING DING
Jessica Stroup: Winner of the first briefcase ... Ashton Drake
Aiello: And Drake gets the first case.
Bennett: It’s okay, Gigante will get the second.
Carter: Aren’t you supposed to be unbiased?
Bennett: What did I say about giving me lip, kid?
Drake exited the ring and leaned against the barricade. Whether intentionally or not, he was right in front of Jessica Tendonin. She stood, tapping his shoulder. He then hopped the barricade, taking the empty seat beside her and they watched the match continue. Drake kept his eyes on the ring while Jessica spoke with a fan next to her.
Aiello: I’d love to know what words were exchanged between them.
Bennett: She was probably asking for his hotel room number. You know how those women on Rampage get around. Then again, I wouldn’t mind her coming my way once.
Carter: That is so out of line…
Gigante and Morrison were both on their feet now, trading punches. Gigante had been busted open and it had already dried closed. Morrison was showing little sign of fatigue. Gigante whipped Morrison into the ropes, and when she came back, she leveled him with 20 Eyes, taking him down hard. Morrison then moved towards the ladder, but Gigante grabbed her leg, holding her back.
Aiello: These two now go into sudden death.
Bennett: Gigante should have watched out for that 20 Eyes from Morrison.
Carter: But he’s determined to keep going.
The woman kicked him, making him release her. She began climbing the ladder and he was right behind her on the other side. Morrison reached the top first, but Gigante grabbed the briefcase as well and with both of the yanking on it, the hook bent and they both lost their footing. The pair plummeted to the mat, both still holding the case.
DING DING DING
Aiello: Who got it? Who got the case?
Bennett: Gigante, obviously.
Carter: I don’t know, that was awfully close. We’re gonna need an instant replay for that one.
The titantron came to life a moment later, showing two angles and a time. It showed that both Gigante and Morrison had touched the mat at exactly the same moment. Jessica Stroup stood up, holding her microphone a moment later.
Jessica Stroup: I’ve just been informed that because both superstars held the case as they touched the mat at the same time, we will restart this match as a one on one match, where the winner will be given the case.
DING DING DING
The bell rang again, and Morrison and Gigante charged each other. Morrison, the smaller of the pair, was backed into a corner, where Gigante began wailing on her. She slumped in the corner, and when he turned his back, she came out, turned him around and dropped him with Bloody Tears. She went for a pin.
1
2
KICKOUT!
Gigante still had fight in him. He got to his feet and Morrison went for a Pele Kick, but he dodged it, and she landed on her knees. Gigante hits her with the Street Justice and she reels from the slap, but he comes back with The Sit-Down, planting her on her head. He goes for a pin.
Aiello: I think this could be it!
Bennett: Gigante is going to win the second case!
Carter: They both want it, but how more do they have in the tank?
1
2
KICKOUT!
The match went on, and the pair both go to their feet. Gigante ran to the ropes, rebounding. Morrison was ready for him, taking him for the ride, the Forever Night, and planting him on his face. The crowd exploded now as she rolled him over and pointed to the top rope. Moving to the corner, she made her way up and then jumped, catching Gigante with the Phoenix Spalsh, hooking his leg.
1
2
3!!!
DING DING DING
Aiello: It’s over!
Bennett: This can’t be happening!
Carter: Not only did Morrison manage to get Gigante up for the Forever Night, but she put the exclamation point on it with that Phoenix Splash!
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winners of this match are Ashton Drake, who claimed the first case, and Alexis Morrison, who won the right to the second case.
Aiello: Folks, we are all about to find out ... the question we've all be wondering for weeks and weeks ...
Bennett: What's
Carter: In
Aiello: The
Bennett: Case! ... that's the last time I do something as stupid and lame as that shit
Both Ashton Drake and Alexis Morrison stand in the middle of the ring, holding the cases, waiting for them to open.
The lights dim.
The TitanTron flickers on.
The letters
P R E S I D E N T M A C
flash across the screen.
The thousands in attendance jump to there feet in excitement and start pounding there feet on the ground and clapping there hands creating the sound:
BoomBoom CLAP!
BoomBoom CLAP!
BoomBoom CLAP!
Coming Undone by Korn now begins to blast over the P.A
Pyros explode up and down the entrance Ramp and all around the entrance stage. Once the smoke begins to settle an old-style movie curtain parts at the top of the ramp. Two roving spotlights pan and fix on center.
There, President Mac stands, head bowed in his signature sun glasses
And as the lyrics kick in, and the fans sing along, Mac clap-clap-stomps toward the ring, slapping hands. At ringside, he takes off his "specs" and gives them to a young fan. Mac pauses in front of the ring and stares out at the capacity crowed chanting his name, he smiles, soaking it all in.
Then he hops the top rope and stands half way up the turnbuckle,posing for the thousands of camera flashes all over the arena.
President Mac: Ladies and Gentleman, please join me in congratulating Ashton Drake and Alexis Morrison
President Mac begins to clap as the thousands in attendance also clap, whistle and cheer for Ashton and Alexis
Mac: I know the millions watching at home, the thousands here in attendance, and especially the two of you are wondering ... what's in those cases? And why two cases? Is one of those a fugazi? (laughs to himself) Well I'm here to tell you, inside those cases are tickets to Night of Champions
There is an eruption of cheers ... Ashton covers his mouth with one hand as a giant grin takes over his face, Alexis Morrison can't believe it either as her eyes swell up in excitement
Mac: Now, this was completely at random, I don't know which case each of you got as they are both identical. So if you could both use the code of 013 013 ... which of course denotes the 13th Night of Champions ... inside each case will be the match you will be competing in at Night of Champions
Aiello: This is exciting ... both Ashton Drake and Alexis Morrison have earned whatever is in those cases. What a tournament this was ... neither of these two could have imagined what was at stake here
Ashton motions to Alexis to go first. She does, and she immediately screams out loud when she sees what's inside ... jumping up and down she opens the case for the cameras
CONGRATULATIONS ...
YOU WILL BE BATTLING ...
HARLOW KINSLEY FOR THE X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP AT NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS XIII
Bennett: Wow, I didn't expect that. What an opportunity for Morrison here. Wow.
Ashton Drake opens his case and upon seeing what's inside immediately drops to his knees in disbelief ... he pulls out the paper and holds it above his head as the cameras scramble to zoom in
CONGRATULATIONS ...
YOU WILL BE BATTLING ...
TONY SAVAGE FOR THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP AT NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS XIII
Carter: Holy bananas ... Tony Savage and Ashton Drake. Wow. I never saw this coming at all. Night of Champions is going to be one for the record books
Mac: Ladies and Gentleman, one more time, give it up for Ashton Drake and Alexis Morrison
The crowd erupts in cheers. Both Ashton Drake and Alexis Morrison approach President Mac to show their gratitude for this amazing opportunity. The three raise their arms in the air as the show comes to a close
Aiello: Well ... what a show folks. There you have it. The last two spots on the Night of Champions card have been filled. Ashton Drake will challenge Tony Savage for the International Championship, while Harlow Kinsley will defend her X-Division title against Alexis Morrison. On behalf of everyone from BRAWL and the fans of Dallas Texas, good night!
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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* DENOTES PERSON WROTE A RP
NON TITLE - NO DQ MATCH
LATOYA HIXX*
Vs XPLODE*
WINNER: Xplode
OLDWORLD PEP (EWC DEBUT)
Vs LUNATIC
WINNER: Double No-Show | Match Cancelled
BOB LOBLAW*
Vs KENNETH WILLIAMS*
WINNER: Kenneth Williams
POLLY POCKET (EWC DEBUT)*
Vs EMMA LOUISE*
WINNER: Polly Pocket
BRAWL TOURNAMENT
ROUND III
TRIPLE THREAT LADDER MATCH
ALEXIS MORRISON*
Vs VINNY GIGANTE*
Vs ASHTON DRAKE*
WINNER 1: Ashton Drake
WINNER 2: Alexis Morrison
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